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One Thousand Three Hundred and Forty-Nine Carry You Home (I)

Besides, she was only an 18-year-old child. How could she compete with the crazy Su Fengjin with that strength? Without waiting for Chen Cheng to come over, Su Fengjin rushed over. Song Zhixing lost her balance and fell heavily to the ground. The back of her head hit the tombstone with a bang.

That hit made her dizzy. She felt that the sun above her head had turned white and she couldn't see anything in front of her.

But Su Fengjin came over again, holding a sharp stone. She panted and tried to support herself to stand up, but she was so dizzy that she couldn't stand up for a long time. The wound on her hand was rubbed into many fine sand and stones, and it hurt so much that she almost cried.

"Be careful!" Chen Cheng rushed over, shouted, and grabbed Su Fengjin's hand from behind. Su Fengjin was suddenly intercepted and turned around. Chen Cheng was frightened by her almost ferocious eyes, and his back was sweating coldly, and his hand almost loosened. However, the trance lasted only a moment. Seeing Song Zhixing fall to the ground in a daze, she shouted anxiously, "Xingxing, wake up!"

While she was shouting, she grabbed the stone from Su Fengjin's hand and threw it far away.

Su Fengjin frowned and pushed her away. Chen Cheng got up and went to pull Song Zhixing, "Xingxing, wake up! Let's run!"

She patted Song Zhixing's pale face. Song Zhixing was a little more awake, his eyelashes trembled a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes. Chen Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, "Can you still get up? Let's go down and call the police in the parking lot."

Song Zhixing took a few breaths before slowly standing up. Finally, the scene in front of her was clearer. She was supported by Chen Cheng and prepared to leave.

But...

She had only taken a few steps when suddenly, a hand dragged her foot.

She was so scared that she trembled all over and had to stop.

Chen Cheng turned around and saw Su Fengjin kneeling on the ground, holding Song Zhixing's feet tightly with both hands. This scene was like being haunted by a ghost. She didn't know where she got the courage from, and raised her leg to kick.

"Don't, Chengcheng!" Song Zhixing stopped Chen Cheng.

"What's wrong?" Chen Cheng paused, "You still want to plead for her? This man is a lunatic!"

"... I know." Song Zhixing's cold hand tightly clasped Chen Cheng's hand, "She... She is Tang Yu's mother."

Chen Cheng was shocked and gasped, and felt incredible. However, putting aside her madness and hysteria, just looking at the appearance of this woman, she really looks like she can give birth to a son like Mr. Tang.

Even though she is so embarrassed now, her face under the messy hair is still beautiful and incomparable. Even though she is old, her skin is still tight.

"Now I finally know why the second master didn't take you to see his mother." Chen Cheng retracted his foot, a little at a loss, "Then what should we do now?"

Song Zhixing bent down and pried Su Fengjin's hands hard. However, Su Fengjin's hands were tightly pinched, and her fingertips almost clasped her skin. She was in so much pain that she was about to cry.

"Why is this person so stubborn!" Chen Cheng saw that she couldn't shake Su Fengjin at all, so she squatted down to help.

But at this moment, Su Fengjin suddenly looked up at Song Zhixing, tears streaming down her face. Her eyes gradually became gentle from the ferociousness just now, and even complicated, with all kinds of emotions surging in her eyes. Song Zhixing and Chen Cheng were both puzzled by this scene. After the two looked at each other, the movements of their hands stopped.

"Xingxing, what's going on?" Chen Cheng quietly made lip shapes with her.

Song Zhixing shook her head, indicating that she didn't know either.

"I'm sorry..." Su Fengjin apologized suddenly, with a face full of remorse, "I'm sorry, Xingxing."

Song Zhixing originally thought that she had mistaken him for her mother, but when she heard her last two words, she realized that she didn't. But why did she apologize to him?

She didn't know what to say, so she squatted there quietly, waiting for Su Fengjin to continue talking.

"I hurt you..." Su Fengjin murmured again.

Song Zhixing heard it clearly, and her heartstrings tightened. After murmuring for a while, she asked, "What did you hurt me?"

"It's me, it's me that made you lose your parents. It has nothing to do with Yiming. Don't blame Yiming."

Song Zhixing's breathing tightened, and she felt that some truth was about to come out.

Su Fengjin continued, "I just hate Song Guangyao! I just hate him!"

When she mentioned the three words "Song Guangyao", she almost gritted her teeth. Chen Cheng was confused, "Who is Song Guangyao?"

"...My dad."

"So that's it." Chen Cheng suddenly realized. However, before she could say anything else, Su Fengjin suddenly shouted, "I killed him, Xingxing, you know, I killed him with my own hands! I stabbed him twice, so he died! Now... I don't hate him as much as before..."

When Su Fengjin said this, tears hung on her face.

When these words came out, Chen Cheng was stunned, and Song Zhixing was also stunned on the spot. It was such a hot day, but her thin body was shivering. After a while, she came back to her senses, grabbed Su Fengjin's arm, and stared at Su Fengjin's eyes, "What did you just say, who did you kill?"

Every word was trembling, and the tone changed as soon as it came out.

"Song Guangyao. I killed Song Guangyao."

A tear burst out of Song Zhixing's eyes. Chen Cheng also came back to her senses, and seeing that Song Zhixing was almost emotionally collapsed, she quickly advised: "Xingxing, she looks like a mentally ill person, and her words can't be trusted!"

However, Song Zhixing couldn't listen to anything at this moment. He just cried and asked: "What about my mother? My mother also died in your hands?"

"You mean Li Hui?" Su Fengjin slowly turned around, looked at the blurry photo on the tombstone, and said in an extremely soft voice: "That's right..."

Song Zhixing was completely shocked. When he came back to his senses, he pushed Su Fengjin away and murmured: "I don't believe it! Liars, you are all liars, every one of you!"

He said he didn't believe it, but the tears fell down disobediently. My heart is shaking.

"Xingxing!" Chen Cheng saw that she was out of control and grabbed her shoulders, "Xingxing, calm down! She is a madman, and you can't believe everything a madman says!"

Song Zhixing looked at Chen Cheng, tears falling heavily. She was like a confused child, not knowing whether to believe Su Fengjin's words or not. However, it was obvious that what Su Fengjin said had a huge impact on her. If it's true...if it's true...

No! There is no such if!

She doesn't want this if!

"Over there!" Suddenly, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

Song Zhixing followed the sound and looked over, only to see Tang Yiming and Tang Wei coming over. Then, behind them, there was Tang Yu.

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