Even at the moment of his death, his father did not seem to have any regrets.
His face was calm and he didn't look afraid at all.
It seemed like he had anticipated this day and didn't care at all.
It seemed as if the gun in his son's hand was not as important as the relic in his hand. His health was already very poor. Even in this not-too-cold season, he had put on a sweater but was still coughing.
There was some blood on the handkerchief, it didn't look very good.
Shen Zai is already very tall and is no longer that little kid.
He looked at the gun in his hand, glanced at it briefly, and quickly put it away, "You are late."
He was getting a little impatient waiting.
The man looked out of the ward window. This private hospital was also owned by Shen Zhishu. The environment was nice and quiet.
The camphor tree outside the window is green all year round.
It is her favorite variety.
He didn't understand her before. Why did she always look out the window quietly? The scenery was always the same and there was no change, but she could always look at it all day long and never get tired of it.
I would rather look at the dead branches and fallen leaves.
She was also unwilling to look back at him behind her.
He was unhappy about this, but he never expressed it. He just kept it in his heart, and then used more intense, more extreme, and more quiet ways to make her see him.
In fact, she rarely even spoke to him, and was stingy with even a few words. When she saw him, she would subconsciously close her mouth and turn away in disgust.
Shen Zhishu didn't say anything, as if it didn't matter.
It seemed like it didn't matter whether she talked to him or not, but in the end he always had to force her to speak. Only when he heard her voice did he feel a morbid sense of satisfaction.
"The housekeeper said you didn't eat much all day."
Shen Zhishu watched her finish her words.
She was still staring out the window in a daze. She did not turn around to face the man behind her, and ignored him as if he was a blind eye.
Shen Zhishu walked behind her and casually placed his large, bony hands on her shoulders. Her body began to tremble, as if she was trembling with fear and timidity from the bottom of her soul.
"Is there anything you want to eat? Shengsheng."
She froze all over and still didn't want to speak.
Shen Zhishu seemed to be used to it. He nodded and said, "It seems that I have to choose for you."
He smiled and said, "I'm always happy to do these things for you."
After saying that, he called the butler and brought over some desserts.
There are more than a dozen chefs in the family who can cook many dishes.
Of course, there is also a dedicated dessert chef who carefully prepares a dessert for her every afternoon.
She never opened her mouth much, and ate less and less, as if she was competing with him in this way, innocent and childish.
Shen Zhishu took the dessert from the housekeeper. His beautiful, thin and distinct fingers rested on the porcelain-white spoon handle. He fed her with his own mouth: "Shengsheng, open your mouth."
The gentle tone sounded terrifying to her ears.
She was silent for a while, as if she was controlled by inertia, or as if her body was controlled by fear. She slowly turned her body and her tightly pursed lips slightly opened.
He fed her spoonful by spoonful.
After she finished eating the whole piece of cake, he was considerate enough to wipe her lips.
The man put down the porcelain plate and asked patiently, "Would you like to eat something else?"
She trembled all over like a puppet, and after a while, she shook her head stiffly.
Shen Zhishu hummed lightly, and gently pinched her chin with his fingers, his fingertips warm against her porcelain-white skin. He said, "What do you mean by shaking your head? Shengsheng, just tell me what you want."
"If you don't tell me, I won't know what you want."
After a while.
She finally opened her mouth, her voice was very soft, very reluctant, and she said very slowly, "Don't eat anymore."
Shen Zhishu seemed to be finally satisfied when he heard her voice and touched her face. She was much thinner now than when she was in Xiaoshui Village, and her face was smaller.
White, small, and timid.
It's really a bit pitiful.
It really made him extremely satisfied.
This feeling controlled her from the inside out, the feeling that their souls and bodies were forced to merge together.
Shen Zhishu smiled, like a considerate and gentle husband: "If you are full, then don't eat. Let's have a good dinner later."
She was silent again.
He was still able to continue calmly: "The doctor said that your body is very weak and you need to nourish yourself. Skipping meals is not a good habit. We still need to eat more and gain some weight so that our body can be better."
