Mixed Chapter 72

Song Shixue’s perspective 1

After I learned from Concubine Rong that Song Maoye would be released from prison in half a year, I started making preparations.Everything was almost perfect, but his release date was brought forward.

In the era of information transparency, it is all too common for people with malicious intentions to disclose contact information. What I never expected was that Song Maoye actually blocked the door of my house.The moment I saw him again, fear enveloped my body before reason.

He stood in the dim corridor, looking much thinner. The green bags under his eyes and the stubble that hadn’t been cleaned for an unknown period of time made him look haggard. The greed and cruelty in his eyes were more intuitive and obvious.It seems that the reform in prison in the past few years is simply nonsense to Song Maoye. I can’t see any sign of remorse in him.

I tried my best to calm down and try not to be controlled by the bad memories in the past.I asked him: “What are you doing here?”

He asked me to give him some money.

Sure enough, dogs can’t change their habit of eating shit.

Before I could refuse, he seemed to have predicted that I would not give him money easily, and spoke treacherously as if he had caught me: “Is that little bitch called Chi Nuan?”

The word “Chi Nuan” exploded in my head, and a bad premonition kept beating at the atrium of my heart, increasing the beating frequency of my heart.I don’t know where Song Maoye knew Chi Nuan. I know Song Maoye too well. A beast like him might do something outrageous.

“What do you want to do?” I still kept myself in a relatively calm state, trying not to let him find any flaws.

“What are you doing? Give me money, or I will pay for it with her life! I know she is in the nearby university.” I stared at his face that was bloodshot from excitement. I was convinced that he was completely capable of such a thing.

Song Maoye was not afraid of death at all. He was already destined to die. Such a sick person wanted to drag someone with him to die.He must have understood the importance of Chi Nuan to me in advance. If Chi Nuan died, I would be miserable.

And such a result is nothing more than what Song Maoye wants to see most.

But fortunately, Song Maoye didn’t know where Chi Nuan lived specifically for the time being.

I promised to give him money, but I knew this was not a long-term solution.

Twinkle’s warning calls in the room became louder and louder. Fortunately, Chi Nuan hadn’t come back yet.When Song Maoye was furious, I told him that I was going to move recently and if necessary, I would find myself in another place.

People who are overly impulsive are the least thoughtful in thinking. Song Maoye didn’t see anything inappropriate and readily agreed.

At present, in order to protect Chi Nuan, the only thing I can do is to distance herself from her, the further away from me, the better.

It is too difficult to actually take this step.Every time I see Chi Nuan, she looks at me more cautiously and every word becomes timid. How could I not feel distressed?

She must have noticed something unusual about me because of her delicate mind.

People always feel guilty when they lie, and I am no exception.So I usually delay going home until after I go to bed.

When I walked in, I smelled the lingering smoke of fireworks in the air, and heard her faint sobbing in the night. I hated myself, but I still pretended not to care.I didn’t dare to turn on the light, for fear that looking directly at my lover’s aggrieved vulnerability in the light would make me lose the indifference I was most proud of.

The bed board creaked, and I heard her muster up the courage to ask me.

——”Have you done anything recently that made me unhappy?”

——”Did you meet someone who made your heart beat when you went on a business trip last time?”

——”Don’t you like her?”

I rejected all her guesses with two “no”s and one “no dislike”.Every time I listened to a question or gave an answer, the glass shards in my throat would pile up higher. It was so uncomfortable that it made me sick. I wanted to tell her everything right away, but I couldn’t.

How could Chi Nuan be involved?

Later, she asked if she could give her a hug.

I could no longer force myself to play a bad guy. At least, at the moment she said “hug her,” I decided to be Song Shixue for the time being.

As the days passed, Song Maoye’s desire for gambling became greater, and my money could never fill the holes he created.

At that time, I was fully prepared and no longer prepared to help him pay back the money.

But I did underestimate the evil of human nature.

When the door lock was pried open and Song Maoye rushed in and strangled my neck, I was willing to believe that there really was such a crazy person in the world, let alone that this person was my biological father.Of course, the second reason for paying him back is precisely because I still have this identity with him.

It’s really ridiculous that I naively thought that I could awaken the last bit of his conscience.

He rode/straddled me like a demon and kept roaring, repeating, give him money, give him money!

I just felt it was difficult to breathe and my face turned red. I opened my mouth and finally pulled out the word “I give” from my throat that was about to burst, so I didn’t end up being strangled to death.

