hate farewell thirteen

"You're not in good health, and you've been drinking too much during this time, so you couldn't keep the child. Aunt Qin didn't call Ji Yangqing to come. She was afraid that he, a big man, wouldn't know how to comfort you, so she called me here."

"Shuman, don't be too sad, you are still young, you will always have another child, your first priority now is to take care of your body."

Xu Qingmei babbled and read a lot of comforting words. Song Shuman was in a daze and didn't listen to anything. She put her palm on her lower abdomen. It turned out that there used to be a life here. I didn't feel it, so I went in a hurry.

Xu Qingmei was so worried that Song Shuman didn't talk to her, so she thought it was Song Shuman who couldn't think about it.She held Song Shuman's hand tightly, "Shuman, you still have us."

Song Shuman just woke up from her daze, she didn't expect herself to be so calm, she smiled at Xu Qingmei, "Qingmei, I'm fine."

"It's just that, about the child, can you help me hide it from Ji Yangqing, lest he feel sad and blame himself."

"Okay, I promise you."

When Ji Yangqing learned that Song Shuman was in the hospital, he rushed over immediately. Song Shuman only told him that it was a stomach problem, it didn't matter, and he would be fine after two days of recuperation in the hospital.

In the evening, Song Shuman asked Xu Qingmei to go home, "I have Ji Yangqing taking care of me, what can happen? Go back quickly, don't worry Jiang Li."

Xu Qingmei refused to leave, "I told him when I came out, it's okay, what does Ji Yangqing know as a big man? How can he take care of me so meticulously?"

"Qingmei, that's my husband."

Song Shuman's words blocked Xu Qingmei's next words. Xu Qingmei shook her head, "Okay, okay, I'll just go back. If you feel uncomfortable, you can tell Ji Yangqing right away."

"Yes, little old woman."

"Now you'll think I'm long-winded."

When Xu Qingmei left, she went to Ji Yangqing, "Take care of your wife."

"Master, don't worry."

Song Shuman slept in a single room, the ward was bigger than the bed, empty and empty, the only bit of moonlight was completely covered by the curtains.Song Shuman was sleeping at night, playing the lullaby her mother sang in her mind involuntarily.

She fell asleep and dreamed of the sea of ​​flames again. Besides the background in the center of the flames, there was an extra baby.

She couldn't see clearly, she just heard the child crying and calling mom and mom, which made her flustered.She suddenly realized in her dream that she had killed her child, her flesh-and-blood child.

The cries sounded like reprimands, condemning her incompetence as a mother and dereliction of duty as a wife. In her whole life, she has not been able to be a good lover, wife, sister, or daughter. Now, she can't even be herself. alright.

The flames consumed that background, consumed the crying child, and finally consumed herself.She woke up in a nightmare, sweating profusely, and sat up for a long time to catch her breath.

She wanted to ask Ji Yangqing to pour her a glass of water, but when she opened her mouth, she realized that her voice was so hoarse that she couldn't make a sound, her cheeks were wet, she was crying, and her heart was also aching.

She just didn't know it, she didn't mean it, she didn't think about having a baby, but she didn't think about killing one either.For a long time after that, Song Shuman could dream of that child, he was crying in Song Shuman's dream, and Song Shuman was crying in the dark.

Song Shuman stayed for several days, but Aunt Qin refused to let her go. She said that she should be taken care of, but don't let the root cause of the disease fall.The first thing Song Shuman did after she was discharged from the hospital was to rush to find Chen Nian. At that time, Chen Nian was sitting in her shop drinking tea leisurely, looking very happy.

Song Shuman hadn't fully recovered yet, her lips were pale, and she looked sick, as if she was about to fall down in a second.

Chen Nian put down the teacup in her hand, "Are you discharged from the hospital?"

Song Shuman walked up to Chen Nian and knelt down, startled Chen Nian, Chen Nian got up to help her, and swept away in a good mood, "It's so good, what are you doing?"

"Sister Chen Nian, I don't want to take revenge."

"If you don't want revenge, you don't want revenge. Get up and speak up, lest others think I'm bullying you."

Song Shuman shook her head, tears streaming down her eyes, she had too many nightmares these days, and she owed Lin Dailan a share in her heart. She made friends with Song Shuman, so she was a true friend, and she didn't want to hurt her anymore Linda Lan.

"Sister Chen Nian, can you let Lin Dailan go?"

Chen Nian waved his hand away, and sat back on the seat, allowing Song Shuman to kneel, "Lin Dailan? You beg me to let her go, why don't you kneel and beg Liao Shenyan to give me the gold."

"Sister Chen Nian, I lost a child, I don't want to harm Dailan again..."

"What does it have to do with me?" Chen Nian smiled, "I promised so readily at that time, and now I'm going to be the Virgin Mary with me? Do you want to read the Bible to me next? Teach me how to be a human being?"

"Sister Chen Nian, that's not what I mean, I just don't want to repent for the rest of my life..."

