0082 Festival
They made love three times in the garage last night, and then twice more in the room. Song Ning had more orgasms than she could remember.
Song Ning woke up at around 5 a.m. the next morning.
She propped her head up with her hand, lay on her side on the bed, and looked at Shen Yuxiu's handsome face as he slept soundly with a sense of pleasure.
His eyelashes were long and fluttered slightly with his breathing. As if sensing that the person next to him had woken up, he rolled his eyelids twice and slowly opened his eyes.
"Good morning," Shen Yuxiu said.
"Good morning," Song Ning replied, then couldn't help but lean down and kiss him. "Boyfriend."
Recalling how she called him "boyfriend" from beneath him last night, crying and coaxing him to stop, Shen Yuxiu's lips curled into a slight smile: "Do you still remember what you promised me last night?"
Last night, in order to get him to stop, she promised to tell him everything, but his methods were too dishonorable.
What's the big deal about controlling her body?
Song Ning deliberately denied it: "I don't remember."
Shen Yuxiu looked at her calmly, then tightened his grip on her waist.
Sensing the threat, Song Ning chuckled, "I remember, I remember."
Shen Yuxiu turned over, picked up his watch from the bedside table, glanced at the time, and then turned back: "Get up and eat first."
Song Ning was taken aback. He hadn't expected that the answer he had been so eager to know last night was no longer in a hurry today.
Shen Yuxiu got up and saw that she was still in a daze. He explained, "I told Mom yesterday that we would have breakfast together. If I don't get up now, she'll probably come knocking on the door."
He was with her all night, when...?
Song Ning immediately realized that Su Qingru must have heard that he was back last night and went home early.
Song Ning angrily said, "Shen Yuxiu! You bastard."
She had been on tenterhooks all night, worried that Su Qingru would come back and catch the two of them doing something intimate.
Shen Yuxiu went into the bathroom early, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.
After having breakfast with Su Qingru, the two drove to buy a bouquet of flowers and headed to the graves of Song Yicheng and Xu Zhihua.
Xu Zhihua and Song Yicheng's tombs are in the middle, and you need to climb stone steps to get there.
After parking the car, Shen Yuxiu took two black umbrellas from the back seat.
Song Ning shook his head: "Just bring one."
Shen Yuxiu glanced at her, put down an umbrella, and got out of the car to hold it for Song Ning.
Although he always accompanied her there, she would stand alone in front of the grave for a long time each time, and she never said what she was doing there.
Shen Yuxiu originally thought that after they visited her parents, she would stay alone for a while as before, but she only asked him to bring one umbrella. Did that mean she wanted him to stay?
The two climbed the steps and arrived at the tombstone.
The photos on the tombstone were washed by rain; both people in the photos were very young.
A man in a police uniform, his stern features revealing a youthful and unruly spirit;
A woman dressed in plain linen clothes, with a gentle and charming face and a faint smile.
Perhaps it's because so much time has passed, the photos of the two are very blurry. Even though she comes every year, Song Ning can hardly remember what they look like anymore.
Song Ning placed the flowers on the tombstone and said, "Mom, I've won him over."
She added, "He's better than you, much, much better."
Shen Yuxiu knew that she had said those two sentences to her mother and the person she didn't want to call "father."
Shen Yuxiu said, "Uncle Song, Aunt Xu, I'm sorry."
"Why do you apologize to them every time you come?" Song Ning turned her head.
Shen Yuxiu lowered his eyes, and raindrops from his hair dripped onto his high nose.
Song Ning pushed the umbrella that was tilted towards her a little closer: "You're the one who said we should be honest."
Shen Yuxiu gripped the umbrella handle tightly.
"Is it because of what your grandmother said before she died?" Song Ning stared at him intently. "If so, then I don't blame you."
Shen Yuxiu's pupils dilated as he looked at Song Ning in a panic.
“That old lady is really strange, her personality is strange, her behavior is strange,” Song Ning said. “She’s strange to me too. She usually won’t even look at me, but after she found out that I was being bullied at school, she went to the principal’s office to argue and insisted that the principal punish those little brats.”
Shen Yuxiu chuckled softly. He thought he wouldn't be able to laugh in this situation, but when he heard her call him a little brat, he couldn't help himself.
She started school a year late and was a year older than most of her classmates, so she always liked to call them little kids.
Seeing him smile, Song Ning smiled too: "That day she took me home and brought me here. It was here that she apologized to me, saying she felt sorry for me, but she didn't regret doing it. She said she didn't expect it to turn out like this, but she could have imagined it might happen, so she begged him to take on the mission because you were still young and couldn't be without a father. At that time, I didn't understand what she was saying, I just felt like she had done something to wrong me, but later I understood."
