Life With You

Song Xi was indeed very tired and had been sleepy before taking a shower, but now she was lying on the bed in the dead of night. She closed her eyes and kept thinking about Sheng Qianyu's words, You are just luckier than me.

If Sheng Qianyu received a text message from George Sheng and returned to Night City, what would she do? Maybe the ending would not be that she and George Sheng were together, but... Just thinking about it for a moment made her heart hurt so much that she couldn't breathe, and sourness instantly rose to the tip of her nose. She frowned and endured it.

Song Xi tried to convince herself that if it didn't exist, now she was with George Sheng. Standing at the end and thinking about the beginning, what else could it be if it wasn't a fuss?

However, it seemed that she was just a little lucky, because of a missed text message. It might not be that she was any better than Sheng Qianyu, but that she happened to be by his side at that time.

Negative emotions surged up in her head. Song Xi could clearly feel the weightlessness of being dropped into the abyss. She didn't want to let herself lose control, so she used her reason to save herself. A voice struggled from the bottom of her heart: Love originally depends on fate, like her and Shen Zhaoyizhi. What did she do wrong? What did Shen Zhaoyi do wrong again? But they can't be together after all. It's the ultimate to live up to each other. It's too difficult to live up to this life.

Thinking about it this way, George Sheng did nothing wrong, and she was even more right. It was because there was no fate between Sheng Qianyu and George Sheng, and it was not her who took advantage of it.

Song Xi's heart was still the same as before, but there were two voices, one good and one evil, hidden in her heart. She had never been so entangled before, as if one voice had just convinced her, and the other voice immediately had thousands of reasons to overturn the former's position. She was in a complicated environment and wanted to find an exit, but she fell deeper and deeper into it.

I don’t know how long they have been lying down for. Both of them remained motionless. Song Xi shed tears silently in the darkness. She could understand George Sheng, or she could ignore everything that happened before. She was just... scared, very scared. , maybe just a little bit away, he and she will part ways.

George Sheng lay down for more than an hour without falling asleep, feeling vaguely that something was wrong. When he opened his eyes, he saw Song Xi's face full of tears. She clenched her teeth and could see that she was holding back.

With a panic in his heart, George Sheng stretched out his hand to touch Song Xi's face, his voice was soft but could not conceal his heartache, Xi'er...

Song Xi did not open her eyes. When she heard his voice, her sadness instantly magnified hundreds or thousands of times. She clutched the corner of the quilt tightly in her hands. After a few seconds, she whispered: I'm fine.

She looked like nothing was wrong. George Sheng turned over and was about to get up. Song Xi said, Don't turn on the light... Just go to sleep. I'm fine. I'll be fine in a while.

George Sheng knew Song Xi's temper very well. She almost had no bottom line in her indulgence towards her friends and relatives. She typically turned her elbows inwards, but when it came to love, no matter how serious she was, she also required how dedicated she was from the other party. , he hurt her before he could understand his heart. She could understand it rationally, but she would definitely be hurt emotionally. She wouldn't be Song Xi if she didn't get into trouble.

He would rather she lose her temper with him, quarrel and make a fuss, than be like this now. She swallowed all the grievances slowly and planned to use time to digest them.

George Sheng pressed his body completely against her, held her in his arms, and said softly: I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I'm a bastard, you've been giving me opportunities all these years, I dare not say that I have ever done this What a bad thing, I’m just afraid that you will stop me in a fit of anger.”

Song Xi wanted to cry loudly, but in fact she frowned, suppressed everything, and hugged George Sheng's waist. After a long time, she said in a low voice: I don't blame you, and I don't blame you either. Angry...I just can't control my emotions a little bit.

George Sheng hugged her and comforted her: Cry if you want. Go home. Don't worry about others seeing it.

Song Xi was choking in his arms. At the most sad moment, she said aloud: What would I have done if she had answered your text message?

Then it was destined that there would be no Qiao Qiao and no Bo Jing. She would not know Qiao Aiwen, and she would not drink the soup Ren Lina ordered to cook every day. It's true what the lyrics say, if I hadn't met you, where would I be, how would my life be, and whether I should cherish life.

George Sheng didn't hesitate for a second and quickly replied: If she comes back, I might see my heart clearly earlier.

He is not a person who is very good at expressing his emotions. He never apologized to anyone in the past. Now in front of Song Xi, when pressed, he just tells the truth that he is sorry. If he loves her, just say I love you. Besides, he feels that saying so is too much. Most of them were excuses. Recalling every bit of his time with Song Xi, he never knew when he fell in love with her. He didn't like her getting too close to other members of the opposite sex. At first, he thought it would make her uncomfortable. He was embarrassed, even if their marriage was fake.

He hated the food she cooked, and once said viciously that even pigs would not eat it; he hated being threatened by others, and hated the sudden appearance of an inexplicable person in a house where he was always alone. He even looked at the cats she raised. Not pleasing to the eye...

But when he got tired of it, he didn't know when the taste changed. He fell in love with the only pimple soup she could make, got used to the thermos cup and small notes she put at the door of his room, and began to look forward to her showing up on time every night. At his door, racking his brains to help him cure his insomnia.

Maybe he is really an emotionally slow person and can easily see through the thoughts of others, but he is not clear about what he is thinking.

But one thing was clear to him. He really liked Song Xi. At his birthday party, the two of them were locked in a small dark room. His heartbeat disorder had told him. Later, he went to England and saw Sheng Qianyu. In an instant, the person he was thinking about was also Song Xi, and at that moment he knew it was over.

Fortunately, he was petty and could only pretend to be one person. When he confirmed his feelings, Sheng Qianyu was already out.

George Sheng was not sure what the words of love were, so he had to dig out every bit of the past between the two of them, and whisper them in Song Xi's ears one by one, talking about his mood at that time.

Song Xi couldn't sleep either. At first she listened to what he said, but later she also joined in silently. Those past fragments that were about to be buried in the corners of memory can still be vividly remembered now even if they are mentioned casually.

Talking about the past injustices and sins, Song Xi was really sad. She shed tears and said, Why are you talking about these things? I finally forgot them. Do you really want me to hold a grudge?

George Sheng raised his hand to wipe her tears. In the darkness, he could clearly see the expression on her face, but she couldn't see his. She could only hear his low voice, unable to hide his heartfelt words: I am being tortured. In fact, I am being tortured. You don’t need to say anything, I can feel uncomfortable for a long time just by looking at you.”

Song Xi heard this, raised his arms to hug him, patted his back, and said in a hoarse voice: Don't feel bad, I'm fine. Please accompany me to the hospital when you have time. I'll be fine. I'm a fake coward. , but you have to be really strong...

She stroked his back step by step, as if coaxing a child. George Sheng's throat was sore from her coaxing him.