The day before Cheng Yang was executed, Song Jingcheng received a call from the prison, informing him to see Cheng Yang for the last time.
After much deliberation, Song Jingcheng decided to go.
Cheng Yang's hair was shaved very short, so short that even his scalp was clearly visible.
Song Jingcheng was used to seeing him dressed in an administrative style, so he felt unfamiliar when he suddenly saw him sitting in front of him in prison uniform.
Behind the iron bars, Song Jingcheng sat down and said straight to the point, "What do you want to see me for?"
He didn't think their relationship was so good that he needed to listen to Cheng Yang's last words.
Cheng Yang asked, "Do you have any cigarettes?"
Song Jingcheng doesn't smoke.
But he still took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and generously handed the whole pack to Cheng Yang.
"Thank you."
Cheng Yang didn't have a lighter, so the prison guard standing next to him lit the cigarette for him.
He bit the cigarette, raised his chin slightly and puffed out smoke, but did not speak for a long time.
Song Jingcheng was waiting.
Seeing that Cheng Yang was almost finishing his first cigarette and had no intention of speaking, Song Jingcheng lost his patience and stood up to leave.
"What's the rush?"
Cheng Yang said, "There's so much I want to say, I just haven't figured out where to start."
Hearing this, Song Jingcheng sat back down. He laughed sarcastically and mocked Cheng Yang, "You can't start from the day you were born."
"Of course." Cheng Yang also laughed.
He lit up a second cigarette before saying, "It's a good cigarette."
"But I like your tea better. It's a rare and authentic Dahongpao. I've never tasted anything as good as it since."
"I used to truly treat you as a close friend." Song Jingcheng stared at Cheng Yang intently and said, "I have always been generous to my friends."
Hearing his hidden meaning, Cheng Yang couldn't help but laugh at himself, "We are destined not to be friends."
"I believe you also know that I approached you with a purpose." He deliberately approached Song Jingcheng just to see what kind of person his younger brother was.
"I want to know whether the Song family heir, who is highly praised by the outside world, is really a young philanthropist with a compassionate heart as rumored."
Have compassion in your heart?
Song Jingcheng himself found it funny, "I'm not a good person."
He's just a businessman who can stick to the bottom line.
"What's the result? Are you satisfied or disappointed?"
Cheng Yang smoked in silence again.
After a moment, he said, "The longer I've been with you, the more I feel I'm being hypocritical. I hate your openness and your kindness, but I don't feel the slightest bit of jealousy towards you."
Perhaps because he was about to die, his heart softened, and Cheng Yang wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with Song Jingcheng.
He said frankly: "If you were the eldest young master who was raised by Chu Zhi and Song Changan and loved like a treasure, and you had such a heart, I would think you were a flower in a greenhouse, who had never experienced the sufferings of the world, so you were always good."
"But you, have been abused since childhood."
Cheng Yang had a thorough investigation into Song Jingcheng's childhood and teenage experiences.
He knew how difficult it was for Song Jingcheng to survive.
That's why he feels ashamed of himself.
"Your experience makes me unable to hate you at all. It's ridiculous to say, but I really admire you."
“I wonder, if I were you and I had the same experience as you, what would I become?”
Cheng Yang self-evaluated: "I will probably become the second Chu Zhi."
"I think so." Song Jingcheng agreed with Cheng Yang's assessment of him. He added, "The Cheng family treated you well, yet you still developed a black heart."
"If you were in the Song family, even your toes would be black."
"You can cause such a big mess in the Cheng family. If you were in my position, you would mess up the whole sky."
Cheng Yang: “…”
He laughed muffledly a few times, and suddenly asked: "Melody..."
After starting, Cheng Yang found it difficult to continue.
"What's wrong with her?" Song Jingcheng asked.
"You might think I'm hypocritical, pretending even when I'm dying. But it's true that Melody got to where she is today because of my instructions."
"She proactively turned herself in and believed she would be able to get out after serving a few years in prison."
"Song Jingcheng, please consider the deep friendship between Melody and your wife and find her a quiet place to stay after she is released from prison."
"She worked for me, but now she's turned against me and offended a lot of people. Without anyone to protect her, it's hard for a powerless woman like her to live a decent life."
Hearing this, Song Jingcheng showed a meaningful expression, "Haven't you heard?"
Cheng Yang was stunned.
"What?"
Song Jingcheng smiled inscrutablely, "It seems you really don't know."
He spoke in a rhythmic manner: "Melody's mother is actually the real daughter of the Jun family. After Melody is released from prison, she has the support of the Jingdu Jun family. Who dares to cause trouble for her?"
After saying that, Song Jingcheng stared at Cheng Yang leisurely.
He successfully captured the emotions of surprise, regret, and absurdity on Cheng Yang's face.
"It's interesting, isn't it? The powerful person you dreamed of came to you a long time ago, but you pushed him away."
"The last man as lucky and unlucky as you was buried today. Yes, it was Ou Jingyu."
"I wonder how much regret our poor warden must be feeling in his grave."
Cheng Yang simply ignored Song Jingcheng's subsequent sarcastic remarks.
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