Southerners

Chapter 138: Wolf's Postscript 4

When Meng Huan got the news and hurried back home, Pei Ya had already stopped the bleeding and applied medicine for Song Zhi.He strode into the room, only to smell the strong smell of herbs and the smell of blood mixed in the room.

Bai Man'er was beside Song Zhi's bed, the tears on her face had dried up, staring at Song Zhi's pale sleeping face in a daze.

When Meng Huan walked over, Bai Man'er's eyes moved, and she felt a little alive. She suddenly rushed forward, pinched Meng Huan's neck, and said sharply: "Meng Huan, I want to kill you!" you!"

"My lord!" Arslan reacted very quickly, stepped forward in a wrong step, and just about to pull Bai Man'er away, Meng Huan had already pulled her off his body and pushed her out.

Bai Man'er was just a weak woman, who was Meng Huan's opponent, she bumped her head against the pillar, and immediately broke a hole on her forehead, and sticky blood flowed from the wound, but Bai Man'er didn't care, and still rushed over, Arslan, who had quick eyesight and quick hands, pushed him to the ground.

"Let me go!" Bai Man'er yelled while struggling desperately, "Let me go...I'm going to kill him!"

"Meng Huan, you villain! What did you do to Brother Lan? What did you do to him? You kept saying you loved him, but you drove him to a corner time and time again. You drove him to the point where he is today... What exactly are you trying to do?"

Bai Man'er was trembling with anger, but her eyes were fixed on Meng Huan, her voice was quick and sharp, and she pointed at Meng Huan and cursed.She was so foolish as to think that Meng Huan would really treat Song Zhi well.

"Bastard!" Arslan slapped Bai Man'er's face, "Is my lord someone you can insult at will?"

This slap was so heavy that half of Bai Man'er's face swelled up immediately, and her hair fell apart. She lay on the ground for a long while before recovering from the dizziness.

Meng Huan didn't bother to care about this crazy woman, and lowered his head to check Song Zhi's situation, only to find that Song Zhi's breathing and heartbeat were extremely weak, as if his life was hanging by a thread, and his heart immediately twisted into a ball, and even breathing became very difficult .

But Bai Man'er suddenly started to laugh softly, desolately and sarcasticly, and the sound was like a needle being stabbed in Meng Huan's heart, disturbing him even more distracted.

"What are you laughing at?" Meng Huan asked.

Bai Man'er raised her head from the ground, under her disheveled temple hair, her face was still young and beautiful, but half of her face was swollen and full of tears.

"I'm laughing at you," Bai Man'er said, crying and laughing, "I'm laughing at myself too."

"For so many years, you have tried desperately to lock Brother Lang by your side. You tortured yourself and Brother Lang... But you will not succeed, Meng Huan, let me tell you, you will not succeed!"

"I also laugh at myself...why I don't have the ability to kill you."

Bai Man'er's words became more and more absurd, Arslan became impatient, and was about to slap her again, but Meng Huan raised his hand to stop her.

"He's resting here, don't disturb him."

Bai Man'er sneered: "But he can't hear anything now because of you."

Meng Huan didn't bother to argue with her, he didn't care about such a woman originally, if Song Zhi didn't care, he wouldn't even look at her more.

"If Zilan hadn't repeatedly pleaded for you, do you think you would have survived to this day?" Meng Huan gave Bai Man'er a cold look with disdain in his eyes, "Don't challenge my patience."

He really hates her.

"Arslan, throw her out."

"Yes!"

Arslan is a Mongolian man, strong and burly, and picked up Bai Man'er in one go. No matter how much Bai Man'er struggled, it was useless, so she stopped struggling, just looked at Meng Huan and smiled, and kept laughing, with a smile in her eyes. pity and mockery.

Meng Huan almost wanted to kill her, but thought that if Song Zhi woke up and found that she was really gone, he might be angry with him again, so he had to hold back his anger.

"Pei Ya." After clearing the outsiders away, Meng Huan carefully asked about Song Zhi's situation, "How is he... now?"

"Forgive me to speak bluntly," Pei Ya said, "Mr. Song's situation is not very good."

"What's not good?" Meng Huan was furious, and he said word by word, "He, you must rescue me."

Song Zhi walked through the gate of hell again, and it was evening when he woke up. He didn't know how long he had slept, and he didn't expect to wake up again. His eyes were open, and he didn't even move his eyeballs for a long time.

"Zi Lan?" Meng Huan's surprised and cautious voice came from the side.

Song Zhi was like a wooden man, only then did she turn her eyes, with some vitality, she turned her face stiffly and looked at Meng Huan.

The worries, fears, and joys in Meng Huan's eyes were not fake, and Song Zhi could see them.

"Zilan, are you okay?" Seeing that Song Zhi didn't respond, Meng Huan touched his forehead, then his face, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Song Zhi lowered her eyelids, her clear face was a little unclear in the twilight, as if a ray of sunset light on the western mountain would disappear as the sun sank into the western mountain, and return to silence at night.

Meng Huan quickly called Pei Ya, and after checking with Song Zhi, Pei Ya frowned, and said, "If Mr. Song's health is healthy, he will probably recover, but I'm afraid there will be some problems in the future. Weaker."

Over the years, Pei Ya has saved Song Zhi more than once. Song Zhi didn't know whether to be grateful to him or what to do, so she thanked him in a feeble voice: "Thank you, Doctor Pei."