The doctor visits her regularly every month to give her a physical examination.
This villa has everything.
She didn't even have to go to the hospital.
She just had to stay where he could see her.
Shen Zhishu rarely went out to work for so long like he did today. Normally, he was only away from home for a few hours. He was always happy to spend more time with her and had endless patience to accompany her.
He loves her too much.
I can't bear to leave her for even a second.
Shen Zhishu felt that she was made of the two missing ribs in his body, otherwise how could he love her so much? He couldn't leave her.
"I heard that the kid tried to break in last week."
"The bodyguard accidentally hurt him, but don't worry, he wasn't seriously injured, nothing serious will happen."
The person in his arms reacted again, his eyelids lifted as if trembling.
She struggled for a long time, raised her hand, and silently grabbed his sleeve, "Don't, hurt him."
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A cold light flashed in the man's eyes, but a smile hung on the corner of his lips. He held her hand with his backhand and smiled: "I know, after all, he is also your child. I have already told them that next time, even if he wants to break in, let him in. I will not let them hurt him again."
Shen Zhishu paused for a moment after speaking in a high-sounding manner, and then continued, "But he probably won't be able to come for a while, so let him see you once more after the Chinese New Year, okay?"
It's clearly what should happen.
When it comes out of his mouth it becomes like alms, as if we should be extremely grateful to him.
Her fingers were held powerlessly in his palm. After a while, she nodded slowly.
Shen Zhishu smiled and said patiently: "Shengsheng, what does nodding mean? Don't you want to talk to me again?"
She pursed her pale lips and said, "Okay."
Shen Zhishu narrowed his eyes, and his delicate features seemed much softer. He smiled very gently, handsome and gentle. He said, "Well, you are so good, Shengsheng."
He always has a way.
It's good to use both soft and hard tactics.
Be it coercion or inducement.
Force her to talk to him, force her to submit to him.
Because she has too many weaknesses.
When she thought she could finally relax after dealing with him, the gentle man suddenly pinched her chin with some force and bent down to kiss her.
This kiss is not very polite.
It was so suffocating that she had nowhere to escape.
Even so, he was not satisfied.
"Shengsheng, give me a kiss too."
She shrank back reflexively, not knowing what she remembered, and then timidly and reluctantly moved forward, closing her eyes and quickly gave him a perfunctory kiss on the cheek.
This was the case most of the time when she was in Hong Kong.
Reluctant and helpless.
When Shen Zhishu recalled these memories, a faint smile appeared on the corners of his lips.
He raised his eyes and looked at his son calmly, "I miss your mother very much."
Shen Zai listened to his father's words, his face showing the same indifference as his own.
The two cold-blooded vampires who have no empathy are most similar at this moment.
"Father."
He called him that, but he couldn't hear the emotion in these two words.
He then asked, "Do you regret it?"
The man on the bed seemed to smile when he heard these words. He was silent for a while, then he raised his cold eyes and looked at the product that resembled his own portrait. "I never regret it."
He looked at him expressionlessly, "Even if she died in front of you."
"She's still with me."
"She's dead."
"no."
There was a small pot on the table next to the bed.
Every night, he would sleep with the urn in his arms.
Shen Zai looked stubborn, "You really don't regret it at all, Father?"
He got the same answer.
When he walked out of the ward, his hands were shaking uncontrollably, and he saw the frightened doctors and nurses running towards him.
He felt that his father, at that moment, did not feel any pain, only peace.
It seemed as if it had been waiting for this moment.
Shen Zai walked out of the hospital and saw the person he hated most in his life.
His half brother.
He looked at him as if he had gone mad.
He was punched to the ground and someone grabbed him by the collar and asked, "Are you crazy?"
He was beaten until his mouth was full of blood. He lay on the ground and laughed wildly. The tears and smile made this delicate face look even more crazy.
He said, "I'm not crazy, brother."
He even said this with a smile.
