Chapter 8: Chasing Wife in Dreams at the Crematorium
In the dream, Meng Shuyue died.
Song Shijing stood blankly at the door, listening to Zhou Dajun's panicked explanation that he didn't mean it.
His eyes also fell on the blood-stained face of the woman on the bed.
His body seemed to be frozen, making him unable to move or breathe.
Subconsciously, a voice told him that this was Meng Shuyue!
But he seemed not to believe it, and numbly, together with Su Yanyan, threw the woman on the bed into the dormitory where she lived in the lumberyard. They set a fire at night and left her in the fire, creating the illusion that she could not bear the rumors and overturned the kerosene lamp and died.
Later, he numbly went home to clean the bloodstains on the ground, and together with Su Yanyan, he threatened Zhou Dajun to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a divorce certificate.
Not long after, he let Su Yanyan paste big red wedding characters all over the dormitory, hugged him and cried with joy, muttering to himself that they were finally together.
Song Shijing also hugged her excitedly, with tears in his eyes.
He smiled and said, "Shuyue, I finally married you!"
After saying this, they both froze.
The smile on his face gradually faded, and he broke down and lost control bit by bit. Finally, he let go of Su Yanyan, collapsed to the ground, covered his face, and burst into tears.
At that moment, he finally understood why he was in such a daze and lost his soul.
It turned out that he had already fallen in love with Meng Shuyue without realizing it.
In the past, he always thought that he liked Su Yanyan. In order to get rid of this inappropriate relationship, he accepted Meng Shuyue as his fiancée.
He used and hurt her time and time again, and brought her to the countryside as a shield to satisfy his selfish desires and meet Su Yanyan.
But he didn't know when Meng Shuyue had already become an indispensable part of his life.
She was like air, and he didn't feel how important she was on a normal day. It was not until he lost her that he realized his entire chest was aching, and the pain was so severe that he wanted to die immediately.
He collapsed and pressed Su Yanyan on the bed, strangling her neck tightly, asking her over and over again where she had taken Meng Shuyue?
Even though he knew that the woman who died in bed that day was Meng Shuyue.
Even though Su Yanyan cried and told him again and again that it was he who personally handed Meng Shuyue over to Zhou Dajun and killed her, he was unwilling to believe it was true!
He killed the woman he loved most with his own hands!
He never thought that Zhou Dajun would actually touch her, nor did he think that he would beat her to death.
When he thought about the day when he was flirting with Su Yanyan outside the house while Meng Shuyue was being beaten inside, his heart felt as if it was pierced by thousands of steel needles and his whole body was shaking with pain.
He clearly heard her cry for help outside the house, but he believed Su Yanyan's words as if he had lost his mind, and laughed at Meng Shuyue for making a fuss. He just took a look, why did she scream like that?
In fact, the moment he pushed the door open and saw Meng Shuyue dead, his body and soul died as well.
Like a frog in boiling water, he gradually fell into despair as he thought about her day and night after losing her.
That night was his and Su Yanyan’s wedding night.
He returned to the lumberyard and found the box containing the hairpins in the ashes of the dormitory where Meng Shuyue once lived.
He clutched the hairpin in his hand, picked up a bucket of gasoline and returned to the wedding room that Su Yanyan had decorated joyfully.
He poured gasoline around the adobe house where he lived, and finally walked into the house, struck a match and threw it out the door.
In the raging fire, he hugged the struggling Su Yanyan, crying and laughing, and finally they died together.
The rolling pain of flames licking his flesh came over him, along with overwhelming regret, tearing his entire body and soul apart, excruciating the pain.
Song Shijing suddenly woke up from the bed, his forehead was already covered with sweat, and the straw mat on the bed was also wet with the sweat from his back.
He was breathing heavily and his whole body was shaking.
The nightmare just now was so real. The pain of losing a loved one was like a burning brand that was deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul. He was still afraid until he woke up from the nightmare.
The sound of roosters crowing was heard outside the house, and hanging on the window was the tattered sheet that Meng Shuyue had hung for him with her own hands.
In order to make the curtain made of green sheets look better, she also embroidered two mandarin ducks on it.
Although the mandarin ducks were ugly, she still spent several sleepless nights embroidering them.
At this time, the morning light outside the house shone through two crooked mandarin ducks, illuminating the dark room with a dim light.
Song Shijing got out of bed shivering, licked his dry lips and subconsciously wanted to pour some water, but found the thermos still lying on the ground.
She glanced at the time on the wall. It was already half past six. Normally, she would come over to help him boil water at this time, but she had not come yesterday or today.
Opening the door, facing the pale sky, Song Shijing hurried his steps and finally almost ran all the way to the lumberyard.
Not until he saw the familiar little mud house did his heart, which had been beating wildly for some reason, slow down a little.
He let out a long sigh, lamenting how ridiculous he was.
He actually came to see if she was still alive just because of a dream?
He stood in front of the door for a long time, feeling dizzy after being hungry all day.
In the end, he didn't knock on the door and go in, but turned back to the clinic.
Along the way, Song Shijing's face was so dark that ink seemed to drip out.
He was a young master and he had clearly explained to her yesterday that when he and Su Yanyan were caught in bed, he couldn't help himself and it must be someone who framed him. Besides, the two of them hadn't reached the final step. Was it necessary for her, Meng Shuyue, to make such a big deal out of it and even not cook for him?
He had never coaxed her before, on the contrary, when he was angry, she came up to him and coaxed him several times.
Song Shijing thought, this time, he would never let her coax him easily. He would not forgive her until she fry a whole plate of bacon and feed it to him!
Thinking about this, his mood improved a little, and he sang high-pitched songs all the way back to the dormitory...
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It was already daybreak when Meng Shuyue arrived in the city with a bag in his arms.
She was the kind of person who would fall asleep even on the back of a bicycle, not to mention the tractor was shaking all the way, which made her dizzy and she fell asleep all the way.
Last night she gave the uncle and aunt two dollars, got on the tractor that was pulling sweet potatoes to the market, and arrived in the city safely in the morning.
After going to the train station and buying the fastest train to Kyoto, Meng Shuyue happily went to the nearby supply and marketing cooperative to call his parents.
When the Meng couple learned that she would be home in the evening, they were so happy that they couldn't stop smiling.
"Yueyue, mom will make your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs. You must be careful on the road."
"Dad will go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy you a few kilograms of White Rabbit. Also, you are craving for soda. There is no such thing in the countryside. Dad will buy it for you too..."
Meng Shuyue felt warm in her heart when she hung up the phone.
It was obvious that the old couple and her brother went to the countryside because they were afraid that she would suffer there, so her brother took the initiative to go there.
But in order to be closer to Song Shijing, she took the initiative to follow Song Shijing who had to go to the countryside, so that her parents would not only lose their son but also their daughter's company.
Now she has wasted a whole year of her youth and she regrets it so much.
But fortunately, it’s not too late.
She will inherit her father's legacy and work hard to promote traditional Chinese medicine!
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