Watching the live broadcast of the domineering president [MTL]

Ch 27

Chapter 27:

 In the past half a month in the sanatorium, Yin Bao has been with Feng Ying almost every step of the way.

On a winter morning, when the sun was good, Yin Bao pushed Feng Ying's wheelchair and went to the outside of the sanatorium to take a look. 

She was with Feng Ying in the ward. Sometimes painting, sometimes origami, Feng Ying's illness seemed to be cured overnight, and she never went crazy again, looking at Yin Bao like a gentle and loving mother.

Yin Bao folded a thousand paper cranes and showed them to Feng Ying, and there were already several thousand paper cranes beside the bedside.

Feng Ying smiled and stroked her hair, "It's beautiful."

 "The afternoon sun outside the window shines in, shining on Yin Bao. The girl lowered her eyes, and the sunlight fell on her eyelashes like a fairy. She folded the paper seriously, and Feng Ying just looked at her.

As if I couldn't get enough of it.

I don't know how many paper cranes were folded, Feng Ying suddenly asked: "You told your mother before, how is the boy you like now? Didn't you fold a lot of paper cranes last time, and said that you wanted to give it to him on his birthday?"

Yin Bao was stunned and raised her head.

Feng Ying was still thinking carefully, "It's called Qin...... Qin or something?"

Yin Bao didn't speak.

After a long time, she lowered her eyes and said softly, "Qin Yu."

Feng Ying smiled, "Yes, it seems to be the name." 

Saying that, Feng Ying smiled and touched Yin Bao's hair, "Next time I bring him to meet my mother, my mother is very accurate."

Yin Bao said softly, his dark eyes were clear, and he said softly: "Okay." 

It snowed that night.

After Feng Ying fell asleep, Yin Bao left the ward and prepared to go home.

Outside the sanatorium, there was already a white snow, and the plane trees were covered with a thin layer.

 The night breeze blew, and the street lamps were dim and hazy, blurred by the falling snowflakes.

Yin Bao slowly walked outside the sanatorium.

The girl is wrapped in a scarf and her chin is wrapped in a scarf. Her head was down, and her nose was frozen red.

Yin Bao didn't know how to return to his original world.

She also didn't know if she was still alive in the original world.

If she died, then her brother ...... What should they do? What should she do?

Will she live in this world forever?

But she doesn't want to, she wants to go home.

As soon as she entered this world, she was sent to this unfamiliar place by Grandpa Qin, and there was another mentally unstable mother, and she didn't know what to do in the future. Alone, in this world.

Yin Bao lowered his head, and tears fell uncontrollably.

The girl slowly crouched down and buried her face in the crook of her arm, letting her tears soak through her scarf.

And Qin Yu...... Qin Yu.

Is he okay now?

what will he do, will he come to her.

She didn't want him to come to her.

But she missed him again.

I don't know how long it took, Yin Bao slowly stood up.

The girl rubbed her eyes.

The snow was falling heavier.

She wrapped her scarf tighter and walked on.

And yet, at this very moment.

Just as Yin Bao raised her head, she suddenly stopped.

She looked under the streetlamp not far away.

The street lamps were dim and hazy, and the falling snow was blurred. A tall figure stood there, as if it had been standing for a long time, snow falling from his shoulders. It was obviously a little far away, but Yin Bao still saw the man's handsome and sharp eyebrows.

Qin Yu was also looking at her.

Yin Bao was completely stunned.

The girl stood there in a daze.

Is it a dream? If it wasn't a dream, why would Qin Yu be here?

There was a long silence, and the vision was blurred.

The next moment, Qin Yu strode over.

Before Yin Bao could react, he was tightly embraced into a broad and powerful embrace.

The man's familiar aura came to her face, the breath of when he put a blazer on her when she first came into this world.

That breath is her only reliance.

It's like a dream.

Maybe it's a dream.

The girl closed her eyes tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

The snow fell quietly and landed on the shoulders of the two, as if they had embraced each other for a long time and had frost and snow white.

I don't know how long it took, Qin Yu slowly let go of her, his voice was low and hoarse, "What did Grandpa send you here for?"

Yin Bao shook his head. She tried hard to hold back the tears in her eyes, not daring to tell Qin Yu about the original Yin Bao's mother, not wanting to evoke the memories he had forgotten, her voice was soft and nasal, "Just live here."

Qin Yu didn't speak.

After a long time, the man opened his mouth, and his voice was low: "How do you live?"

Yin Bao lowered his head, "Your grandfather gave me a bank card, and I have a place to live." And in sanatoriums...... Draw.

Qin Yu: "Where is the card?"

Yin Bao took the bank card out of his pocket.

Who knew that Qin Yu took the bank card away and handed her another card, "Use mine."

Yin Bao looked at the bank card.

The girl kept her head down, and a tear fell on the bank card, "Do you know that your grandfather will be angry, and if he is angry, he will ...... you all"

Qin Yu said: "I don't care."

