my son is paralyzed

The underground palace was very quiet, only the sound of Ye Lingxiao's gentle footsteps could be heard, and Ziye lay on Ye Lingxiao's back in a daze, suddenly reminded of a snowy night many years ago.

The snow that year was extraordinarily heavy, with goose-feather-like snow falling one after another, the snow was so thick that it could cover no one's knees, the thin woman carried him behind her back, and knocked on the door after door of that so-called home, It was very cold at night, and he was drowsy with fever. What he remembered most clearly was that even through a thick cotton jacket, he could still feel the thin skin and bones on the woman's back, which was very painful.

Later, later, one door after another was closed in front of their eyes without leaving a single gap, just like those people's ruthlessness, which weighed heavily on the woman and Ziye. The woman wiped her tears and walked from the mountain to the foot of the mountain with Ziye on her back , It took another ten miles to find a barefoot doctor. Since then, he never called a woman hello, he called her mother.

But now, no one would hum nursery rhymes to lull him to sleep, or sew a warm padded jacket for him with cracked hands. That gentle little woman was the only one in his gloomy life of more than ten years. Light.

"Xiao Ye...does it hurt?" There was warm liquid falling into his neck, different from the cold water droplets falling from the ceiling of the cave, Ye Lingxiao vaguely heard a choked sob, and suddenly panicked.

Ziye didn't answer, and the small whispers couldn't be heard clearly, Ye Lingxiao only felt that the small body on his back was getting hotter and hotter, even scalding hot.

not good!There may be inflammation!Ye Lingxiao was even more anxious. He had no medicine or even food. Once he got an infection, Ye Lingxiao couldn't find a way for Ziye to survive safely: "Ziye, Ziye, wake up! Can't sleep! We'll be out soon ,Believe me……"

Midnight is still babbling wildly, with hot tears streaming down Ye Lingxiao's neck, mother, don't die, don't leave me alone...don't...

In a trance, Ziye saw many, many people robbed her mother, put her in a dark coffin, and carried her away. No matter how much Ziye cried, no one paid attention to her, and saw that man again, with cold eyes like The ice edge hanging under the eaves in the cold winter, he said, if you want to take away Liuyu, it's fine, as long as you can come up with enough chips to exchange, and a waste, even if it has the blood of the Zhao family, I will not. Will take another look.

So, from that day on, Ziye began ten years of training, just for one thing, to get back her mother's ashes, even if her mother died, she probably didn't want to stay here.

"Ziye..." "Ziye..." Who was calling his name, Ziye felt a sense of coolness flowing from his throat to his stomach in a haze, moistening his burning internal organs, and opened his eyes with difficulty. It was still pitch black.

Ye Lingxiao took some water, soaked the cloth strips torn from his clothes, folded them, and wiped Ziye's hot forehead and cheeks. A hand that was also hot suddenly grabbed his wrist. A hoarse and disfigured voice sounded: "Don't touch me..."

"Xiao Ye, it's me." Ye Lingxiao paused, then touched Zi Ye's forehead with his other hand.

Ziye’s ears were buzzing, and there were hideous and ugly faces in front of his eyes. They surrounded Ziye and his mother, abusing him, prostitutes, bastards, broken shoes, mother’s hands were warm, and Ziye’s heart was cold. I really want to draw my sword and kill them all... Mom... is the cleanest woman in the world...

Ye Lingxiao didn't know what Ziye dreamed about, but he could only feel that Ziye's hand holding his wrist was getting stronger and stronger. He had to light the candle again, and when the small flame jumped up and rose, Ye Lingxiao Seeing the tears on Ziye's face, the thin black gauze was soaked.

He is a nightmare, right? Ye Lingxiao hugged Ziye gently. A long, long time ago, before his mother and concubine passed away, he liked to hug him like this, humming a tune without words to lull him to sleep after having a nightmare .

The soothing ditty is soft like white clouds floating in the sky, softly soothing Ziye, Ziye's breathing gradually becomes gentle, Ye Lingxiao lowers his head, the dim candlelight reflects Ziye's fever With an extraordinarily red face, Ye Lingxiao accidentally reached out his hand to take off Ziye's eyeband, caressing Ziye's delicate black eyebrows, Ye Lingxiao's palm with long eyelashes like butterfly wings itched slightly, Ziye, if you Girl, how wonderful it is...

——Papa, Ye Lingxiao slapped himself twice, what was he thinking!Really hit the head? !Even... Even if Ziye is a woman, she definitely doesn't want to marry herself who is ten years older than him.

Bah, bah, bah, this brain is really flooded, Ziye is a boy, and he is also his old friend, how could he have such nasty thoughts.

Ye Lingxiao sat there dejectedly, in his arms was the sleeping Ziye, Ziye's soft and pink lips looked more moist and attractive in the same soft candlelight, Ye Lingxiao licked his lips, obviously just drank water, Why are you still so thirsty? Speaking of Ziye's lips, they look very pink and attractive...