Chapter 205 Dream
It's probably due to their bloodline that the Xia family members are born with an exaggerated arrogance.
Grandpa Xia is like this, Xia Yu is like this, and Xia Zhen is like this too.
But perhaps because Tang Susu did not grow up in the Xia family, her personality is often too soft.
Grandpa Xia sat in his chair, looking at Tang Susu leaning against the hospital bed, and didn't say a word for a long time.
Tang Susu was still very weak. She lowered her head. Usually at this time, if her grandfather, who was always kind to her, suddenly stared at her like this, she would be extremely flustered and her expression would be tense.
But after going through such a thing, it's as if she has already experienced great joy and sorrow in her life. Even if she is thinking something in her heart, it is impossible to tell from her face.
Grandpa Xia temporarily withdrew his overly sharp gaze and said, "If it weren't for Zhenzhen this time, do you know what would have happened to you?"
Tang Susu nodded. "I know."
Grandpa Xia asked, "So, how do you plan to resolve this matter?"
Xia Zhen had given her her phone and asked her to decide whether to call the police, but Tang Susu decided against it.
At this moment, Tang Susu fell silent. After a long while, she raised her pale face and said, "I want to handle this myself."
Grandpa Xia didn't say much, as if he was letting things take their course. He said calmly, "Then you can handle it yourself."
In this uncertain world, no one knows what changes a person's choices at life's crossroads will bring to the future.
Song Heng returned to his small house late at night. His figure still carried a chill, making his lonely shadow appear even more desolate.
He wanted to dream, but he couldn't sleep.
He used to only need to take two sleeping pills, but now he has to take more to fall asleep.
He had another dream.
The last time I dreamed of him was when I was a child, and I saw him taking a pretty girl to catch fish in the water.
The seven-year-old was dressed very elegantly and stood by the stream, refusing to go into the water no matter what, because she was afraid of getting her new dress dirty.
Although he was also seven years old, he still had a childish mentality. When she wasn't paying attention, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into the water. As a result, she chased after him, hitting him and crying loudly.
The adults said he was wrong and made him apologize.
The boy glanced at the girl, whose skirt was soaked and who was still crying.
Her eyes were red from crying, and she complained to her father with a wronged expression, "Song Heng dirtied my dress!"
Xia Yu's expression was very unpleasant.
Song Sheng brandished a stick and threatened, "Song Heng, apologize!"
The boy muttered defiantly, "It's just a dress. What's the big deal? It's not like I can't afford to buy her dresses in the future."
He was beaten for a long time that day, but children are stubborn, and even though it hurt a lot, he refused to cry out. Getting him to cry was even more impossible.
Finally, the girl couldn't help but grab Song Sheng's clothes, her tears still wet, and said, "Don't hit him anymore, I forgive him."
Song Sheng stopped.
The boy, who had gotten the better deal but was still acting innocent, thought to himself, "Who asked her to forgive me?"
When Song Sheng punished Song Heng, he always went all out and never showed any mercy. Song Heng fell ill after returning home that day.
Song Zhu brought Xia Zhen back as a guest.
He lay listlessly in bed, taking awful-tasting medicine every day, and found it incredibly annoying to hear girls playing house outside.
Their noise was annoying.
The sunlight streaming in through the window is also annoying.
Nothing in this world is without its troubles.
The door was pushed open a crack from the outside.
The girl revealed her small face. "Song Heng, are you sick? Are you feeling unwell?"
She wore a cute ponytail and a spotless white dress, looking like a beautiful doll.
Song Heng withdrew his gaze from her and pulled the blanket over his head. "I'm not feeling unwell, you can leave!"
Not long after, he heard footsteps.
Someone tugged at the blanket. "Song Heng, I brought you something good. Take a look, it's really something. You'll regret it if you don't."
They're just kids after all; their curiosity is always irrepressible.
The boy quietly peeked half his face out from under the covers, and then a cluster of tiny white flowers, like starlight, filled his entire gaze.
She smiled brightly, as if presenting a treasure, and said, "I picked these on the way here. They say this is called baby's breath, and I like the name. Song Heng, if you make a wish upon a star, you won't get sick."
Perhaps because he was ill, his heartbeat was erratic.
He was clearly happy because someone had come to coax him, but he still said dismissively, "It's just a wildflower."
The girl pursed her lips, left the bouquet of flowers behind, and turned away unhappily.
What she didn't know was that he later put the bunch of wildflowers in a vase and placed it by his bedside, changing the water and looking at it several times a day.
But in the end, this bouquet of flowers could not withstand the passage of time and slowly withered away.
In this dream, Song Heng returned to his birthday banquet that day.
He saw himself under the spotlight, full of youthful vigor, and he also saw Tang Susu in the corner, but the first thing he saw was the girl standing in the crowd.
Xia Zhen seemed lost in thought, staring blankly at the young man, her gaze shifting several times.
There seemed to be doubt, disbelief, confusion, and worry.
But when the young man walked toward her and reached out his hand, she hesitated for only a moment before finally taking his hand.
They danced a dance, and everyone said they were a perfect match, a match made in heaven.
But the young man noticed her absent-mindedness.
Before the banquet was over, he secretly led her out of the hall. In the courtyard, he whispered to her, "What's wrong?"
She was quiet for a while, then jokingly said, "I was thinking, what if we really get engaged one day, and you leave me for another woman?"
He thought it was nonsense, reached out and pinched her cheek, and said coldly, "You're so eager to get engaged to me, aren't you ashamed?"
She slapped his hand away and huffed in a bad mood.
The young man assumed it was just Miss Xia being pretentious again, failing to notice the melancholy that appeared when she lowered her eyes.
At that time, he didn't realize that he should have given her a positive answer; he should have said, "I won't abandon you."
Song Heng stood in the night like an outsider, belatedly realizing something.
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