[pattern] Song's son

Su Yi was having a long dream.

In the dream, he has not been reborn, nor has he met Song Yubin in this life.

He also got his wish and became a world-renowned potter.But what is the use of this?

That person is no longer there.

He stood up, looked around at the pottery that had been covered with white cloth, finally sighed secretly, got up and left the studio, and locked the room.

He was tired, really tired.

Long-term longing and waiting with no return date, let them be locked together with these ceramics...

He raised his head slightly, the sun hurt his eyes, and a tear slid down his face and landed on his lips.

My tears turned out to be bitter.

Su Yizheng smiled helplessly, turned his head and took a last look at the room, and finally resolutely threw away the key in his hand and left the studio.

Those so-called dreams, let him be silent from now on.

After Su Yizheng got into the car, he didn't drive immediately. Instead, he sat in the driver's seat and made a call on his mobile phone. The person who answered the call was Yin Zhihou, his mutual friend with Song Yubin.

Yin Zhihou has now become the president of South Korea, and Gu Junbiao has also successfully inherited the Shinhwa Group, and has developed the Shinhwa Group even larger.It's just that they will never get together again, because once they get together, they will think of the person who is always absent.

It broke our hearts.

"Hello?" Yin Zhihou on the other end of the phone was still as gentle as jade, "Yi Zheng, what's the matter?"

Su Yi was leaning on the back chair, with no expression on his face, and the whole person was terribly silent.

"Yi Zheng?" Yin Zhihou on the other end couldn't get a response from Su Yizheng for a long time, so he couldn't help asking again.

He hasn't received a call from Su Yizheng for a long time. In the past few years, Su Yizheng has been isolated from the world, and only focuses on those pottery arts every day. Even if he is world-renowned, he has never seen him go out.

I just concentrate on doing pottery in the studio.

Yin Zhihou knew in his heart that it was a way for Su Yizheng to pay homage to Song Yubin. In Song Yubin's studio where he was under house arrest, he made pottery day and night. It seemed that as long as that was the case, Song Yubin might come back and appear in front of him.

So hopeless waiting, so desperate waiting.

"Zhihou..." Su Yizheng's voice seemed hoarse and unfamiliar, "Are you okay?"

Are you ok?

Yin Zhihou was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Of course, how about you? Are you okay?"

He actually wanted to ask if you came out of the shadows?But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them silently.

Some people wait all their lives until they die.

Su Yizheng chuckled twice, but he didn't answer Yin Zhihou's question, "Zhihou, didn't you say... Yu Bin once asked you, how do I define my relationship with him?" His eyelashes trembled, covering his eyes. With a look in his eyes, "We... are very loving lovers."

"I love him...he loves me too..." When Su Yizheng said the last sentence, he had a somewhat uncertain tone, and finally he laughed twice and changed his words, "No, I love him...but he He hates me."

Although she was smiling, her expression was uglier than crying.

I killed you with my own hands, so Yu Bin, you will hate me, right?The kind of hatred that wants to eat its flesh and suck its blood.

"That's right..." Yin Zhihou sighed, and acted very calmly, "Yi Zheng, no matter what you do, I will always support you."

Although he didn't say it these years, he also had some feeling that the relationship between Song Yubin and Su Yizheng was not that simple.Rather, there is a deeper level of affection, and only now does he know that the relationship between these two people is that kind.

It's just that the current Su Yizheng is even more sad than the separation between heaven and man.After all, when the person you love the most is killed by yourself, the kind of pain beyond regret can sometimes destroy a person.

"Thank you." Su Yizheng hung up the phone, threw the phone out of the car, started the car and left the studio.

Song Yubin's cemetery is not in the family cemetery of the Song family, but on a Fengshan mountain not far from the studio. After Song Yubin's death, the Song family has truly declined.

The Song Group was divided up by several groups, and the Nissin Club, which used to dominate the party, was also split by Han Jin and Mr. Li who were on the road.

The family that used to be at the top of Korea and even the whole of Asia disappeared like this.

As for Song Yubin's cemetery, besides the few of them, Mu Lin, his most loyal subordinate, still remembers to burn a stick of incense and sweep the tomb for him during the Ching Ming Festival.

It was almost dusk when Su Yi was climbing to Song Yubin's cemetery, and the setting sun was like blood, just like the color of Song Yubin when he left.

He stood in front of the tombstone and smiled at the person on the tombstone who still smiled, "Song Yubin, I'm here."

The romantic and uninhibited youth can be vaguely seen in the smile.

Su Yizheng has never been to Song Yubin's cemetery since the funeral after Song Yubin's death. He just devoted himself to making pottery in the studio.

"You will definitely say that I'm too mean, and I won't come to see you after killing you." Su Yizheng squatted down, touched the photo on the tombstone with his fingers, but suddenly retracted the moment he was about to touch it, as if touching As if something happened, the tips of his hands were still trembling uncontrollably.

"Actually not..." He murmured, "I just think, if I don't come to see you, you might come back, right?"

If I don't come to see it, I can still think that you are still living in this world, and maybe one day you will jump out and tell me that everything is just joking with me...

"It's just deceiving yourself... Isn't it ridiculous?" He laughed at himself, "If you were still alive, you would definitely say that Su Yizheng, who has always been proud, would have such a day..."

I will also be overwhelmed by one person and forget myself.

Song Yubin, are you satisfied now?

He closed his eyes, and slid down two hot tears, which fell on the cold stone steps, forming a beautiful splash.

Song Yubin, do you know that I am really sad.

Now you don't even care if you know, do you?Who told me to kill you.He smiled bleakly, leaned over to kiss the lips of the person on the tombstone, and turned around.

The life I owed you in the past, I will pay you back now... that is...

Some blood came out of the kissed lips, and the lips of the person in the photo were also stained with blood, enchanting and weird.

Su Yi was slowly falling down, and his right hand slipped out of his hidden clothes, and he brought out a silver silencer pistol.

He looked at the sky as red as blood, smiled, and slowly closed his eyes.

It would be nice if life was just as it was at first sight.

Song Woo Bin...

Since then, the Song family and the Su family, which once stood at the top of the upper class in Korea, have fallen, and only the Ju family and the Yin family are left among the four major families.