"Xingye, what's wrong with you? Why are you so bad?" Zhang Qingwen soon noticed something was wrong with Xingye, frowned and asked with concern.

At this time, Zhan Beicheng raised his head, and a trace of determination flashed in his firm eyes. He looked straight at the old leader Zhan and Political Commissar Yu, and said in a low voice, "Grandpa, grandma, grandpa, parents, I have made a plan together. I don't want children. I want to be a DINK, which will avoid many unnecessary troubles. The task of the military region will be soon, and it may be transferred back to the Northwest in half a year. At that time, if Xing'er stayed here alone, it would be inconvenient to take care of the children and could not follow the army. I had always been unwilling to have children, but Xing'er was just accommodated by me."

As soon as Zhan Beicheng's words fell, the old leader Zhan and Zhengcommissar Yu and others began to fall into silence.

a long time……

"Bastard!" Old Chief Zhan slapped the table with anger, "Our Zhan family passes on their own for generations. Do you want children? Isn't our family going to have no children? It's too unreasonable. Are you going to piss me off? Do you think it's good to be a DINK or a DINK? I'm lonely in my later years. I'll see who will give you a pension for your old age! Humph!"

An angry roar came, and the roaring anger was like a sharp knife, deeply piercing into Xingye's fragile heart, which had been lowering his head.

‘Bang!’ The chopsticks held in her hand were finally unstable and fell directly to the ground. Her face suddenly turned pale and terrifyingly pale. She pulled the chair away in a daze, squatted down, trying to pick up the chopsticks that fell on the ground. Her trembling hands seemed to be frozen by thousands of years of ice and snow, but she couldn't grasp them steadily.

"Xingye? Are you okay, child?" Political Commissar Yu had been paying attention to Xingye's reaction. Seeing that something was getting worse and wrong with Xingye, he became slightly worried.

"No, it's okay..." she replied in a daze.

Zhan Beicheng quickly lowered his eyes, looked at the trembling body with dark eyes, and his hard heart seemed to be suffering in the fire, and it hurt so much. Just as he wanted to squat down and pull her up, Xingye had already staggered up, his expression was very panicked, and he put the chopsticks on the table with a trembling trembling.

"I, I'm full and I'm not very comfortable. You guys eat slowly... I'll go upstairs..."

Even the language seemed pale, and she didn't dare to look at everyone again. She turned around and left the dining room. Her slender figure swayed like yellow leaves hanging on the branches facing the cold wind. It seemed that there was a possibility of falling down at any time. Her steps were very flustered, and anyone could tell that something was wrong with her.

"Xing'er!"

Zhan Beicheng was very anxious and hurriedly chased after him!

The old leader Zhan was slightly stunned, looking at the direction of Xingye leaving with some concern, and spoke inexplicably, "Did I say something wrong? I was teaching Cheng'er a lesson just now, didn't you say her?"

When the wind was shocked, a heart was lifted up, thinking about Xingye's terrible face just now. For a moment, a faint light flashed through his eyes and his eyes dimmed.

The whole table was in silence, but Zhong Wenbo clearly saw a sadness in Feng Qi's old eyes, and he immediately understood.

"What's going on? What's wrong with Xingye? Ah? Are you feeling uncomfortable? You have to find a doctor to come and have a look!" Political Commissar Yu was anxious and waved to ask the servant next to him to invite the doctor.

A cold wave came, and the wind couldn't help feeling a little cold. He shrank slightly and sighed a long time, "It's hard for the North City..."

Everyone was surprised, and turned their heads in unison, looking at the wind ripples, not sure.

...

Xingye rushed upstairs just like running for life. She was too afraid of this feeling, very helpless and painful! She almost rolled back to the room and locked the door with a "bang!"

‘Swish!’ A violent cold wind suddenly rushed towards her, not only causing her, who was already very thin, to tremble, but it seemed that the air had condensed into thousands of years of frost, which was terrible cold. Even when she breathed, she felt her chest was so cold that it hurt. The suffocating pain spread all the way down from her heart.

She struggled to go through the living room and towards the bedroom, but otherwise, when she just closed the bedroom door and didn't have time to walk to the bed, her feet were extremely heavy, and she felt weak for a while and she suddenly collapsed.

Enduring the severe pain, she took a deep breath, held the door weakly, stood up with difficulty, slowly moved to the wall, and then sat down against the wall with a limp body. Star eyes were already dead silent, and closed their eyes helplessly, buried their face in their knees...

She wanted to cry, her eyes were burning, but she found that she couldn't shed a single tear. It must be because she had cried too much before, but now she couldn't even cry.

Her still beautiful hair slanted, crossing the lonely air, covering a delicate face with some despair, covering all her fragility and sadness. She thought she could be happy, but after a walk around, she returned to the starting point again, and she said, how could happiness come so quickly? It came so smoothly?

The hands holding her knees tightly were as cold as the wind crossing the glaciers. The chill under her continued to erode the thin body slowly. The bitterness in her throat wave after wave. She finally said in a hoarse voice and shouted in despair, "Father..."

At this time, Zhan Beicheng was knocking desperately outside the door.

"Xing'er! Open the door for me! Xing'er!"

However, no matter how he knocked or shouted, Xingye could no longer hear it, and she began to sink into the wounded city she had built in an instant.

Zhan Beicheng began to panic and nervous. He never felt this way even when he was undergoing cruel training in the Death School and facing life and death. He no longer cared about anything else. He quickly lit up a small thin piece of iron from his pocket, took a deep breath, calming himself down. Soon, he used the small piece of iron to open the door...

