Chapter 272 I Really Don’t Remember (Second Update) (Added 1,000 Words)
When Fu Cheng heard her cautious and trembling voice, his heart ached slightly.
He really didn't remember the person she was talking about.
But when the words came to his lips, he knew he shouldn't say it.
If she spoke it out, her tears would only ooze out more.
Even if he didn't say anything, Song Shengsheng would understand everything from the look in his eyes.
The answer is clear from the look on his face as he hesitated to speak.
Song Shengsheng's tears flowed silently like a string of tears. She felt weak when she held his hand, and her white finger bones trembled constantly. She sniffed and wanted to speak but was choked and could not say anything.
Song Shengsheng seemed to be dazed and was silent for a long time.
She confirmed again and again: "Do you really have no recollection of it at all?"
She said, "She is tall, thin, fair-skinned, very good-looking, and not too old, about 17 or 18 years old."
Fu Cheng stared at her with his dark eyes, but didn't speak for a long time.
He really had no impression and didn't know who the person she was talking about was.
Seeing that she was about to cry again, she pursed her lips and changed her tone: "Let me think about it."
Song Shengsheng's heart seemed to be grasped in someone's palm. It was a bit painful and a bit suffocated. She actually understood what these four words meant.
She just didn't want to believe it.
Song Shengsheng nodded dazedly: "It's okay, it's okay if you don't remember it."
She smiled palely: "He is not that important to you."
Fu Cheng raised his hand and stroked her face: "Shengsheng, if you don't want to laugh, then don't laugh, okay? Don't force yourself to laugh."
He would just feel distressed when he saw it, not comfortable.
Song Shengsheng's smile was uglier than crying. She said "oh" and took a deep breath: "Let's go home first."
Fu Cheng saw that she was not in a good state, so he didn't care about her even if she had something else to do.
Bring the people back from the military area.
The weather was getting colder and the snow was falling non-stop.
The school was suspended for the past two days, so Fu Luochi has been taking extra classes at home these days.
No one needs to worry about him when it comes to studying. He is very serious and hardworking.
Song Shengsheng went upstairs as soon as he entered the house, knocked on the door, and couldn't wait to go into his son's room.
Fu Luochi had just finished writing the composition assigned by the teacher at school, and saw that his mother was also very happy, "Mom."
Song Shengsheng took two deep breaths and adjusted her breathing. She forced a smile and said, "Xiao Chi."
She touched his head, first asked about his homework, checked it, and then ruffled his hair. She looked at him with red eyes and asked in a low voice: "Xiao Chi, do you still remember that you have a brother?"
Song Shengsheng was afraid that his description was not accurate enough.
I even gestured to him.
"About this tall, with beautiful eyes, delicate features, slightly curly hair, fair skin, speaks softly, not very good at Chinese, but fluent in English."
"You don't like him very much."
"He also likes to tease you and wants you to call him brother."
Fu Luochi listened carefully, his expression serious. After a while, he also shook his head: "Mom, I don't seem to remember this brother you are talking about."
He has a good memory.
But I really have no impression.
Fu Luochi held his mother's hand, clinging to her like a warm little cotton blanket, and asked softly, "Mom, did you remember it wrong?"
He pursed his lips and continued, "Maybe Mom, could you please explain it in more detail so I can see if I can remember it."
Song Shengsheng's voice trembled a little, and her nose felt sore: "His name is Shen Zai, remember? This name."
Fu Luochi frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head: "I'm sorry, Mom, I really don't remember."
Song Shengsheng nodded dazedly, as if she understood something. No one would remember Shen Zai, the person who should not have appeared in the first place.
She hugged Fu Luochi and whispered, "You don't have to say sorry, it was Mom who remembered it wrong."
Song Shengsheng felt that she should, maybe, possibly, slowly accept this reality, and then return to her original peaceful life, continuing to live a life that was completely different from her previous life.
Song Shengsheng returned to the bedroom and slowly took out the photo album from the drawer.
The album was filled to the brim, but she was a little afraid to open it, as if she was homesick.
After a while, Song Shengsheng prepared himself mentally and slowly opened the photo album.
After turning the pages, she slowly became stunned.
There's one person missing from the photo.
There is no trace of him in any of the photos.
It was as if an eraser was used to wipe away every trace of his existence.
Perhaps she already had a premonition in her heart, for at this moment she was surprisingly calm, and she read through the pages one by one, without missing a single one.
There was nothing left for her.
Everything around me seemed to have become quiet.
Song Shengsheng closed the photo album and quietly put it back into the drawer.
She sat on the edge of the bed, the beam of sunlight outside the window just happened to fall obliquely on the side of her face, the light and shadow were hazy, and her fair skin was rendered with a faint richness. She drooped her eyelids, silently clenched her fingers, and sat like this quietly for a long, long time.
She finally remembered.
That day, Shen Zai hugged her and whispered these words in her ear.
"Forget about me."
Song Shengsheng raised his head and looked at the dazzling sunlight outside the window with a dazed expression.
She wondered, would she be like them?
Will you slowly forget him?
Song Shengsheng didn't know.
She didn't know how long she could remember him.
actually.
Forgetting him sounds pretty good.
Her heart had never been tormented as it was at this moment. The intense bitterness seemed to be killing her.
If you forget it, it's all over.
All emotions and pain are gone.
But she didn't want to forget him. She didn't want no one to remember him in the end.
Song Shengsheng felt that she already had this feeling now, and his outline felt vague and unfamiliar to her.
She didn't want to remember only the Shen Zai in her dream.
She stood up and fumbled for her diary and her pen from the desk.
She wrote down each sentence.
From the day Shen Zai appeared, to the day he disappeared.
The handwriting in the diary was crooked because her fingers were shaking uncontrollably when she wrote.
She didn't want to, absolutely didn't want to forget him in her memories.
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