Chapter 806 Su Miao Extra Chapter 78
"Am I dreaming?"
"If you think this is a dream, then it is a dream."
"Then I hope this isn't a dream." Song Hansheng raised the corners of his lips, "So you're not dead."
"Yes, I'm not dead. I lied to you for thirty-five years. Song Hansheng, do you blame me now?"
Su Miao felt that with Song Hansheng's personality, he would be angry, question, complain, feel depressed, and be very unwilling, but she didn't expect Song Hansheng's next sentence would be.
"It's great that you're alive."
Su Miao was stunned. It turned out that time could really change a person completely. Song Hansheng in front of her had been entangled with her for so many years. Sometimes she would dream about him, but now she almost couldn't recognize him.
Song Hansheng looked at Su Miao. Even though this person was standing in front of him, he couldn't even raise his hand to touch her. Firstly, he didn't have the strength, and secondly, he was not qualified.
He didn't dare to blink, for fear that the person in front of him would suddenly disappear. Suddenly, a grain of sand flew into his eyes, his eyes turned red and he had to close his eyes. At that moment, he prayed madly in his heart that Su Miao in front of him would not disappear. He opened his eyes with a trembling heart, everything was the same as before, Su Miao really did not disappear, so it was not a dream.
He thought Su Miao had been dead all these years, but she had actually been living well. When he was in prison, punishing and torturing himself, Su Miao was living well outside. In all these years, had Su Miao ever thought of him at all? Even for a brief second?
Song Hansheng lowered his eyes, as if they were pricked by something sharp. There was something shiny on Su Miao's finger. He looked carefully and found that it was a ring. Wearing it on the ring finger meant that they were married.
"get married?"
"Um."
"With Qin Mo?"
"yes."
"Have you been happy these years?"
"Happiness I've never felt before."
She used the word "never before," which proved to be better than any time she had been with him. This was good...
Song Hansheng sobbed, his old voice choked with hoarseness: "Miaomiao, have you ever loved me in the past?"
The room suddenly became very quiet. He waited for Su Miao's answer. Time passed very slowly. He felt like a huge rock was pressing on him, so heavy that he could hardly breathe. Although breathing was so difficult, he subconsciously held his breath while waiting for Su Miao's answer.
"At an age when I didn't even understand love, I learned how to love you." Su Miao finally said the answer that Song Hansheng had always wanted to hear.
"Song Hansheng, I loved you. You were very good to me before I was eighteen. I thought my feelings for you were just gratitude. It wasn't until that night on my birthday when the boy who sent me home confessed to me on the way. I was stunned at the time, and your figure subconsciously appeared in my mind. That's when I realized that the person I liked was you.
Song Hansheng's pupils trembled and breathing became difficult. He was not wrong. The eighteen-year-old Su Miao really loved him.
Su Miao said again: "Song Hansheng, I once liked you, seriously liked you. I have no hesitation in saying that you were my first love when I was young and ignorant, and you were also the beginning of my shattered dreams. You step by step killed someone who liked you. When I liked you, I really liked you, and when I didn't like you, I really didn't like you. Later, I hated you for real. What's the point of talking about my previous love now? I can't even remember what it felt like when I liked you."
Tears welled up in Song Hansheng's eyes. He subconsciously wanted to hold the thing in his hand tightly, but suddenly realized that he was still holding Su Miao's photo in his hand. He couldn't bear it, even if it was just a photo of her.
Song Hansheng had said sorry too many times, but this time he didn't say it. He just said in a hoarse voice: "I have suffered a lot in prison these years."
Because he tortured himself by spending money, those who received the money did not know that it was Song Hansheng who paid it, and they secretly beat and kicked him in the room. Every time Song Hansheng was bullied, he did not resist.
In fact, what hurt more than the pain in his body was his heart. He suddenly understood why Su Miao refused to forgive him. Every time he said "I'm sorry" to Su Miao, it seemed so ridiculous.
Prison is really hard to endure, not to mention the endless pain. The bed is thin, just a thin layer in both summer and winter, and the cold penetrates into the bones. That's why Su Miao, who was not afraid of the cold before, is so afraid of the cold now, and his hands and feet are always cold.
He also felt the pain of broken fingers and the darkness of the night. He knew that he could never see the entire sky when looking outside from the iron window. Even the most ordinary air smelled of decay and mold, and occasionally carried the smell of blood.
Su Miao spent more than seven hundred days in such a place.
And he lived like this for thirty years.
How could Su Miao not hate him? At this moment, the hatred for Song Hansheng on Su Miao's face had disappeared. Her face was calm, and she looked at Song Hansheng as if she was facing a familiar stranger.
Su Miao said: "I heard outside that you are not doing well."
"Have you forgiven me?" Song Hansheng's voice became weaker and weaker.
Su Miao didn't say anything.
The windows and doors were wide open, and the cold November wind blew in, making the curtains rustle. Song Hansheng was lying next to the window. From this angle, he could see the sky outside if he opened his eyes wide.
The sky outside was blue at this time, but Song Hansheng didn't have the strength to open his eyes, so he slowly closed his eyes.
"Song Hansheng, I forgive you..."
It turns out that the last thing to disappear before death is hearing.
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