His bastard girl said she has someone she likes.
Song Qian felt that his heart suddenly sank into the abyss. He only listened to Song Chao because he had long imagined that Ye Zhen's future would be blossoming, that she would have the best future, and that she would encounter The nicest people. But little did he know that when Ye Zhen admitted it in person, it would make him so... painful.
He suddenly covered his heart, breathing rapidly and coughing violently. The small white porcelain spoon he was holding fell to the ground. His hand shook, and the white porcelain cup was also knocked over.
The soup splashed all over the table and slid down the table.
Ye Zhen exclaimed and came over and pushed him out of the way so as not to spill the hot soup all over him.
She squatted down next to his legs and asked him worriedly: "Song Qian, are you okay?"
Song Qian looked at her, and he suddenly grabbed her hand, very hard, but his voice was so soft that he just opened his lips and called her: Zhen Zhen.
Ye Zhen held him with her backhand, "Song Qian?"
His whole person looked gloomy, and even the quiet room seemed to be exaggerated by his low mood, making it cramped and scary.
"You like him? How much?"
Ye Zhen said: "I like it very much."
"...How much do you like it?"
She answered firmly and seriously: "I want to be together for the rest of my life."
He suddenly lost strength, his eyes were dark, and he let go of her hand. Ye Zhen looked at him and was about to take it back, but he suddenly tightened his grip on her: "If, if... I said if..."
Ye Zhen looked at him doubtfully: "Huh? What if?"
Song Qian felt like his throat was blocked by something. It was obviously the words he wanted to say the most, it was his most sincere confession, it was obvious that he had said it to her countless times in his dream, but at this moment, he just said Not exported.
He is very old and a cripple.
He squeezed his legs tightly, hating and hating them.
Ye Zhen said: "Song Qian, are you worried about me? Don't worry, I have understood him. He is a very good person. I like him very much and I want to confess to him. If it succeeds, I will not live there before. ”
Song Qian's heartbeat froze again: "...you want to leave?"
Ye Zhen smiled and said: "Song Qian, you also hope that I can find a good man to get married and start a family, right? When I get married, naturally I can't live there before."
Song Qian held her tighter. He felt that he was too hard and she should feel pain, but there was nothing strange about her smile, but the words she said made his heart feel like a knife.
Of course he has always hoped that his bastard girl would find a good man to marry, who would treat her well, pamper her, protect her, love her and care for her... But he liked to hold her warm hand, like to see her smile, and like her energetic figure. , I like the way she works hard in life.
He even clearly remembered those two dreams. In the dream, she looked at him with attachment, she kissed his cheek and lips, she would hold his hand while sleeping, and call out his name in a sweet voice: Song Qian, Songqian, Songqian.
Every word is filled with joy, and every word is all about Him.
But later on, no matter how seriously he slept, no matter how many times he read her name in his dream before going to bed, over and over again, word for word, she never appeared again. His dream was cold, and when he woke up, it was even more... desolate.
He couldn't imagine that if his world was completely without her and lost her, he would really be worse than dead.
Time seemed very long to him, but when he was with his bastard girl, he felt like it disappeared too quickly every minute.
At least at this moment, he could no longer let go of her hand.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Ye Zhen who was watching him quietly. He loosened his grip on her thigh and smoothed the broken hair on her forehead. For the first time, he really called out the two words he had read in his heart countless times: " Zhen Zhen.”
Ye Zhen hummed, bent her eyes and smiled: "Song Qian, it sounds best when you call me Zhen Zhen."
Song Qian said: "Zhen Zhen, I never wanted to be your father."
"What about Uncle Song?"
"no."
"what is that?"
He looked at her, with a rare hint of seriousness and nervousness in his deep eyes. He quickly looked away, almost not daring to look at Ye Zhen.
Ye Zhen shook his hand, and he finally turned around. Perhaps because he felt that there was no hope, or because he wanted to keep the only love in his life, he was finally willing to reveal his true feelings, intermittently, and it was all affectionate.
"...I don't know when I started...all I think about is you..."
"Zhen Zhen, you live in my heart."
He was very nervous. He started to sweat again while holding Ye Zhen's hand, and even his face became pale after the illness. Although he was still unparalleledly handsome and imposing, his chest was stiff and straight, and the ends of his eyes had time. texture.
Ye Zhen looked at him, suddenly laughed, closed her eyes and came closer: "Song Qian, kiss me."
Song Qian froze with nervousness and fear. His pupils shrank and he stared closely at her fair and beautiful face. Ye Zhen opened her eyes and curled her lips: "You kissed her before, don't you want to kiss her now?"
Song Qian almost shouted to her at the top of his lungs: "Ye Zhen!"
"Huh? I like it when you call me Zhen Zhen."
"… you you!"
He was incoherent, holding her hand and looking at her tightly. His whole body was trembling slightly, as if he was confirming something, confirming something anxiously.
Ye Zhen smiled and hugged his neck, and put her lips to his ear: "Idiot, Song Qian, you are so stupid."
She rubbed her cheek against his and said happily: "Song Qian, I want to live in your heart for the rest of my life."
"… in my lifetime?"
"Um."
Song Qian couldn't tell how he felt at the moment. He only knew that from now on, he no longer had to hide and eat popping candy alone.
He no longer has to pray to meet his girl in his dream. He can tell her all the thoughts he has hidden for a long time.
He can call her: Zhenzhen, Zhenzhen, Zhenzhen every day.
"Zhen Zhen."
"Um."
She hugged him and sat on his lap, "Song Qian, go to the window."
He turned the wheelchair and took her there. She opened the curtains and saw the pouring rain outside the window, with water flowing down the window. She looked up at him with a smile: "Song Qian, kiss me."
Song Qian looked at her slightly raised face and saw that her delicate eyebrows were full of warmth. His slender fingers brushed the broken hair on her cheeks, and his rough palms gently held her face. He lowered his head and gently touched the center of her eyebrows. press a kiss.
"Zhen Zhen."
She opened her eyes, leaned on his shoulder, and swayed slightly with her legs hanging in the air.
He held her hand tightly, and his rapidly beating heart never stopped. He kept looking down at her, as if to confirm that this was not another sweet dream of his.
He finally managed to gain some sense and asked her: "I was sick before, and you came back?"
"Um."
"It turned out to be not a dream, so I never dreamed about you."
"Silly Songgan."