Chapter 107: Call Baby

Song Qingyou didn't speak, but Gu Bai could tell from her expression that she knew. He leaned against the car, his long legs slightly bent, jumping over the question. "How did you come up with Ya Lin Bie Yuan? You used to hate this place the most." He tugged at his lips. "Song Qingyou, actually sometimes I'm quite curious, watching him bounce around in front of you for so many years without any reaction, do you sometimes feel a special sense of superiority, having a loyal, stupid dog circling around you all the time?"

These words Gu Bai had wanted to say for a long time. Fu Wen Zhou's three years of torment, he knew better than anyone. From Gu Bai's perspective, he wouldn't consider the hatred Song Qingyou bore, he only cared about his brother. The cold wind blew, a few snowflakes drifted down, landing on Song Qingyou's shoulders.

Whether it was after a long time or just a few seconds. Song Qingyou slowly raised her eyes. "I don't hate this place, nor do I hate Fu Wen Zhou. I don't come because I don't want him to suffer unnecessary criticism. It's different for me and you. From the moment I was born, my life has been planned out in time. My teachers said I have at most five years left to live." Her voice was light and slow. "Fu Wen Zhou is different from you. You can casually change girlfriends, love someone today, break up tomorrow, find a new one. But he can't. His world only has me, and it only has me."

Gu Bai remained silent. He knew this wasn't Song Qingyou being narcissistic, but a calm statement of facts. Song Qingyou continued. "If I die, have you ever thought about how he would be?" Gu Bai was stunned. He had never thought about it. In his view, people can live without anyone, and this earth won't stop spinning without anyone. But Fu Wen Zhou? He treated Song Qingyou as his life. Loving her like that, if Song Qingyou died, what would he do?

Gu Bai suddenly recalled when Song Qingyou was seriously ill, him going to the mountains and forests seeking Buddha to give himself hypothermia. His brows furrowed deeply. Song Qingyou smiled bitterly. "Gu Bai, he's only twenty-one years old. In five years, he'll be twenty-six. What do you want me to do to him then? Be with him? I want to ask you, do you think being unable to love is more painful, or getting and then losing, living in eternal separation, looking at the person you love dying in front of you, is that more painful?" Gu Bai had nothing to say. Unrequited love might only have hatred, and hatred can sustain a person to live. But getting and losing, watching the one you love die before your eyes, Fu Wen Zhou couldn't live.

Gu Bai opened his mouth, the cold wind pouring into his throat making his voice a bit husky. "Then now, why did you agree to be with him again?" Song Qingyou smiled. "Did Master Yun Fang find it?" Gu Bai was stunned, then understood. Previously no because no hope, later agreed because saw hope. Even if this hope was extremely faint, she was willing to try with Fu Wen Zhou. What if? What if Master Yun Fang was found? What if her illness could still be cured?

Gu Bai felt a mix of emotions. He originally had no other meaning, just these words had been suppressed in his heart for too long. If he didn't say them, he couldn't get over this hurdle. Saying them, Song Qingyou explained, it would be fine. Gu Bai looked at Song Qingyou's pale, fragile face, suddenly a bit reluctant to tell her. He was afraid Fu Wen Zhou would go mad and couldn't bear it, so he wanted to communicate directly with Song Qingyou, but now, his throat was dry, he couldn't say a word.

Song Qingyou saw his expression, her eyes darkened, her voice clear and cold. "Not found or dead." Gu Bai was silent for a long time, then spoke again. Whether it was too cold or something, his voice was a bit bitter. "I found his tombstone." Song Qingyou was a bit dazed, her eyes had some confusion. After a long time, those black pupils slowly regained focus. Oh, so Heaven doesn't give her special privileges.

Song Qingyou recovered her voice after a long time, a bit cold, her shoulders trembled, she said. "Don't tell Fu Wen Zhou." Mm. Gu Bai agreed. Before Song Qingyou entered the house, he called out to her. "Master Yun Fang's tombstone is overseas, I don't know who erected it. The news I just learned. Tomorrow I'll go personally to take a look." Song Qingyou's back stiffened slightly, her fingers gripping the door tightened, she said in a low voice. "Thank you."

Qiuqiu, it's been eleven minutes. The door closed, Gu Bai heard Fu Wen Zhou's low voice from inside, a bit like a dog coquettish with its owner. Gu Bai was slightly stunned, looked up at the gray sky, cursed lowly. "Fuck, you'd better pray that Yun Fang isn't dead." A cold wind blew, snowflakes flying down like countless torn cotton from the sky. Under this heavy, deep sky, the winter snow flying everywhere didn't know if it was a harbinger of hope for spring next year.

Inside the house, Song Qingyou took off her coat, pushing Fu Wen Zhou inside. Song Chang was cooking in the kitchen, servants cleaning the rooms, Zhu Zhu nestled in Fu Wen Zhou's arms, everything looked peaceful and beautiful. At some point, a crack opened in the window, the piercing northern wind seeped in, making Song Qingyou shiver from the cold. Fu Wen Zhou immediately tried to control the wheelchair to the window to close it. Song Qingyou was faster, stepping up to close the window.

Gu Bai said what to you? Fu Wen Zhou asked in a low voice. Song Qingyou pushed him. He said you're childish and arrogant, have a bad temper, and are very clingy, make me bear with you. Fu Wen Zhou was silent for a long time and said just that? Otherwise what? Song Qingyou asked back casually. Fu Wen Zhou, your bad habits do need changing. Fu Wen Zhou finally believed it, then complained. When I'm with you, you only call me by my name, why didn't you give me a nickname.

Song Qingyou was stunned. You want to hear me call you what. Fu Wen Zhou saw she was willing to discuss, immediately climbed the pole. Want to hear you call me baby. He remembered that Xu Zezhan's girlfriend called him baby. Song Qingyou chuckled, her cold brows and eyes softening, as if this whole season's snow water had melted in her eyes.