I can’t remember exactly how long the stalemate with Song Maoye lasted.I could only vaguely hear the sirens downstairs, and this sound undoubtedly completely angered Song Maoye.

He picked up the vase on the table and threw it at me with all his strength. In an instant, my eyes went black and I fell to the ground, but he seemed to feel that he was not relieved enough and took out a knife from his waist and stabbed me in the abdomen.

Fortunately, the severe pain in my abdomen allowed me to stay awake for the last time.I felt the thick, warm blood wet my cheeks mercilessly, soaking through my clothes and blurring the floor.

I think I haven’t had time to say goodbye to Chi Nuan properly.

I think we haven’t had time to complete our agreement with Chi Nuan.

Maybe it’s because I miss my lover more than death, but I still have strength.

On the blood-stained ground, I touched the blade that Song Maoye dropped after his hand shook. I don’t know where I got the courage. I used my last strength to stab the devil in front of me.

Even if it doesn’t kill him, it’s enough.

Maybe God couldn’t bear to accept me, or maybe my mother’s spirit in heaven protected me and saved my life.In the end, the sentencing result was quite satisfactory – Song Maoye was sentenced to death, but I was not criminally responsible due to self-defense.

However, the whole person is almost useless.Who would take care of a nearly disabled person unconditionally?I was too afraid of causing trouble for Chi Nuan, so I had no choice but to block her and delete all her contact information.

Only if I disappear from her world can she forget me and live a good life.

I quit my job at school and went abroad for treatment without telling anyone around me.During those days, temporary blindness, concussions, PTSD and various psychological problems came one after another.

It was so hard.

It was also during those most difficult days that I met Ye Zhi. Rather than saying she was a doctor or a friend, she was my lifesaver.

When my thoughts were no longer under the control of my brain, I frantically searched for all the sharp objects and stabbed myself at the fatal position indiscriminately. There was only one thought left in my mind – death.

The excruciating pain and the fresh blood fascinated me.

Ye Zhi took the trouble to put them away. She appeared to save me again and again after committing suicide.

On the most serious day, I unexpectedly received a call from Jiang Luohe.

I asked Ye Zhi to pick it up and turned on the speakerphone. Although I still couldn’t see, there was no problem with my hearing.I heard Jiang Luohe’s voice was very urgent. She didn’t ask me why I changed my phone number, nor did I ask how much effort she spent to find me.

She said that Chi Nuan had been looking for me from Rongcheng to Hangcheng.

She said that Chi Nuan was going crazy and extremely thin.

I almost begged Jiang Luohe and told her not to tell her anything about me.

Don’t.

For the entire first four months, just when I was getting used to the darkness, I was lucky enough to see the light again.

The first thing I did when I regained my sight was to read the letter written by Chi Nuan over and over again.

Taking the letter away in advance was probably the best thing I did before leaving.

Without the support of these two letters and the Chi Nuan on the drawing paper, I would probably die one day in these three years.

I think love is indeed a magical thing.

One level passed and another passed.

The mental illness that was not getting better made me mistakenly believe that I would spend the rest of my life in this hospital full of the smell of disinfectant, until I accidentally came across the scandal between Chi Nuan and Guan Ran.

When I first saw the title, more attention was focused on the title “Hua Shang Director Chi Nuan”.It would be a lie to say that I am not emotional. My little friend has really turned into an independent adult step by step.

Pride is the first emotion.

Then the rest of my attention went to the other woman in the picture.

I have gone to find out that her name is Guan Ran and she is a graphic model.

Not the type that Chi Nuan would like.I silently completely denied this woman named Guan Ran in my heart.

Maybe emotions are the culprit.I gradually thought that after so long, she should start a new life.

On the other hand, I kept asking myself over and over again, are I willing?

Do I really want to see her with someone else, who I would rather risk alone than protect her safety?

I can’t do it.

Perhaps when the power of love is strong enough, it can overcome all the obstacles in front of you.

I think love is really a magical thing.

After returning to China, I deliberately publicized the news of my comeback on a large scale.I know that Chi Nuan’s company will definitely seize this opportunity to contact me.

I admit it was jealousy and control, but only by doing this could I see her openly.

By the time we meet, there are so many questions I want to ask you.

How are you doing?

Do you blame me?

Do you still have me in your heart?

do you hate me?

Maybe hate lasts longer than love, but I want you to love me more than you hate me.