Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 68
One is on the bridge.

One is under the bridge.

There seemed to be only these two people in the world.

Su Mengchen looked at her.

Although the corners of her mouth and the bottom of her eyes were filled with the joy of an unexpected reunion, the deeper sadness and pain were deeply branded in his eyes.

Su Mengchen turned around and said to Zhouzi next to him, "Master, please move the boat to the shore."

The old man nodded, and gave Su Mengchen a lukewarm look again, he didn't know, with such heavy snow and such a cold day, why did this young man have to come out?Could it be that there is something wrong with the brain?
Song Wanzhi naturally heard Su Mengchen's voice.

Anyway, no one is there now.she thinks.

So she lowered her head and said, "Master, no need."

The uncle paused his hands as he was about to drain the water, and then he saw the girl standing at the end of the bridge step on the railing, and then jumped off.

"Hey!" The uncle was shocked!

Song Wanzhi fell, as if the umbrella was protecting her from falling too fast, Su Mengchen stepped back slightly, Song Wanzhi landed in front of her, the uncle was shaking with fright, the boat was unstable for a moment, Su Mengchen reached out subconsciously, Grab her hand: "Be careful."

Song Wanzhi's hand was as cold as ice.

Su Mengchen's hands are very warm, as warm as Chunyang.

When Song Wanzhi stopped, Su Mengchen withdrew his hands without a trace, Song Wanzhi looked at him and smiled slightly.

Seeing the smile on the corner of Song Wanzhi's mouth, the uncle at the stern was so angry that he wished he could throw his wooden oar into the water, what would he do if he jumped off? !What should I do if I fall? !So happy? !There is something wrong with your brain!

Su Mengchen just looked at her.

Song Wanzhi knew that her current appearance was actually quite strange, because she was holding an umbrella, but her whole body was not covered by the umbrella at all, her hair was covered by snow, and her face was smudged a lot. Man, in fact, looks like a snowman.

The boat slid across the oars, and the boat went under the bridge.

In an instant, the surrounding voices gathered together, and the sound of snow seemed to be louder, but for a while, neither of them spoke.

On both sides of the bridge opening, heavy snow fell, as if covering the whole world, Song Wanzhi was inexplicably lost, and then, in this strange emptiness, Su Mengchen's voice sounded: "Miss Wanzhi, you were on the bridge just now. What are you thinking?"

Song Wanzhi looked at the snow outside, put away the umbrella in her hand, and seemed to find a gap suddenly.

"I was thinking, sometimes, there are some things that you just can't seem to grasp anyway. And some things, those are good and good, but you just don't like them. Some people live, but some people die, and some you I care about it, obviously it is very good, but there is nothing I can do about it.”

Song Wanzhi's voice was very soft.

I don't know why, under such a quiet and lonely bridge hole, I am facing a person who is obviously just a one-sided person, but I actually said these words.

Su Mengchen looked at her.

Standing behind her, he could only see her slightly raised head. She spoke lightly, but for a person like her, if it wasn't a difficult task, how could he say these words easily?

The temperature under the bridge hole was higher than outside, and the snow on Song Wanzhi's body began to melt, leaving a cloud of water stains on the boat.

Su Mengchen said slowly: "When my father was around, he once told me such a story."

Song Wanzhi didn't expect Su Mengchen to speak, she just wanted to tear a gap in her emotions, but the voice of the man behind her was unexpectedly calming.

"Once upon a time, there was a young man who met an old man who was very powerful. He said that he could spy on the destiny. He saw this man and said to him, you will be famous all over the world. The young man is very proud, he knows He thought that the old man would talk nonsense. But then, the old man looked at him with pity and said, your life is very bad. The young man thought to himself, what I pursue is to be famous all over the world. Since I can get it, how can my life be bad? So he asked, why is my life bad? The old man said, I have a destiny with you today, so I will tell you that you will marry the woman you love, You will be famous all over the world, respected by thousands of people, you will have a pair of children, and your children will be as outstanding as you."

As Su Mengchen spoke, she stopped.

Song Wanzhi fell silent.

"Are you wondering, he has a beautiful family like a flower, a loved one, both children and everything that everyone in the world thinks about. Why, that old man still tells him that his life is bad?"

Song Wanzhi's heart seemed to be stung.

Su Mengchen's voice sounded again from afar: "That person didn't understand either. But he continued to ask the old man, but the old man refused to say any more. Later, he became famous all over the world as the old man said, married The woman he loves is a wife and has both children. But a needle stuck in his heart. When he wakes up in the middle of the night, he often thinks of the words of the old man, your life is very bad. So he often thinks, Will he be ruined and lose everything? Will his wife stop loving him and leave? Will his child die suddenly and have no life? At the beginning, he still thought about it occasionally, but as his reputation grew, Heavy, his sons and daughters are getting better and better, his wife is getting more and more gentle, and he fell into more boundless panic. So, in order to prevent these things from happening, he did one thing. He killed his wife and children, committed suicide gone."

Song Wanzhi was completely silent.

Su Mengchen finally said: "Many years later, the old man said to the second boy, you will be famous all over the world, you will be as beautiful as a flower, and you will have both sons and daughters, but your fate is very bad. The boy said, yes, my fate It’s very bad, but I’m still alive, right? As long as I’m alive, everything else is hopeful. Even if my wife doesn’t love me anymore, I can still love her. They hold up a piece of sky. You see, the worst thing in this world is that I die. If I die, my life will be bad. But you said that I will have a beautiful wife like a flower, and a couple of children, so, I What are you afraid of? I still have a long, long way to go. If I go on, there will always be hope. The old man is silent, but many years later, this young man is famous all over the world.

When Su Mengchen's voice settled down, the whole world was quiet, but Song Wanzhi felt as if there was a blur of skylight descending from the top of his head.

Go on, there is always hope.

Song Wanzhi woke up suddenly.

At some point, the boat had already left the bridge hole, and, after traveling for an unknown distance, looking back, the long bridge had long since disappeared.

Only Su Mengchen's umbrella was propped above her head, covering the wind and snow.

(End of this chapter)