Sadness, pain, helplessness, sadness...

All kinds of scent spread to her chest, and in her dim eyes, there was only a boundless coldness. She slowly began to become confused. Even the familiar fresh breath was blowing past her, she didn't notice it.

"It's cold on the ground, I'll carry you back to the bed." A low and hoarse voice came.

She shook her head in a daze, and a hoarse voice rang, "Don't... ignore me, I'll just sit down."

Zhan Beicheng suddenly smiled bitterly and sat down next to her.

"Grandpa is not talking about you, he is talking about me." He explained.

She nodded mechanically again, "I know, you don't have to pay attention to me, go to have a meal, I'll be fine all of a sudden, it's okay..."

If it's okay, then what's the point of being something?

"I really don't care, why don't you believe me?" His tone was very calm, but it was a little desolate.

"I hate you, why do you want to tell them? Why?" She spoke sadly, slowly raised her head, her eyes filled with pain and with deep reproach, looking at Zhanbei City very hurt.

"I'm sorry, I'm responsible for all the consequences."

With such emotional words coming, she finally couldn't help but turn over again, swung her fist angrily, and hit him desperately, "I'm sorry again! Why are you always sorry! It's all you! It's all you! It's all you hurt. They must blame me. It's all you hurt. I hate you, I hate you!"

She cursed Zhan Beicheng sadly and desperately while constantly beating him...

"Why do you tell them that you are hurting... Zhan Beicheng, you are just a bastard, you will only bully me..."

The fists, like raindrops, fell on his broad shoulders and hard chest. He felt no pain. Compared to the pain in his heart, this pain was nothing. He didn't speak or make a sound, sat silently, letting her beat and scold her to vent her heart.

I don’t know how long it lasted for her to vent, and she got numb and was tired of scolding. She sat back in a limp body, and then she began to lean against the cold wall, silently closing her painful eyes, without saying a word.

The air suddenly showed a terrible silence, so cold that it felt even pain in breathing.

It seems that after a long time, it has been a long time since Zhanbeicheng, and it seems that it has been a century-long journey.

At this time, Zhan Beicheng slowly stood up, bent down, pulled her curled up by the wall with one hand, sighed, and locked her tightly into his warm and broad chest.

"Leave it to me, it will be fine. Believe me, you must believe me, Xing'er!"

"It's okay? Why is it okay? How do you believe it's okay if you want me to believe it's okay? It was already a miracle that my mother had conceived me. How do you want me to believe that there will be a miracle that will happen to me? Haven't you seen the hopeful eyes of grandparents and grandpa? I hate myself so much, like a useless person, no matter what I do, she is so powerless." She calmed down immediately, her voice was very cold, and she smiled with a self-deprecating smile.

"If you have hope, it can be cured well. If you haven't tried it, how can you know that there is nothing you can do? I'm not the only one who can pass on the family line. I'll let you not worry too much. As long as you stay by my side with peace of mind, everything doesn't matter. Have you not figured it out for me this morning? " Zhan Beicheng felt that his patience was really going to be worn out by her. He really wanted to yell at her so that she could wake up. Why was her head so silent!

"Do you have no confidence in your grandparents, or do you have no confidence in yourself? You have thought about it with them for so long, don't you know what kind of person they are? Moreover, this disease can be cured. Now the technology is so advanced, and my mother has been there more than ten years ago. In the past few days, I have consulted and diet therapy can slowly improve your physical condition. It will definitely help you recover from it later. At that time, we will give birth to as many as you want."

As soon as Zhan Beicheng finished speaking, Xingye suddenly raised his head, "Are you saying true? Can you really get better? Is there a way?"

In her hopeful and clear eyes, he nodded cautiously, "Well, grandpa's situation can be controlled. What reason do you have to believe that this time is not possible? Grandma and mother should know many experts in this field. You should have a good rest first and take a good rest. In a few days, let grandma and the others try to contact each other. If it really doesn't work, we will go abroad. The technology there will be relatively advanced. There is nothing impossible. Believe me, huh?"

Xingye's silent and dark eyes were finally dyed with a light, as if he was struggling in the boundless ocean and suddenly grabbed a life-saving straw. He stretched out his hands tightly and grabbed Zhan Beicheng's sleeve, "You didn't lie to me, are you? You must not have lie to me because you wanted me to have a good life, right?"

"How could I lie to you? I have always made you believe me, but you just don't want to put my words in your heart." He smiled helplessly.

"I believe in you!" She was eager to express her thoughts. She had always believed in him, but she was just unwilling to say it out loud, just like in this heart...

Zhan Beicheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, touched her head with his big hand, and his tone became extremely gentle, "Well, I know, since I believe me, then go to bed and have a good rest."

Xingye nodded then and asked again uncertainly, "Are you all saying true?"

"Yeah." He responded simply, and he had already picked her up in the waist...

After pouring a cup of warm water for her to drink, she settled down and went to bed, Zhan Beicheng was urged to eat, but Zhan Beicheng still guarded her. When she fell asleep, she slowly evacuated the room.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Zhang Qingwen and Yu Dan wandering outside the door, the hesitant figures, full of anxiety, sighed and said in a low voice, "Go down, there's something to tell you."

"She is asleep?" Political Commissar Yu asked carefully.

Zhan Beicheng nodded, then walked towards the stairs with heavy steps...

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What about the cover that I am so proud of Mao, are you not satisfied with? This is the picture I found, the most satisfying one. I think the previous one was too ostentatious, ah, hurt...

Guess what will grandparents and the others treat Xingye? They are injured, sweat... they are injured...
Chapter completed!