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Chapter 140
Chapter 140
In the middle of summer, the whole of June was about to end, and Song Ling never saw her again.
At the end of the month, the college entrance examination begins to give out scores and fill in the volunteers. Shen Zhao's score was more than enough to reach Jiangcheng's previous year's score line, so Shen Zhao filled Jiangcheng University as his first choice.
Because there is no one to share, so there is no imagined joy.
In the evening, there was a thunderstorm and a rainbow appeared in the sky.
Shen Zhao came out of the library, stood on the steps, and saw the gorgeous rainbow in the sky, the only color in the gray life recently.
I don't know who ever said that rainbows represent miracles. When you see rainbows, you will encounter lucky things.
She hoped that the miracle was her Ling.
Taking out his phone, Shen Zhao looked down at the screen.
Today is the second of July.
It is also Song Ling's birthday.
Having said that we had lived together, it seems to have become a luxury now.
Her Ling, what is she doing now?
Is it the same as she is thinking about each other at the moment.
Putting away the phone, Shen Zhao stopped a taxi on the side of the road.
The driver asked, "Where is the girl going?"
Shen Zhao said, "The Song Group opposite the center of Jiangcheng."
Master: "Okay!"
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped downstairs in the building, and Shen Zhao got off after paying the fare.
It was getting late, and large dark clouds were floating in the sky. Shen Zhao looked up at the tall buildings in front of him, the lights shining like stars in the sky. Shen Zhao hesitated for a moment, and finally stood downstairs and did not go in.
She waited for a long time, from evening to dark, until late at night.
Vehicles came and went galloping past, and she sat on the steps beside the flower bed and waited for a long, long time.
At nine o'clock, Song Ling came out of the building.
Seeing a familiar figure, Shen Zhao quickly stood up and walked over. Song Ling raised his head and saw her at a glance. His eyes met, and his figure paused slightly.
Shen Zhao walked over slowly, walked to the door, looked up at the person standing on the steps, and called her softly, "A Ling..."
Song Ling stared at the still-unfinished wound on her forehead, and was stunned for a moment, then she avoided her gaze and raised her feet to leave.
Shen Zhao looked at her back and hurriedly stopped her: "Wife!"
She raised her foot and stepped forward, looked at her slender profile, and whispered to her again: "Wife, happy birthday."
Song Ling bowed his head slightly, his palms clenched slightly, Rumo's eyes were full of sadness.
She didn't know how long she had been waiting here, or even whether she was in the company or not, just to say birthday wishes to her...
She hated her stubbornness, and felt more distressed for her stubbornness.
Shen Zhao approached her slowly, the back figure merged with the dark night, so lonely, so lonely.
She has always felt that she has nothing, that she is the only one in this world, but her Ling is not. She didn't know, if even she had to give up and leave, how could her Ling be able to hold on.
Glancing at the downed hand, he clenched it tightly. She knew that her Ling was also struggling at the moment.
Shen Zhao walked slowly to her side, raised his hand to pull her up, put it in his palm, and said slowly, "Don't push me away again, okay?"
Song Ling was about to pull out his hand, but Shen Zhao hugged her arm tightly in his arms, refusing to let go. He didn't say a word, and just hugged her quietly.
"Shen Zhao, why are you always reluctant to let go?!" Song Ling frowned and said anxiously.
Shen Zhao tried her best to hold back her sore eyes. She shook her head and said incoherently, "I'm sorry, Song Ling, I... I don't want to let go, Song Ling, look at me, okay?"
Song Ling heard the cry in her voice, and only felt that her heart was torn. She cried and called out her name, and every word hit her heart.
Song Ling took a deep breath, turned and looked down at her, her face was covered with tears, and there was a wound on her forehead. The hot weather soaked the hair on her forehead and pressed it tightly to her forehead. She couldn't tell whether it was tears or tears. Sweaty.
She curled her palm tightly, and finally couldn't help it. She raised her hand and fiddled with the hair on her forehead, revealing the wound. Her tone became lighter and asked her, "Does it still hurt?"
With just one sentence, Shen Zhao collapsed and the whole person was out of breath.
She kept shaking her head and tried her best to purse her lips into a smile, but the tears couldn't be stopped, and kept pouring out of her eyes, blurring her vision.
That sentence rekindled her hope, and Shen Zhao sobbed and said, "Don't push me away, Song Ling, I don't want to leave, I don't want to leave you..."
His fingers slowly slid down and landed on her cheeks, and wiped away the tears at the end of her eyes with the pulp of her fingers, slowly, gently, and finally helpless: "Azhao, what should you tell me to do? it is good?"
This moment is a long-lost tenderness and reluctance. Shen Zhao couldn't hold it any longer, he wrapped his arms around her neck, buried himself in her arms, and wept bitterly: "Song Ling, if one day, if you die, I will die with you... …”
Song Ling was stunned for a moment, and after suddenly realizing something, the hand that was stroking her back suddenly stopped.
She frowned and pulled Shen Zhao away, supported her shoulders, and said resentfully, "Azhao, you can't do this!"
Shen Zhao looked up at her, the person in front of her had never changed, she had always been the one who loved her and would give everything for her.
This time, Shen Zhao was stubborn to the end, she cried bitterly and complained to her: "Song Ling, you are not fair! If you only give your life to block that shot for me, you are not allowed to accompany you to death?! You can ignore it. I can do everything as well, you can't just ask you to love me unconditionally, but don't allow me to give up everything to love you! Song Ling, in this life, I will only recognize you!"
She stood on tiptoe, cupped her face in both hands, and kissed her hard, not letting go.
Song Ling was stunned, grabbed her wrist with both hands, forced her to stop, and hissed, "Azhao!"
She gradually burst into tears and confessed in tears: "Because I love you, I don't want you to die with me, you know?!"
Shen Zhao stopped and stared into her eyes with tears in his eyes, and looked at her like that without moving, and suddenly she let go of her hand, as if she was desperate to turn around and rush towards the road.
On the busy highway, the whistle suddenly blared into the sky.
Realizing what she was going to do, Song Ling's face turned pale in an instant, and hurriedly shouted, "Azhao—"
The vehicle galloped past Shen Zhao, Song Ling rushed out to grab her, dragged the person back, grabbed her shoulders with both hands, and shouted in horror, "Shen Zhao! You're going to die, right!!"
Shen Zhao shook her whole body, shaking uncontrollably, her lips held a helpless smile, and she cried and said, "Look, what even you can't do, why ask me to do it."
Song Ling's heart was pounding, she supported her weak body with both hands, and looked at those mournful eyes.
Yes, she loves no less than she does. She only wanted to worry about her life and arranged everything for her, but she also forgot that what she wanted was just herself.
All they want is for each other, except for this love, she can't give her anything.
Song Ling's eyes were scarlet, and he said slowly in a hoarse voice, "Azhao, I will die."
Shen Zhao pursed his lips tightly, looked at her firmly with his eyes, and was silent for a long time before he said to her seriously: "We work hard to treat, I don't believe that God wants to be so cruel to us, even for me, you have toTry to hold on, even if it's... even if it's a bad ending, I recognize it, Song Ling," she said with trembling lips, "I promise you, if there is a day, I will come out, you believe me,I will come out and live a good life."
Song Ling held her shoulders with both hands and couldn't help but feel sore in her nose. She raised her hands to hold her face, and kept wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Suddenly, she slowly pulled the corners of her lips and promised her, "Okay."