Shen Yuxiu knew his grandmother hadn't told him everything, so he added, "I helped too. Although it was without my knowledge, I did unintentionally ask your father for a favor that day."
That day, Song Yicheng came to see Shen Xiaoyue, and Shen Yuxiu, knowing this, ran to the study to wait for him.
Song Yicheng possesses a unique aura, a blend of righteousness and wickedness that inspires awe. Shen Yuxiu and Shen Jiayi have always admired Song Yicheng, so they would always follow him whenever he came to visit.
Song Yicheng liked children and often played with them. That day, after leaving his study, he played with Shen Yuxiu for more than an hour as usual before leaving.
Shen Yuxiu was unaware of what was happening until Song Ning's family went through that ordeal. When he saw his grandmother secretly wiping away tears and went up to comfort her, he finally understood something from her words.
His grandmother's memory was failing at that time, and she would sometimes talk nonsense, especially about one thing that she would always talk about.
That night, he learned that she harbored guilt towards Song Yicheng's family and towards him.
She deliberately told him that Song Yicheng had come, and also deliberately asked him to go find Song Yicheng, and Song Yicheng quickly took on the task.
At that time, Song Yicheng and Xu Zhihua were already planning to get married, and Shen Yuxiu always felt that Song Yicheng did not want to accept the marriage.
“No one forced him,” Song Ning said. “He abandoned my mother on his own.”
Song Ning is not a police officer; she is just the daughter of Song Yicheng and Xu Zhihua. Therefore, she will never understand Song Yicheng, but she also cannot truly blame him.
Because Xu Zhihua once said that she only loves the hero in her heart, and if one day he is no longer him, she will stop loving him.
Xu Zhihua always firmly believed that Song Yicheng was the hero who had protected her since childhood, and she never doubted his nature. Even before leaving, she told Song Ning not to blame him.
Xu Zhihua had told her a lot about Song Yicheng, but she couldn't remember most of it. She only remembered Xu Zhihua's unwavering love and trust for him, so even for Xu Zhihua's sake, she couldn't bring herself to hate Song Yicheng.
"Why can't someone as smart as you understand this?" Song Ning asked.
Shen Yuxiu did not speak.
How could he not understand? He was just stubbornly clinging to his own thoughts and unwilling to come out of his rut. Only in this way could he restrain his inappropriate desires for her.
"Next time you come, don't say sorry. Tell them how you bullied me, okay?"
Shen Yuxiu coughed lightly: "Don't be silly, they'll take it seriously."
Song Ning smiled brightly: "I used to always tell them about you, they know, they know you've been very, very good to me."
Shen Yuxiu was stunned. He hadn't expected that the person she had left here alone to talk to them about was him. His voice was slightly hoarse: "From now on, we will be fine together."
Song Ning slowly stopped smiling, and after a few seconds of silence, she said, "Actually, you know what I want to do, right? When you went to buy flowers just now, I called that child. She told me that a big guy had come to see her. You know me, and I know you. I guessed it when you came back."
Song Ning didn't say it outright, but the two of them knew exactly what was going on.
Shen Yuxiu looked at the photo on the tombstone: "They wouldn't agree to it either."
He turned to her: "Ningning, don't get your hands dirty with that kind of person."
Song Ning's eyelashes were wet with rain, and when she blinked, the raindrops scattered: "Do you know how my mother got the knife scars? It was because of me..."
She paused, then said, "I was the one who cut her. That person grabbed my hand from behind and cut me little by little. My hands were already covered in her blood. I will never forget that feeling of being unable to break free, of being completely numb and desperate. Even if I can't remember it now, I will always be chased by that feeling at night, and I can't escape it no matter what I do."
“I need to get rid of him myself, otherwise I’ll never escape him in this lifetime.” She looked at Shen Yuxiu, her voice muffled by the sound of rain, “Shen Yuxiu, help me.”
Hearing her calmly say these words, Shen Yuxiu's last line of defense snapped.
It doesn't matter anymore; he'll do anything she wants.
Shen Yuxiu looked at her, his voice dark and gloomy: "Fine, but you have to listen to me and not do anything reckless."
"I know," Song Ning nodded. "I won't do anything reckless."
She wanted revenge, but also wanted a future with him, so she wouldn't do anything reckless.
Song Ning looked at her parents' tombstones.
Rainwater slid down the photo on the tombstone, making it look as if the person in the photo was crying.
Song Ning smiled at them, silently thinking, "There's nothing I can do if you disagree. I'm not you, so my choice is different from yours. And..."
Through the dripping black umbrella, Song Ning looked at the green hills cemetery in the rain.
"Don't cry."
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