Chapter 565 Shen Xiuli, his sister
Shen Xiuli looked at Shen Zhichu at the end of the red carpet lights, and tears were streaming down his face without him realizing it. He didn't realize that he had cried until Qin Mo beside him said coldly: "Why are you crying?"
Shen Xiuli suddenly cried out of breath, gasping for air, and choked as he said, “I felt like I saw my sister.”
Qin Mo's throat choked, and his eyes also turned red. He looked at Shen Zhichu on the stage: "It's a pity that your sister is dead."
He also knew that his sister Shen Zhichu was dead. This Shen Zhichu only had the same name and they had nothing to do with each other, but he didn't know why he felt that they were so similar, no different from the same person.
Every time he thought of Shen Zhichu's ashes floating in the cold sea, he felt heartbroken. After so many years, he still dreamed of Shen Zhichu, dreaming of that time in the underground gambling city when he threw her away and Shen Zhichu cried and called him from behind.
"Brother, are you really going to throw me away?"
He had thrown Shen Zhichu away twice. The first time, she was still a little girl, about seven or eight years old. He took her to the playground and threw her away. He went back alone. Children would feel guilty and scared after doing bad things, so he wanted to go look for her, but he didn't expect Shen Zhichu to come back alone when it got dark.
I thought she would complain to grandpa, but she didn't say a word. In the middle of the night, she developed a high fever and a rash and was sent to the hospital.
Since then, Shen Zhichu never went out with him alone again.
Until that time, he was caught in an underground casino and the other party threatened to cut off his hand. Hearing that he was in danger, Shen Zhichu still came regardless of the danger.
When Shen Xiuli thought about this, he couldn't help but feel regretful. He looked at his broken right hand: You deserve it. It was you who pushed your own sister away with this hand.
Shen Xiuli thought that the pain of having his hand cut off was the greatest pain he had ever felt in his life, but it was not until Shen Zhichu died and he lost his only relative that he realized that the greatest pain was that he was suddenly the only one left in the world and he had no relatives.
When he woke up at midnight, he would always dream of Shen Zhichu and his mother.
His mother looked at him sadly, with anger in her eyes, and her voice trembled: "Why did you abandon your sister? Didn't you say you would protect her forever? Why didn't you protect her well? Why did you let other men bully her?"
He wanted to reach out and hug his mother, but she pushed him away and yelled at him, "I don't have a son like you!"
He was frightened awake, and when he woke up he was just like now, with tears streaming down his face, unable to stop crying.
If he had been nicer to Shen Zhichu, maybe she wouldn't have died; if he hadn't abandoned her in the underground casino, maybe she wouldn't have died; if he had cared more about her and knew that Shen Zhichu often went to the hospital, maybe she wouldn't have died; if he had taken Shen Zhichu away from Li Jingshen, maybe she wouldn't have died...
It was not until Shen Zhichu died that he learned from Qin Mo that Shen Zhichu had been suffering from stomach cancer for a long time and had gone to the hospital alone for examination, chemotherapy, blood tests, and repeated gastroscopy.
She suffered endless domestic violence from Li Jingshen, tragically lost a child, and was driven into depression while lying on a hospital bed.
His sister was the pride of the Shen family. She was originally the eldest daughter of the Shen family, envied by everyone in Rongcheng. She was a woman that no one in Rongcheng could compare to. In the end, she was forced into a madman by them and died in a foreign land, burned to death in a fire.
"If she hadn't died, perhaps she would have been so happy."
But there are no ifs and even fewer maybes in this world.
Shen Xiuli looked up at the drone in the sky and muttered to himself: Mom, can you see my sister? I attended a wedding today, and the bride's name was also Shen Zhichu. It would be great if this Shen Zhichu was my sister.
Shen Xiuli sat at the table, drinking and eating. He could already use his right prosthesis and his left hand flexibly.
Once you get used to it, there won’t be any inconvenience in your daily life.
The two newlyweds came out to toast and came to this table. Shen Xiuli stood up. He didn't want to stare at a woman, but he couldn't help but look at Shen Zhichu who was standing next to Bai Qiujing.
He opened his mouth to say something, but didn't know what to say.
It was Qin Mo who spoke first: "Happy wedding to you."
Shen Zhichu: “Thank you.”
She was so grateful to Qin Mo, whether in the previous life or this life. Without Qin Mo, there would be no her today, and there would be no Bai Qiujing.
Shen Zhichu glanced at Shen Xiuli indifferently, without any surprise in her eyes. She had known for a long time that it was the Bai family's intention to invite Shen Xiuli.
When Shen Xiuli saw Shen Zhichu looking at him, his hand holding the wine glass couldn't stop shaking, and his voice stammered: "I wish you a long and happy life together, a son soon, and happiness..."
Shen Zhichu no longer has deep feelings for Shen Xiuli. Those unnecessary feelings from the past seem to have been washed away by time.
But when she saw him appear in front of her again, at her wedding, her heart felt like it was bitten by an ant. It didn't hurt, but it was a little sour.
Shen Zhichu said hoarsely: "Thank you."
After finishing the wine in her hand, Shen Zhichu took Bai Qiujing's hand, lifted her skirt and was about to turn around when Shen Xiuli suddenly called her.
"Can you... call me brother?" Shen Xiuli didn't know how he said this. It seemed as if someone was controlling his mouth. After he finished speaking, he realized that everyone at the table was looking at him as if they were joking. He felt so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole to hide in.
I guess everyone present thought he was trying to make connections on purpose.
But now that he had said it, Shen Xiuli didn't want to take it back, so he just said awkwardly: "Don't get me wrong, I have a sister named Shen Zhichu, she looks a lot like you, I couldn't help but think of her when I saw you... She is as beautiful and outstanding as you..." In fact, in his heart, the Shen Zhichu in the past was more outstanding and dazzling than the current Shen Zhichu, and no one could compare to his own sister.
Seeing that Chen Zhichu didn't say anything, Chen Xiuli began to talk incoherently: "I just said it casually... I didn't control my words. I didn't mean to make connections. I just couldn't help it. My sister passed away six years ago... I... I missed her a little..." At the end, his voice was already crying. It was too embarrassing and too humiliating. If it wasn't the wrong occasion, he would have turned around and fled. Everyone looked at him coldly, and no one came out to help him.
Shen Xiuli lowered his head, not daring to look at Shen Zhichu's humiliating face, and was about to apologize: "Yes..."
Before he could finish his words, Shen Zhichu on the opposite side called out softly, "Brother."
He stood there for a long time. When he came to his senses, a gust of wind blew and dried the tears from the corners of his eyes. He looked up and saw only Shen Zhichu's back. She had already walked away.
Shen Xiuli opened his sore eyes, and tears overflowed from his dry eye sockets and fell down his cheeks.
Qin Mo beside him patted his shoulder soothingly.
"You say...when I'm old and dead, and I see Zhichu, will she call me brother? Will my sister forgive me?"
Qin Mo: "Maybe... she has forgiven you."
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