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On the way, the three of them were silent for a long time. When they arrived at the airport, Yuan Bao was the first to get out of the car, and took the initiative to go to the trunk to take out both suitcases.

Boarding and take-off went smoothly. If the only thing that made Song Xijue uncomfortable was the fact that the person next to him was George Sheng.

This was the first time she stayed with George Sheng for so long, both of them were dumb, and neither made a sound. Yuan Bao is even more, he habitually follows George Sheng, and George Sheng doesn't call him, he can hide himself as a transparent person.

After boarding the plane, Song Xi couldn't help but took out the blindfold from her bag. During the three and a half hour flight, if she opened her eyes and sat side by side with George Sheng, she might go crazy.

In recent days, Song Xi has not had a good rest. She was so busy in the hospital during the day that her feet hit the back of her head, and she had to fight wits and courage with George Sheng when she returned home at night. She couldn't even sleep for six hours a day. Cooking for him was a nightmare within a nightmare.

Originally, Song Xi wore the blindfold just to escape, but unexpectedly, she was in a trance and was about to fall asleep before the plane took off.

In the dream, Song Xi saw herself at the age of six or seven, wearing a beautiful pink dress with two princess braids, holding ice cream in one hand, and Song Yuanqing tightly holding the other hand. The two girls appeared at the door of Disney.

There's no Disney in Night City, and at her age... oh, it's the Japanese Disney.

Song Xi split himself into two parts, one part is the grown-up self, and the other part is the six or seven-year-old self in the dream.

She watched Song Yuanqing take her childhood self to the playground. At that time, Song Yuanqing was still young, and he was a standard handsome guy with a smile. He was walking on the road, and many people would watch it.

This was the only time when Song Yuanqing had time to take her abroad for fun. Song Xi pointed to the tall Ferris wheel in front of her and said she wanted to ride on it.

Song Yuanqing was afraid of heights, and asked her if she dared to sit up by herself, Song Xi replied without hesitation: Dare!

Song Yuanqing easily bought a ticket for her at the ticket gate where there was no queue. In the dream, Song Xi was very impressed, it was an adult ticket.

I don't know when the third-person perspective switched to the first-person perspective. Maybe it was when Song Xi received the adult ticket, she sat on the Ferris wheel alone, and the staff who couldn't see her face locked the door for her.

On the way of the ferris wheel rising slowly, she smiled and waved towards Song Yuanqing in the safety zone. Song Yuanqing was very young before, but now she is in her fifties. Song Xi was a little surprised, but she still smiled happily That is, no matter young or old, they are all people she is familiar with, and they are all her father.

The father and daughter kept looking at each other. Suddenly, Song Xi saw a group of people in uniforms coming from all directions. They grabbed Song Yuanqing violently, and some people insisted on handcuffing him.

Song Xi in the ferris wheel was shocked, almost subconsciously stood up, slammed on the glass door, and shouted loudly: Dad! Dad!

The small carriage of the Ferris wheel was jolting violently, as if it would fall at any moment. In the chaos, Song Xi grabbed the safety handle next to him, crying and shouting: Dad!

Her eyes widened, someone pulled off the blindfold in front of her, Song Xi just stared straight ahead, tears welled up in her eyes, her entire body was hysterical.

The lights in the first-class cabin were dim, only the warm yellow light came from above Song Xi's head, to be precise, it was the top of George Sheng's head next to him.

George Sheng held Song Xi's blindfold in his left hand, and was tightly scratched by her right wrist against her left arm.

The plane was turbulent, and the voice of the crew came from the radio, saying that there was a turbulence during the flight, telling everyone to stay in place and fasten their seat belts.

The scene in the dream was too real, Song Xi could only watch so many people bullying Song Yuanqing together, tears fell down her eyes, she slowly recovered and recognized the thing in front of her as the back of an airplane seat . It was a dream, but her emotions could not be freed from the illusion.

Song Xi had held George Sheng's wrist tightly for more than ten seconds. He had been waiting for her to let go, but she didn't seem to notice. He first threw the blindfold on her lap, and then moved his right wrist. , As soon as he moved, the little hand with slender fingers gripped even harder, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

George Sheng frowned slightly, already impatient, he glanced at her slightly sideways, and said in a low voice, I'm not your father.

George Sheng also knew that she was having a nightmare, because she yelled almost hoarsely just now: Dad.

But he will never know what she saw in the dream. He only thought that she was a second-generation official who was used to a good life, but suddenly lost her asylum, just like a giant baby who was left behind, she would instinctively cry and call daddy .

In fact, his words made Song Xi's viscera throb so painfully.

She didn't know that it was his wrist that she was grabbing, and the feeling of her body was still in a dream. She was grabbing the safety handle, as if grabbing the last straw.

Instead of letting go, George Sheng was provoked by her more and more forceful reaction. Song Xi stared at a certain place, not looking at him, and let George Sheng stare at her for a long time. In the end, he had no choice but to do it himself. , Breaking off her fingers one by one.

Song Xi was very stubborn, the more he wanted to break it off, the harder she clasped it, like an octopus's foot, holding on tightly and not letting go.

George Sheng didn't know that she was competing with the group of people in the dream who tried to take Song Yuanqing away. He thought she was sick, so he didn't feel any pity for her. Didn't she pinch his wrist, so he just squeezed her on her wrist.

Her slender wrists were not enough for him to grasp, he exerted half of his strength, Song Xi immediately felt an unbearable pain, and instinctively let go of his fingers.

George Sheng held her wrist, swung her whole arm aside, and said in a disgusted tone, Are you in a bad mood?

Song Xi's left arm was spread out on her lap, and there were still clear fingerprints on her wrist that hadn't faded in time. She stared blankly at the back of the front seat in a daze, letting tears blur her vision, big drops of tears streaming down her face.

George Sheng was in a restless mood. He was still reading magazines to pass the time, but now he simply raised his hand to turn off the overhead light. He closed his eyes in the dark, but his mind was still filled with the image of her silently crying.

He has seen too many women cry because of various reasons, some are really wronged, some are just doing it, but what is the difference? Crying doesn't solve any practical problems, that's why he thinks a crying woman is stupid.

But Song Xi's tears were not disturbing, as if she didn't need others to comfort her, and she didn't want to exchange them for anything, as it is now, as long as George Sheng closes his eyes, he can turn a blind eye.

George Sheng always misunderstood Song Xi. At this moment, he thought she was crying because of his attitude, but Song Xi was thinking that Song Yuanqing did not accompany her on the Ferris wheel in the dream, but in fact, when he was six years old, he With severe fear of heights, I sat with her on the Ferris wheel for 25 minutes.