Song Zhifeng knew that he would not live long.

Advanced liver cancer.

It seems that he can only wait for death in the hospital bed.

However, Song Zhifeng did not give up.

He forced himself to go to the market to buy vegetables and cook every day.

In order to allow my wife to have a hot meal when she returns home.

The wife is very beautiful.

This is Song Zhifeng's pride has always been.

He wants to leave all the last time of his life to his wife.

However, my wife's working hours have become increasingly unfixed recently.

Occasionally, there are some abnormal situations, such as eating and suddenly receiving a call.

Moreover, he was carrying him on the phone and chatting.

I usually care much less about him.

You know, he is now in advanced cancer.

I don’t have much time, so I hope my family will be with me at this time.

What's more, the couple has never had children.

Men are actually very alert.

Song Zhifeng noticed some possibility.

But unfortunately, his physical strength and condition did not allow him to follow up and investigate.

He wants to know the truth.

I am about to die.

But he didn't want to die just like that!

In my life, I have only loved one woman with all my strength.

So, when he received the call that claimed to be able to tell him the truth, Song Zhifeng agreed to meet without hesitation.

Dragging his weak sick body and enduring the pain, Song Zhifeng came to the remote alley designated by the other party and found the small restaurant.

Wang Hui, already waiting inside.

The restaurant is the ancestral property of a man from Xiao'an.

This place is said to be demolished soon, and there are no people in the small restaurant.

It is an excellent meeting place.

"Mr. Song." Wang Hui sat in the small restaurant, next to the only table, and waved to Song Zhifeng.

The good wine and food on the table had already been on.

Xiao An directly borrowed the place from Tepier, and of course, he gave some money.

Now, there are no outsiders in the restaurant!

Song Zhifeng took a look at the wine and food.

Fish-flavored shredded pork, Kung Pao chicken, braised carp... a table of hard dishes.

The wine is Maotai.

Song Zhifeng was stunned for a while, then smiled bitterly, "Is this going to kill me? Is it a slaughter?"

Wang Hui unscrewed the Moutai and poured the cup for Song Zhifeng.

"It's just a way to treat guests." Wang Hui raised his glass and said.

"Oh... I haven't drunk Moutai in my life!" Maybe it's okay

Pity myself, Song Zhifeng's eyes were a little red.

He stuffed the wine in the glass in one sip.

"Hiss...ha!" Song Zhifeng took a breath with great force, "Good wine!"

Wang Hui sighed in his heart.

Song Zhifeng in front of him was so thin that he lost his body.

His face was sallow and filled with a black dead aura.

At this time, it is already a life-threatening one to be able to get out!

"I can't eat these dishes..." Song Zhifeng looked at the delicious table and shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I'm still a drink!"

He poured himself a cup.

It's done again.

Wang Hui didn't say anything during the whole process.

He still felt a little reluctant.

I can't do these things after all.

"Tell me, tell me what I want to know!" Song Zhifeng's expression was very calm.

Wang Hui sighed softly: "You, keep a good attitude!"

"I understand!" Song Zhifeng's body froze slightly.

Wang Hui took out an envelope.

Put it on the desktop and push it to the other side.

Song Zhifeng trembled his hands and opened the envelope.

A stack of photos slipped out.

In the photo, the whereabouts of my wife and Li Tian, ​​the hotel where I checked in, and... the intimate interaction between the two.

Song Zhifeng was mentally prepared, but the moment he saw the photo, he still collapsed.

He didn't even have the power to be angry.

He just leaned against the wall so weakly that he wiped his tears silently.

"I... and her, a seven-year relationship..." Song Zhifeng choked.

Seven years... Wang Hui's heart stings.

He and Yue Qi have been there for seven years.

However, Yue Qi has died.

Whether it is hatred or love, it has gone with the wind.

For Song Zhifeng, the pain is still in progress.

"I love her so much that I even put the house in her name!" Song Zhifeng sobbed.

He didn't understand why he really couldn't get the other party's sincerity.

"Woooooo!"

This old man, who was suffering from a terminal illness and had not had much time, could not suppress his emotions and lay on the table and cried loudly.

Wang Hui looked at him in a daze.

A few months ago, I was probably similar to him, right?

Just after he was released from prison, he found out that Yue Qi had cheated.

Yue Qi, that is the sustenance of most of his feelings.

At that time, his feeling should be similar to Song Zhifeng.

Wang Hui suddenly felt that just revealing the truth was too cruel for Song Zhifeng, a dying person.

Maybe hide it

It would be better to take him until he left.

Yes, Wang Hui regrets it.

He is a bottom line after all.

Wang Hui had to eat vegetables at once. Although there were a table of hard dishes at home, Wang Hui tasted like to chew wax.

Song Zhifeng was sad for a few minutes and slowly stopped his tears.

Rubbing the corners of his eyes, he said, "What do you want me to do?"

He asked.
To be continued...