Chapter 253: Explanation (Update 1)
Every word of Fu Cheng's analysis is correct.
Song Shengsheng had almost no room to refute and was powerless to argue.
She seemed to have been drained of all her strength. She didn't expect that he could guess it so accurately.
Fu Cheng didn't mind her silence. Looking at her soft little face, he instinctively felt a little pity for her. He couldn't bear to continue to be aggressive and interrogate her like a criminal.
He just came to the conclusion slowly at his own pace.
"So what happened at that time that I don't know about?"
Song Shengsheng was completely exhausted. She slowly slid down and sat on the ground. She had stopped crying, but she still looked pitiful. She said, "I had a dream."
These words sounded as heavy as thunder.
Her tears flowed uncontrollably again.
Her eyes were red, and she tilted her thin neck upward. She looked very fragile, like a piece of fragile glass. She said, "It was a very long dream."
Still a nightmare.
A nightmare that is all too real.
Fu Cheng seemed to be the best listener. He didn't interrupt her and listened to her finish her words quietly.
The man squatted down, his eyes level with hers, his black eyes staring at her calmly, one hand on her shoulders, and slowly picked her up from the ground.
Maybe it was because she really had no strength left.
Fu Cheng carried her to the sofa. Her limbs were soft, even sitting was a little limp. She leaned on him, her hands weakly clinging to his shoulders, tightly grasping the fabric of his clothes, as if she could hold him tightly in this way.
In addition, Song Shengsheng's body was still shaking a little.
Fu Cheng asked her if she was cold, "I'll find you some clothes."
She shook her head: "No, I'm not cold."
She was shivering, not because of the cold, but because of fear, an indescribable fear.
I felt panicky and heavy in my heart.
Song Shengsheng is actually very good at escaping. When faced with difficulties, she is used to choosing to take a detour.
As long as you bypass it, you can pretend it never existed and never happened.
Despite what she said, Fu Cheng still put his military jacket on her. The man held her tightly with his arms and wrapped her in his military jacket. He didn't want her to be cold, nor did he want her to feel uncomfortable.
"And then?"
He asked anyway.
Song Shengsheng curled up in his arms, her trembling body seemed to ease a little, and she said, "I dreamed that this was a book."
She doesn't know how to describe the summary and is not good at summarizing.
This story is so long, and so detailed, that even she herself can hardly remember it.
She only remembered the nodes that changed the fate of all of them, and the memories that were unforgettable but very painful to her.
Even if she were to recall it again now, she would still feel the pain as if her heart was being torn apart.
She paused and then said, "I kept dreaming about many fragments and scenes, all of which were very real and would really happen. I couldn't help but believe it."
She wasn't that clear.
Fu Cheng insisted on asking for clarification, "Well, so it has something to do with me and you, right?"
Song Shengsheng has given up struggling. She can't hide it, and she can't conceal that her flattery and love for him at the beginning were all ulterior motives and not pure.
She nodded awkwardly: "Yeah."
She found it harder and harder to speak: "You are the hero of this book, I..."
She took a deep breath and prepared herself again and again before she could finish her words with great difficulty.
"And I am just a vicious female supporting character who will die early because of greed and vanity, abandoning her husband and children. My ending is not good. I am the kind of person who will not be pitied even if I die, but only applauded."
Having said that, it’s almost the same.
Fu Cheng could almost guess the ins and outs of these things.
He was unexpectedly calm, and was able to pull his hand out to wipe her face with a handkerchief, saying, "So you don't want to die, and don't want to repeat the fate you dreamed of, so you said you loved me and liked me, and that's why you treated me and my son a little better and cared a little more about me and my son."
Song Shengsheng was asked so many questions that she couldn't breathe. When Fu Cheng wanted to get clarification, she didn't even have the chance to fight back.
She wanted to say with confidence that it was not like that, it was not like that at all.
But that's the reality.
There is no chance of rebuttal.
Her previous unclear motives were finally caught by him.
Fu Cheng waited for a long time, but all he got was her silence.
Sometimes, silence is actually an answer.
But he was determined to get a clearer answer from her, so he asked, "Is that so? Shengsheng."
Song Shengsheng felt suppressed, as if she had been forced into a corner, with no way to retreat or move forward. She took a deep breath, avoided his burning gaze, and whispered a real word: "Yes."
Fu Cheng's hands, which were holding her arms, seemed to relax.
At this moment, he felt like he was hit by a club, right on the head.
I was dazed by the pain and thought I could endure anything and forgive anything. But even now, there was still hidden resentment and harsh and harsh demands in my heart.
After a while, he just nodded as if nothing had happened: "Okay, I understand."
He really knew it.
The truth always hurts.
Fu Cheng also hated himself a little bit for not being able to treat it as usual, like other harmless matters, not asking anything and just letting it go.
He remembered the time when he brought her back from Yangcheng.
She seemed to love him so much that her eyes were filled with him.
I would tell him over and over again that I really liked him. I would actively run towards him, hug his neck, and whisper in his ear, "Honey, I miss you so much."
I love you so much.
Can't live without you.
From now on I will only be good to you.
She said so much, it turns out that——
It turns out that they are all fake, just to change the established fate.
My feelings for him are fake, my love for him is fake.
It was nothing but deception from beginning to end.
He willingly fell into this trap, got stuck in it, and drowned.
Even at this moment, knowing clearly that she was a liar from the beginning and continued her marriage with a purpose, he still wanted to forgive her regardless and found various excuses for her in his heart.
It's okay.
It's okay to have no love.
It doesn't matter if it is used from beginning to end.
He said this to himself, but he still saw his own hideous and cold look in her eyes.
How could it be okay?
After a long time, Fu Cheng heard his own voice full of wounds. He asked her softly, "Shengsheng, what about me? What am I to you?"
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