want to lie to me to love you again

"Mr. Fang, are you ready...to let Mr. Song know about all this?"

"..."

"If he wakes up and remembers everything, it's likely to bring things back to the original point. You just circle around this point, and you never break through. Are you ready to take it all?"

"..." What should Fang Zhiyi say?Not only was he unprepared, but he didn't even do a good job in psychological construction. All the nice words were for Du Sheng.In fact, he was very guilty.

He didn't know at all, once Song Zhicheng looked at him with hatred again, what would he do?Is it true that he will never be forgiven for all the wrong things he has done?

After today, everything will be known.

With such thoughts in mind, Fang Zhiyi stood beside Song Zhicheng's bed tremblingly, waiting for him to wake up.When a person is too uncomfortable to bear, just squeeze his hand and whisper in his ear to cheer him up and encourage him, "Ah Cheng, bear with it, if you survive this time, you will be free."

Maybe this sentence played a role, Song Zhicheng gradually calmed down and fell into sleep.His whole body seemed to enter another state, too quiet and frightening.

Fang Zhiyi knew that he had received all the memories.But what he didn't expect was that they didn't even give him any time to react, so he was caught off guard by Song Zhicheng's fully opened, but slightly hazy eyes.

He just watched here with eyes that experienced confusion, pain, and struggle, and finally settled on indifference.

He remembered!

He is finally a normal person!

But he was about to lose him...

"Ah...Ah Cheng..." Fang Zhiyi didn't dare to speak too much, for fear of accidentally touching this person's nerves, he followed the person's gaze and slowly looked down, and found that the hands of the two were still Handshake together.

He quickly shrank back like an electric shock.

"Yes..." But before he could say anything, Song Zhicheng closed his eyes wearily again.

There was no loud roar, and he didn't even seem to see him, as if he was completely regarded as a ball of air.

Fang Zhiyi's worst fear finally happened.

Song Zhicheng came back, but he still seldom spoke. Sometimes he had to be asked three or four times before he would respond to a single tone, but then he closed his eyes again.Only when he saw Xiao Antu, the child he bought back with his life, would he show a little smile.

But he objected to the child's name being "Antu", which made him feel that this in his arms seemed to squeeze out his brother's life, and these two words would remind him of the dead child and that dark time from time to time. .

How dare everyone oppose his decision?As a result, the little guy has a brand new name-Worriless.

Song Wuyou.

Dad doesn't want anything, I just hope you have no troubles in your life.

When Fang Zhiyi heard this name, she hid in the toilet cubicle alone, crying heartbreakingly.

Ah Cheng...Ah Cheng...I really hope that you will have a worry-free life...but...it is me who brings you the most pain...

Now that you are awake, I don't even have the qualifications to deceive myself... I am no longer worthy to be by your side, and I am not worthy to guard our children...

After that day, Fang Zhiyi disappeared.No one in the whole hospital knew where he was going, and of course they didn't care, except Du Sheng.

Du Sheng tried to contact him at first, blowing up all his communication devices, but none of them could get through.He was hiding something in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it in front of Song Zhicheng, so he could only investigate his whereabouts secretly while he was asleep.

Besides, Song Zhicheng, the loss of a living person has no impact on him at all.He is still cooperating with treatment and eating. Of course, he spends most of his time in lethargy.

Occasionally when I am awake, I just whisper to the child for a while, and hear him call him "Dad, Dad" very dependently.

This child seemed to have an inexplicable bond with Song Zhicheng, and loved to be by his side when he was free, and was very happy when his father suddenly ignored him and played with him.Although sometimes I wonder where the other father is?Why don't you come to accompany him?But this kind of doubt is just a flash, because with his small head at this time, there is no way to think about so many things.

"Ah Cheng, it's time to eat. The doctor said that you need to eat more, so that your health will heal faster."

"Ah."

"What are you looking at?"

"Falling leaves."

"Falling leaves?"

"Ah."

Song Zhicheng was still only willing to make a single sound, and refused to say anything else, much colder than before.Because he has been dazed for too long, his reaction seems a little slow, and sometimes it takes a long time for someone to touch him before he can recover.But when he was facing his precious son, he was just like a normal person.

As time went by, Xiao Wuyou quietly grew up a bit, and was able to run around on the ground without anyone's support.Most of the time, Song Zhicheng would half-ly lie on the chair, watching him run wildly with a smile on his face, until he couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep.

His body was still too weak, and he fell asleep without warning while lying down, and fell asleep for another two or three days.

Du Sheng was very worried, worried if something happened to his body again?Hurry up and call the doctor for an examination while he is drowsy.But the conclusion he reached made him frown, wishing he could find Fang Zhiyi and throw him into the river.

The doctor said that the reason why Song Zhicheng often fell asleep like this was because he had endured too many bad memories and subconsciously avoided them.There is a word for this in ancient times, called "depressed".

Generally, people who have been in a state of depression for a long time will not live for too long.

"40 years old. The human body has limits. Once it breaks through, it will collapse across the board."

"No...impossible...impossible! 40 years old? He is only in his early thirties now, and you tell me he is only 40 years old? You are bluffing, right? He is still so young...his son is so young... ...Doctor!!! You save him...you save him!" Du Sheng tugged at the doctor's two sleeves, almost making him kneel down.

"Our place is too small to save him." The doctor shook his head with a look of regret, "The previous two births have already gutted his body, and he has been lying on the bed for more than a year. His current body is really weak, and if you say it can be called 'intimidation', a common cold may kill him. You'd better...be mentally prepared as soon as possible."