Dead.

Today's Rose Castle has a very unusual atmosphere.

Yeling has been cultivating during this time, most of the time will be in the living room, their family of three has a very tacit understanding, and there will be a few hours of time together at night, Yeling, children's painting learning, Shen Qianshu is looking at the design drawings on the side.

Hamburger will cat at the feet of the children's painting, occasionally carried by Yeling to smooth the hair, father and son will talk back, raise the bar, in short, very lively.

Tonight, the living room is cold, and there is no popularity at all.

Tong Hua went to bed early, his work and rest have always been very regular, he was asleep at twelve o'clock, Shen Qianshu couldn't sleep, he looked at his son's sleeping face in a daze, he couldn't get tired of seeing it, fortunately, he had been by her side for the past few years, and she raised him so well.

Hamburg obediently lay on the pillow of the child's painting, snoring.

Inside the castle, there is silence.

In the air, there is a smell of flowers.

Yeling opened the door silently, Shen Qianshu lifted his eyelids, glanced at him, and his eyes returned to Tong Hua, in fact, she lied to Tong Hua, she was a little angry, she died all her life to have Tong Hua, and she raised him safely over the years, almost hollowing out her mind.

But in exchange for his dislike.

She knew that Yeling's feelings were indifferent, and the only warmth was on her, and she didn't necessarily have much affection for Ye Yifan and Ye Tingyun's brothers, but she still didn't understand, and she couldn't get the slightest comfort.

He liked their son.

Yeling walked over and looked at her condescendingly.

Get back.

Shen Qianshu looked up at him, sir, I'm not kidding, I'm really angry.

She just doesn't want Tong Hua to know.

What is there to be angry about?

Why don't you like him? Shen Qianshu asked, I raised it like a pimple, over the years, even if I gave up a little, he would not have survived today, do you know how scared I am? If I had taken care of my self-esteem and did not kneel down to beg for help, maybe the children's painting would not have lived, if I had a bad thought back then, I really did not give in, he unfortunately died, and today I learned the truth, do you think I can still live?

Yeling was silent, exuding a cold aura all over his body, except for Shen Qianshu, he didn't like anyone, even if it was his son, he hated all the people who would snatch Shen Qianshu's love, Lin Xiaojuan, Tong Hua, he didn't like any of them.

To be reasonable, over the years, Lin Xiaojuan and children's paintings have been everything to her.

However, the truth does not make sense with him.

Shen Qianshu stared at him deeply, if the children's painting was a girl, would you like it?

I don't know.

He's not!

Hypothetical question, he can't answer.

Sir, you don't like children's paintings, isn't it because

You've never thought of children's paintings as your own son?

You want to live because of the little princess, but in your heart, you never thought that it would be your child, and you even hate the child, right? But she didn't dare to ask, and she couldn't ask.

This is the scar of Yeling, and it will also make Yeling explode.

He didn't like the child because he felt that the child was not his, it was another Yeling, they were two people, two people who didn't recognize each other, but this in itself was a contradiction, for Shen Qianshu, they were alone.

This topic was a taboo, and she hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to let Yeling see her emotions, but she could also sensitively detect a trace of violence floating in the air.