068 Childhood Shadows

Zheng Mingcheng sneered, thinking that Song Peng's pretending to be free and easy was just duplicity.

If she is not tempted, why use her mother to contain Liu Mengmeng's whereabouts, it is nothing more than not wanting her to stay by the adulterer's side.

This is called, to die to save face and live to suffer.

Song Peng knew what Zheng Mingcheng was thinking when he saw Zheng Mingcheng's expression, but Song Peng was so irritable that he really didn't have the heart to talk to him, so he waved his hand to signal him to leave, "If there's nothing else you can go back, I'll have it tomorrow morning. On business trip."

"Are you really going on a business trip?" Zheng Mingcheng asked.

"Otherwise? The date of the business trip has already been set, so how can you change it? And what virtue is a woman, didn't you already know it?" Song Peng stood up and looked down at Zheng Mingcheng, "Those so-called virtues The chaste and strong girl is just not tempted enough. When they meet a man who has a great appetite, they must be rushing to poke their ass and ask others to fuck her. What is Liu Mengmeng, and how can she be different?"

Song Peng ignored Zheng Mingcheng and took off his clothes to take a bath. Zheng Mingcheng looked at his stiff back, sneered, and slammed the door to leave.

In the bathroom, the warm water splashed on Song Peng's body. He thought of Liu Mengmeng, who had not returned home at night, and threw a fist on the wall angrily.

He thought, Liu Mengmeng is probably still different from other women. She is meaner, more coquettish, and shameless than others. With that person's blood flowing in her body, how could she be a decent woman?

Liu Zhirong!

Song Peng couldn't help gnashing his teeth every time he thought of this name.

From childhood to adulthood, Song Peng always thought over and over again: If it wasn't for him, his life would definitely be different.

Song Peng was only nine years old when the tragedy happened.

On an ordinary night, Song Peng was awakened by the noise of his parents. He opened the door tremblingly, just in time to see the back of his mother with her suitcase ready to leave.

He saw his father chasing after him and held his mother's wrist tightly. At this time, his father stopped yelling, and he asked weakly: "Where do you want to go? Go to Liu Zhirong? You don't even want a home for him? "

Mom's figure was blocked by Dad, Song Peng couldn't see her expression, only heard her tone was flat, as if it wasn't her who was making a fuss just now, "This is not home, I'm more widowed than with you. Well, get a divorce."

The young Song Peng didn't understand, why did his mother leave when he had already stopped arguing?

The world of adults is never as simple as children imagine. Song Jianguo was defeated by his wife's indifferent eyes, and slowly let go, letting his wife walk away without looking back, never looking at him again.

The tall man suddenly sat on the ground with his legs soft, covered his face, and cried.

The cry like a trapped beast hit Song Peng's young heart. He ran over crying and stretched out his two little hands to hug his father, just like his father usually hugs him, but the tears had blurred his vision, he didn't know. Why did he cry, and he didn't know why he was so scared. He only knew that his father was sad and he wanted to coax him.

The touch of his son made Song Jianguo raise his head, his eyes were red, and he grabbed Song Peng's shoulder and shook it vigorously, "Why are you crying? What are you doing here? Your mother is a broken shoe, and your father is a living bastard! She would rather be a widow. If not with me, your mother doesn't want me, nor you!"

The ferocious roar frightened the child, Song Jianguo took the opportunity to stand up and stepped onto the windowsill in three or two steps.

He sat there, his eyes fixed on the downstairs, waiting intently.

The night wind was blowing Song Jianguo's shirt, while Song Peng watched, feeling a deep fear.

He sobbed and walked towards his father again, Song Jianguo knew nothing about it, he was waiting, until his wife finally came into his field of vision, and shouted loudly, "Xue Fang, aren't you going to be a widow? Okay, today I'm done. you!"

He's going to jump off the building!

"Dad, Daddy!"

Song Peng stood by the window, grabbing the corner of Song Jianguo's clothes. He knew that if Daddy jumped, he would never have Daddy again.

"Remember, our family will have today. It's all because of Liu Zhirong. Your mother and Liu Zhirong forced me to death together!" Song Jianguo finally glanced at his son and turned over with tears and laughter.

Song Peng watched his father fall backwards with his own eyes, but apart from crying, he couldn't do anything, not even a corner of his father's clothes.

After all, the child's immature hands could not save the father who was retaliating with death. Song Peng heard the sound of "", but it was very clear. He hurriedly climbed up to the table, leaned on the windowsill and looked down.

Dad was lying on the ground in a strange posture, with a huge flower of blood under him... slowly blooming.

Crying, cursing, the corners of clothes that could not be grasped, the blood that burst out, the indifference of the mother, the madness of the father, from that moment on, they were deeply imprinted in Song Peng's heart.

Soon after, under the flickering lights of the police car, Xiao Songpeng threw himself into the arms of the police officer's uncle, crying and begging him to take Liu Zhirong away, but he was the one who killed his father, but the answer he got was silence. The man picked him up and put him in his mother's arms, saying, "Take care of the child, don't forget that you are still a mother!"

After the funeral, only he and his mother were left at home. A love affair took Song Jianguo's life and also tore apart the affection between mother and son. Song Peng refused to talk to his mother at all. Although she always tried to please him, he was like a little mute and refused to speak.

Until one day, he and Zheng Mingcheng skipped class and went home together. After quietly entering the door, he saw another scene that he could never forget.

The two ignorant children were stunned.

How could this be?

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Song Jianguo: Liu Zhirong forced me to jump off a building, and your mother forced me!

Xiao Songpeng: Dad, can we stop in the street?