"You don't have to be a compassionate Bodhisattva with me. Liao Shenyan sent the batch of gold this afternoon. After this afternoon, I will naturally send the medicine to Liao Shenyan."

"Can you get up from the ground?"

Song Shuman nodded and wiped the tears from her face. She sat beside her until the afternoon, when Chen Nian told her not to go for dinner. She said that she was waiting here for the medicine to be delivered to Lin Dailan. she will go.

Chen Nian scolded her for being ill, saying that she was in a daze and her mind was not normal.Song Shuman is sick, and she suffers every day and night. In her dream, her child condemned her, and her mother was disappointed in her.

She was going crazy, she just wanted to do something in the end, and she couldn't lose the last bit of conscience.

It's just that Song Shuman racked her brains and couldn't think that she would meet not only Liao Shenyan, but also his husband, Ji Yangqing, in the afternoon.

"Ji Yangqing?!"

Ji Yangqing was obviously a little flustered. He stood beside Liao Shenyan, not knowing whether to advance or retreat, "Shuman, why did you leave the hospital? Didn't the doctor just say that you were discharged from the hospital?"

Song Shuman looked at Liao Shenyan who was standing beside Ji Yangqing, "You guys have known each other for a long time?"

Neither of them spoke in tacit understanding. Song Shuman then asked Ji Yangqing, "If I don't come today, are you planning to lie to me forever? Since you and Liao Shenyan are in the same group, why bother to marry me? What did you do today? For what? To humiliate me?"

"Ji Yangqing, am I your wife or your pawn?"

"Shuman, it's not what you think."

"It's not what I thought, what is that like? My eyes can see clearly, is there anything fake? Ji Yangqing, no wonder you solved the Song family's crisis so quickly at that time, so it was just a trap?"

"Ji Yangqing, so at that time, you also had the ability to save my father, didn't you?"

Liao Shenyan was a little impatient, Song Shuman's words of reproach and crying made his ears hurt, "Can you young couple quarrel in a different time and place? There are still people who have business to do."

"The two of you are really a match made in heaven. One will give his wife medicine to prevent pregnancy, and the other will deceive his wife."

"By the way, Ji Yangqing, do you know that I'm pregnant?"

Ji Yangqing pulled Song Shuman's wrist and walked out. He was so happy that he couldn't hide it, and almost carried Song Shuman home in front of everyone, "Are you pregnant? Really! We have our own child gone?"

Song Shuman shook off his hand, "It's the past tense, Ji Yangqing, I killed your child, he's already dead, you won't even have a chance to see him."

"Ji Yangqing, in the past, sometimes I was thinking, the two of us don't care about what we had in the past, it's good to just live our lives slowly like this."

"I have always believed in you all these years, and believed that you have always stood by my side. I originally thought that after I finish my revenge, we will go to Shanghai and live our own little life."

"So this is the final answer you gave me?"

"Shuman, Shuman, please listen to my explanation, please listen to me to explain to you, please, I really never thought of killing your father, really."

Song Shuman cried and shook her head, suppressing the trembling in her crying voice, "I remember that it was raining heavily that day, I knelt at the door of Liao's house, crying and begging Liao Shenyan to let my father go, Ji Yangqing, at that time you were there Where? Are you drinking tea with Liao Shenyan and watching my jokes?"

"I was cheated by the bamboo horse I grew up with, and my husband who has been married for five years. Did each of you show up by my side just to prove how stupid I am?"

Ji Yangqing tied Song Shuman's hands together with one hand. Ji Yangqing's strength was too great, and Song Shuman couldn't break free.He bent down and bowed his head, and said close to Song Shuman's ear: "Song Shuman, who is more noble between you and me? Don't you also love that female actress? Now you are my wife, and she is also a wife Yes, you still miss her?"

"Do you really think your father is innocent? If he is really innocent, why would he be locked up!"

Song Shuman once thought about what it would be like for the gentle and steady Ji Yangqing to get angry, but she couldn't imagine it, so she didn't need to think about it now.

"Ji Yangqing, you've been pretending for so long, aren't you tired?"

"Mrs. Ji is concerned about me? Why don't you go home and care about me?"

Ji Yangqing was expressionless, and carried Song Shuman on his shoulders. Chen Nian wanted to stop him, but was stopped by Liao Shenyan's men. Liao Shenyan said, "Mrs. Shen, this is a family affair. Let's not interfere."

Song Shuman was taken home by Ji Yangqing and locked in the bedroom. Song Shuman slammed the door and shouted: "Ji Yangqing, you can't imprison me!"

"My wife is sick, so naturally I can't go out until she is cured."

"Don't worry, there will be someone watching you all the time to prevent you from dying. When you give me another child, I will let you go out from here."

"Ji Yangqing, you bastard!"

"Madam, is this a new interest? Madam scolds casually, and Ji loves to listen."

Song Shuman was crying in the room, her voice was hoarse, the tears were new and old, and her face was sticky, the red mark of her palm hitting the door slowly faded, and no one answered when she called Ji Yangqing again.