Yin Bao was stunned and raised his head.

Qin Yu looked at her.

The man reached out and brushed the snow from her hair, his voice low, "I don't care about everything, I only care about you." "I won't let you leave my side."

Yin Bao didn't speak.

For some reason, on this snowy night, she remembered a lot, what Grandpa Qin had said, he would hand over the Qin familyTo Qin Yu's brother, as well as Xie Yancheng said, I like the young Qin Yu who likes Yin Bao very much, the Yin Bao who will fold a lot of paper cranes for Qin Yu, and the scene in that dream, in the rainstorm, cold tears fell on her cheeks.

These are the memories of Qin Yu and that Yin Bao.

And she's nothing.

Even her existence can only bring ties to Qin Yu.

The snow fell silently.

After a long time, the girl lowered her head and held back the tears in her eyes, "I'm fine now."

Qin Yu didn't speak.

After a slight pause, a moment of silence, Yin Bao said, "Don't come to me again." 

Yin Bao gave the bank card back to Qin Yu and took back the bank card given by Old Man Qin.

She turned and left.

Qin Yu stood still and didn't move.

The man stood there for a long time, his handsome and sharp eyebrows whitened by the snow. He looked at Yin Bao's back silently, and saw that she seemed to raise her hand, wiped her eyes, and soon turned around and couldn't see.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, as if it were going to drown everything.

Yin Bao walked very fast, and he didn't know where he was going, but he kept moving forward.

Tears flowed down, and the girl raised her hand to wipe them away, but the tears were even more unbearable, surging violently.

The wind blows on the face and stings and stings.

The snow fell on the eyelashes and soon melted and turned into water, which was extremely cold.

At half past seven in the evening, Qin Yu drove to the outside of the sanatorium.

Qin Yu drove the car into the sanatorium, and then slowly stopped where the sanatorium could be seen.

He comes here every day these days.

Because, at this time of the day, you can see the girl pushing open the window from the window not far away, and she is alone by the window for a long, long time.

During the day, the branch office in this city handles things, and at night he comes here to see her from afar.

The man sat quietly in the car.

The person in the Bluetooth headset was talking: "Mr. Qin, I found out, the woman in the nursing home is called Feng Ying, who died in a car accident ten years ago, and she went insane." I have lived in a sanatorium for many years......" paused, and his tone was slightly puzzled, "I found out here that the treatment fees are all from the Qin family."

Qin Yu's handsome and sharp eyebrows furrowed slightly.

It was also strange on the other side of the phone, "And this treatment fee was personally ordered by Old Man Qin." After a pause, "However, the woman named Feng Ying, her daughter was in the same high school school as Mr. Qin before.

Qin Yu: "Same school?"

said there: "Yes, and it's still in the same class." I found information about Feng Ying's daughter here, if you want to see it, Mr. Qin, I'll send it to you. 

This girl looks pretty good, her name is Yin Bao, it's a pity, she ...... at the age of seventeen or eighteen" Qin Yu's hand holding the mobile phone suddenly tightened, and his voice was low: "Yin Bao?" was stunned for a moment, "

Yes, Yin Bao."

Qin Yu didn't speak for a long, long time.

I don't know how long it took, until the other side of the phone cautiously asked, "Mr. Qin?"

Qin Yu said, "Send it to me." 

He immediately said, "Okay, right away." 

Soon , Qin Yu received a document in his mailbox.

The man's slender fingers clicked on the document.

What catches my eye is the old photo at the top of the document, which is a one-inch photo on the student ID.

The girl in the photo has clear eyebrows, fair cheeks, and clear dark eyes.

Qin Yu looked at the photo.

The man's hand holding the phone clenched slowly, his knuckles pale.

The Bluetooth headset didn't dare to make a sound, just held his breath and waited.

Qin Yu looked at the girl in the photo for a long time.

His gaze fell on the information about the high school school and class below.

It is indeed a classmate.

But......

No way.

If he was in the same school as him, why didn't he remember her?

All he had about her was only from the moment the girl with the bunny hair ring broke into his world in the conference room.

There was a long silence in the car.

A voice came from the Bluetooth headset: "Mr. Qin, ...... here"

Qin Yu closed his eyes.

The man's voice was low: "You help me check, the car accident ten years ago." The other person on the phone answered, "Yes."

Qin Yu hung up the phone.

The man sat in the car.

The night outside the window is very dark, and on winter nights, you can feel a little chill through the car window.

Qin Yu thought of Yin Bao.

I thought of every email she sent, and every connection that followed.

It seems that their encounter, from the very beginning, was destined not to be accidental.

What is the relationship between this world and her world?

And what was the relationship between him and her,

and why did he have no memory of her?

Qin Yu closed his eyes.

There was silence for a long time, and the man's voice was low and hoarse, "Yin Bao." I

don't know how long it took, Qin Yu turned his head to look out the window.