Meng Huan waited day and night, but when Song Zhi woke up, the first thing he said was to thank Pei Ya. He felt a little uncomfortable, and asked Pei Ya to prescribe a prescription. After changing Song Zhi's medicine, he waved him away, then bent down and wiped his face. Sticking it on Song Zhi's side face, she sighed softly.

Meng Huan said, "Zi Lan, what do you want me to do to stay here?"

He carefully avoided the horrific wound on Song Zhi's wrist, held Song Zhi's cold hand, frowned, his heart ached as if a piece of flesh had been gouged out, looking at the slender wrist wrapped in bandages, even Meng Huan's lips trembled. shivering.

"Such a deep hole...how can you get your hands on it?"

There was a scar on that wrist a few years ago, and now there is another scar.

Meng Huan said a lot of words in a low voice, and Song Zhi was just in a daze quietly, not knowing if he was listening or not. After a long time, he said the first sentence to Meng Huan: "Why did you save me and let me die? Isn't it good?"

"Nonsense," Meng Huan was overwhelmed by great panic and anxiety every time he heard him say death, and could only cover it up by blaming Song Zhi, "You are young, why did you die?"

"I said, I want to spend my whole life with you, how could you want to abandon me so early?"

Meng Huan gently kissed Song Zhi's forehead: "Life is still very long, 30 years, 50 years, 80 years... We will live together until we are one hundred years old. When I am old and unable to fight, I will Resign and go home, don’t you dislike me fighting?”

"I'll take you back to Lin'an, go fishing on the West Lake, buy the place where you lived when you were young, and build a house according to your liking."

The scene Meng Huan described was so beautiful, it was a scene that Song Zhi had dreamed of when he came back from a dream at midnight, and he was fascinated for a moment, as if he had already seen such a scene.

Song Zhi suddenly remembered the dream he had, in which there were mountains and water, spring and willow trees. He was painting on the bank of the river, and Meng Huan was sitting under the willow tree and sleeping lazily, with a book covering his face.

He wanted to paint the spring scenery, but didn't want to write down, but on the paper was Meng Huan's crooked body.

"If you want to go back to Tongling, that's fine. Let's pay homage to Daddy. Daddy is a hero... the people of Tongling must still remember him..."

As Meng Huan was talking, he suddenly fell silent. Song Zhi looked up at him, and saw tears in Meng Huan's eyes, and his eyes were red, obviously choked up and speechless.

Before Song Zhi could say anything, Meng Huan lowered his head suddenly, held his good right hand, buried his forehead on the back of his hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "Zi Lan... can you, don't do this? I'm terrified of you now look like..."

"If you say I did something wrong, I'll correct it, okay? Just please...don't love yourself like this again."

It was the first time seeing Meng Huan begging so humbly, Song Zhi quietly looked at Meng Huan's slightly shrugging shoulders.

"I want to drink water." He said the second sentence in a hoarse voice.

Meng Huan hurriedly said: "Okay... I'll pour it for you right now!"

Summer gradually passed away during the days when Song Zhi was recuperating, and it was the end of summer, June.

But Bai Man'er didn't come here often anymore, Song Zhi asked once in a while, Meng Huan was relying on him for everything now, afraid that he wouldn't be able to think about it anymore, so he called Bai Man'er and her daughter Pei'er together the next day.

For some reason, Pei'er became more and more timid, and she kept shrinking into Bai Man'er's arms, but Bai Man'er didn't look right, and her movements and behaviors were always a little weird.

Song Zhixin felt strange, and was about to ask, when she noticed a wound on Bai Man'er's temple, which looked new and hadn't scabbed yet.

"What's going on here?" Song Zhiteng stood up abruptly, feeling dizzy for a while.

Meng Huan hurriedly supported him, and reprimanded softly: "Slow down."

Pei'er was so frightened that she shrank back into her mother's arms, while Bai Man'er quickly took a step back, clutching her forehead and saying, "No, it's okay... I accidentally bumped into it myself."

"Don't lie, Man'er!" Song Zhi was anxious, angry and distressed, "Whoever bullied you, tell me the truth!"

When Song Zhi said this, she immediately turned her suspicious eyes to Meng Huan. Although she didn't say it clearly, the meaning was obvious.

Meng Huan pushed Bai Man'er at the end of April, causing her to bruise her, but it had been several months and she had already recovered.Meng Huan felt guilty for a moment, and quickly denied: "It's definitely not me!"

"Man'er, tell the truth," Song Zhi stepped forward, holding Bai Man'er's wrist, "Who is bullying you?"

Song Zhi didn't believe Meng Huan's words at all, she just thought that Bai Man'er didn't dare to say it, and Bai Man'er was forced to be anxious, and finally revealed the truth.

It turned out that ever since Bai Man'er started walking to the Meng Mansion frequently, Bai Man'er's husband became suspicious, and his heart was not very refreshing, he always felt that Bai Man'er had put a hat on him.

At the end of April, on the day Song Zhi tried to commit suicide, after Bai Man'er returned home in a daze, her husband found her crying and distraught for several days. The husband endured it again and again, and then he couldn't help asking, and only then did he learn that Bai Man'er It was because of that "lover" that he immediately moved his hand to Bai Man'er in a rage.

There has always been a difference between zero and countless times when a man beats his wife. Since the start, the husband has been convinced that Bai Man'er has an affair with Song Zhi. If you make a mistake, you can hit or scold.

Bai Man'er has been here for the past few months.

After Song Zhi listened, she didn't make any other comments, she suppressed her anger in her heart, only looked at Meng Huan coldly, and said sarcastically, "You have chosen a good husband-in-law for her."