He looked at his brother and said seriously, "She'll forgive me."
She would forgive him.
Yes.
In Shen Zai's memory, he actually died from the day his mother died in front of him.
Back to the present, the father in front of me looks almost the same as he was more than ten years ago. He looks very young and calm.
It seemed like nothing could affect him.
Even at the moment of his death, he did not show any signs of loss of control.
The boy did not move forward, but instead looked away and left as if nothing had happened, like a stranger.
*
Shen Zhishu didn't take this strange boy seriously.
He was very busy at the research institute, but the research progress was slow, which made him, who was usually calm, a little irritated.
Shen Zhishu did not plan to stay in the country forever, as the plan he had made a few years ago no longer seemed feasible.
Song Shengsheng doesn't contact him at all now. She didn't receive any letters he sent her later or any gifts he sent back when he was studying abroad.
If you say you don't want to see him again, then you really don't want to see him again even once.
Her turning against others is more ruthless than anyone else's.
In fact, Shen Zhishu was helpless with her.
Fu Cheng was on high alert and didn't let his guard down at all.
Anyone else would have given up long ago, but Shen Zhishu has been an extremely determined and stubborn person since he was young, and he sticks to his own path until the end.
If one method doesn't work, he will just think of another one.
Shen Zhishu hates seasons like this the most, the sticky and greasy summer, the extremely hot season.
Even the wind is not very reasonable.
Sometimes it is moist and warm, sometimes it is as cold as moonlight.
His favorite season is winter.
Especially in the winter when heavy snow falls.
The weather is extremely cold, so unbearable that I just want to snuggle comfortably under the quilt.
She was always ordered around by her mother, doing laundry and cooking.
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Every time at this time, she would subconsciously move towards him, so that she would have a legitimate excuse to slack off, and she would pretend to be holding her textbook and come over.
Only when Song's mother came with the reed sticks could she say with confidence that she came to learn from him.
Shen Zhishu was of course happy to cover up for her, and every time she told her mother sincerely that she was there to study.
His room was very warm, the windows were closed tightly, and there was a thick cotton quilt on the bed, making it very warm to nestle in it.
Shen Zhishu would also save all the delicious food for her, and when she could taste the sweetness, she would keep relying on him.
Wait until the severe winter is over.
She also returned to her cold look.
It was hot in the summer and she didn't like to go out, even to his place.
Thinking back to his childhood, Shen Zhishu still feels a little dazed, as if he is dreaming.
A fleeting, ethereal dream.
The harder he tried to grab her, the more she eluded him.
Shen Zhishu has never thought of giving up. To this day, he still feels that only his feelings for her are true love.
He doesn't think he's ugly, nor does he think his thoughts are twisted.
He just loved her.
In his own way.
*
Song Shengsheng hadn't visited Shen Zai for a few days. It wasn't that she was intentionally avoiding him, she was just busy with her own things.
Fu Cheng accompanied her to see the shop, booked her small shop, and then accompanied her to meet the factory manager for negotiation.
Several days have passed since I finished these things.
Song Shengsheng stayed at home for another two days before she remembered the boy she had almost forgotten.
She felt a little guilty, but she also felt that he was a grown-up, rich, and smart man, so he shouldn't starve to death.
While Song Shengsheng was hesitating about when to visit him, she received a call from him at home.
Relying on his good face, Shen Zai easily answered the phone and called his mother.
He felt that he had been very well behaved these days.
Should deserve a reward.
After the call was connected, he spoke in a normal tone, without any dissatisfaction of being left behind, "Mom, I don't have enough money to spend."
He speaks slowly, but people can still hear him clearly.
Shen has no idea how much he spends. He spends lavishly and has no idea how much he spends. Mo Yue is also because he has never thought about the future.
Naturally, he was a bit picky and would buy the most expensive necessities.
A few hundred dollars were all spent in a few days.
Even if you are short of money, don't panic.
I saved my last bit of money for emergencies and called my mother.
He confessed truthfully and honestly that he had no money.
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