When he learned of Zhou Manli's death, Song Wenchuan thought he would be very sad, but in fact, it was more of a relief.
He thought, he probably inherited the coldness from Zhou Manli and Song Rui in his bones.
Zhou Manli died the day before Song Rui was released from prison. After five years in prison, the former high-spirited boss of the company looked old and ugly. Wearing the clothes he had when he was in prison, and carrying a small bag in his hand, he staggered out of the iron gate.
The prison guard stood at the door and said to every prisoner who was released, "Don't come back again, from now on, be a good person."
well, be human—
When the blood spattered on Song Wenchuan's body, he was still slowly chewing on the meaning of these four words.
But in the next second, a large truck roared in because it lost control, crushing Song Rui, who had no time to dodge, into a pulp.
The prison guard stood there blankly, and the other prisoners who hadn't had time to come out were terrified.
almost died...
As soon as their eyes fell on the puddle of meat mud under the wheel, they quickly moved away in horror, thinking: What a bad luck...
Immediately afterwards, they all looked at the young man who was standing aside, splashed with blood.
The heart is more sympathetic.
This is to pick up the son of the deceased, right? After finally looking forward to the release of my relatives from prison, how broken my heart is!
In fact, Song Wenchuan was at a loss.
He even suspected that it was God's prank. In just two days, he lost his parents successively.
His hands and feet were cold, and it wasn't until the police arrived with the forensic doctor that he managed to recover and sat staggeringly on the ground. He stared blankly at the ground of the truck, where the minced meat had been picked up by the forensic doctor.
However, there is no way to put together a complete body.
Song Wenchuan pulled his lips, his eyes darkened, and he passed out.
When he woke up, he saw Song Yaoyao sitting beside the hospital bed, and Song Weiwei was beside him, peeling an apple. The moment he woke up, his eyes were red.
"Brother, you scared me to death!"
Song Yaoyao raised her hand, wanting to test the temperature of her forehead for him.
"Snapped-"
Song Wenchuan suddenly reached out and held her hand firmly, his lips were so dry that blood oozes out, his eyes are scarlet, "Did you do it?"
Immediately afterwards, at a speed visible to the naked eye, he saw Song Yaoyao's face darken quickly, and a sneer flashed across his eyes.
"Is that what you think?"
"I-"
Song Wenchuan woke up in an instant, knowing that he had said something wrong, he opened his mouth, but choked up his voice first, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I... I just don't have it in the future..." Parents...
No matter how bad or cold they are, they are really not bad to him.
Song Yaoyao didn't relax because of his expression, she just looked at him calmly, and said lightly: "From the beginning to the end, I never took them seriously. Instead of suspecting murder, why don't you think about it?" , what if—it’s retribution?”
retribution…
Song Wenchuan fell back into the hospital bed in embarrassment, he pulled his lips, at this moment he looked extraordinarily fragile, like a piece of porcelain that would shatter if touched.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."
"I don't blame you."
Seeing him like this, Song Yaoyao let out a foul breath and said seriously: "This is the last chance I give you. If you doubt me again next time, I will never forgive you again!"
Song Wenchuan stared at her, knowing that she was serious.
"I know what they mean to you. They may be sorry to the whole world, but they are not sorry to you. So you feel sorry for them, there is nothing to be ashamed of, and I will not look down on you because of this." Song Yaoyao calmly Looking at him, smiled, and added: "But I won't feel sorry for them."
She pulled the quilt for Song Wenchuan, "Take a good rest, I'm leaving first."
Song Wenchuan's eyes followed her back, the door opened and closed, he noticed that the man silently waiting for Song Yaoyao outside the door had treated her like a treasure for decades.
Loving her, it can be regarded as the end of all hardships.
Song Wenchuan closed his eyes and smiled, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, quickly sank into the pillow without a trace.
It was night, Song Wenchuan had a terrible dream, candles, talisman papers, strange idols...
He thought, the retribution Yaoyao talked about was probably true.