Chapter 805 Su Miao Extra Chapter 77
When she was eighteen and just beginning to fall in love, Su Miao liked him.
In the blink of an eye, his memory returned to the age of twenty-one. That day, Song Hansheng suddenly wanted to find Su Miao urgently. No one could hold him back. He fell to the ground, and his old bones seemed to be broken.
But he still wanted to crawl out, muttering: "I want to find Su Miao, I want to bring her back, bring her back..."
"What are you going to do with it?"
Song Hansheng paused, a trace of ferocity on his old face: "Bring her back and lock her up. She is mine, mine! I won't allow her to look at other men, I won't allow her to like others, she can only like me. I will lock her up in a deserted place so that no one will miss her."
This was Song Hansheng's paranoia at the age of twenty-one, his obsession. He thought he was simply possessive and wanted to torture Su Miao, so he wanted to lock her up.
He had been crazy for more than ten years and dreamed of possessing her.
He has always understood that if you want something, you should grab it, even if it means hurting yourself, and try your best to get it.
He did use this method to keep Su Miao and trap her body.
I have always relied on brute force to obtain everything, but why do I end up with nothing?
It turns out that when faced with something you really want, you should open your arms and embrace it.
The more you try to solve it with brute force, the more you try to pull it towards you, the deeper the damage will be, and the more you reach out, the farther it will be.
Unfortunately, he understood it too late, and he was still regretting it until he was about to die. This is probably what is meant by lifelong regrets, right?
After that day, Song Hansheng was devastated and fell seriously ill. He lay in bed and could not get up again. Even for the most basic meals, he needed someone to feed him, but he could not eat anything. His life was like an ice cube placed under the sun. As the temperature quickly decreased, it finally turned into gas and disappeared completely.
He had been holding Su Miao's photo in his hand. He had kept the photo very well, but because of long-term touching, the corners of the photo had been worn a lot, but fortunately the person was still clear.
His brain was not clear, and sometimes he didn't even know who he was. But every time he looked at the photo, he would say, "This girl is so beautiful... I really want to marry her... I really want to marry her..."
In the end, I almost forgot Su Miao's name, but every time I looked at her photo, that unforgettable feeling would come over me like a raging storm, and tears would keep falling from my blurry eyes.
He was dying. This was the news the hospital brought to Su Miao.
Su Miao was cooking at home that day. She had not adopted a child in the years she and Qin Mo had been together, and her health had gradually deteriorated. She was often alone at home. The house felt empty when Qin Mo was not around. Qin Mo was afraid that she would be lonely at home, so he bought her a dog, an obedient golden retriever, and named it Qiqi.
Qiqi is ten years old this year. This age for a dog is equivalent to that of a person in his seventies or eighties. It is very old. When Su Miao is at home, he will specially cook food for the dog. Dogs are like humans. When they get old, their digestive system deteriorates and their health also deteriorates.
She squatted down and poured some dog food for the dog. Qin Mo saw her squatting down and quickly quickened his pace to go over and support her when she wanted to stand up.
The two held hands together. They had walked step by step hand in hand over the years. They were no longer young. There were many wrinkles on their hands and they had changed a lot, but the ring on their ring finger had not changed.
"I want to go to Haicheng Hospital."
Qin Mo knew that Su Miao was going to see Song Hansheng for the last time, probably to make a final conclusion.
"good……"
They took the golden retriever Qiqi to Haicheng, City A. During that time, Su Miao received another call from the hospital, saying that Song Hansheng's current condition was like a last gasp of life, and he suddenly became a little more energetic.
Maybe he had a premonition that the person he most wanted to see was about to come to see him, so he cheered up and wanted to meet her in his best appearance.
That morning, Song Hansheng ate a whole bowl of porridge, which was rare. He didn't vomit. He held Su Miao's photo against his left chest and said, "I'm finally going to see you..."
He is making himself unhappy, so he will always be unhappy.
Song Hansheng half-closed his eyes. His bed faced the doorway. A streak of white light appeared there at dawn. Song Hansheng shed silent tears, "Thirty-five years, is that enough?"
As he was thinking, a familiar figure suddenly appeared outside. His half-closed eyes suddenly opened wide. He wanted to stand up and raise his hands, and walk towards the figure, but he had no strength.
"Am I dreaming?" He looked at the person. It was Su Miao, the Su Miao he had been thinking about for so many years. Even though she was old now, he still recognized her at first sight.
Song Hansheng wasn't sure if he was hallucinating. His brain had always been not very good, and he was confused and couldn't tell reality from reality. But if all this was fake, then what he should have seen was the younger Su Miao, not her now with gray hair.
Su Miao walked beside Song Hansheng, her voice also becoming older, heavy and hoarse: "Song Hansheng, I'm here to see you."
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