Like a Dream

Zhao Simeng felt the footsteps of someone walking in the darkness of the room. But he didn't care anymore, after all, he was too old to move in bed. He couldn't even raise his eyes to see who was coming in. He wanted to raise the corners of his lips and smile, but the sad memories that filled his heart could not be suppressed and spread out from the bottom of his heart, tightly entangled like a thread around his riddled but lonely soul. "Maybe this is retribution." Zhao Simeng thought to himself, but he did not regret it, not at all. Whether it was the Zhao sisters, the real "father" he kept in his heart, or Xuanxuan, he did not regret anyone who lost their most precious life because of him. "They all deserve to die." Zhao Simeng thought to himself, but his expression was still clouded. He was once a boy, but why was no one willing to love him properly? "Mortals, you don't have the final say who deserves to die." This was an unusually cold voice, with infinite indifference and alienation. It only used a few words to express the irony of Zhao Simeng. The arrogant tone seemed to be saying, Look, this humble human being. Zhao Simeng almost used all his strength to open his eyes, and what he saw was a pair of pitch-black eyes that shone unusually brightly in the darkness of the room. Zhao Simeng realized almost immediately that the person standing in front of him was definitely not a human being, at least not an ordinary person. Zhao Simeng suddenly laughed. He felt extremely happy, but he was a little aggrieved. Why did this person come? Just as he was thinking about it, he asked, "Why did you just come?" The man in the darkness was stunned for a moment, and without saying a word, he just took two steps closer to Zhao Simeng's bed. Suddenly, soft lights glowed around him. Zhao Simeng looked at the man and actually had some strength to raise his hand. He raised his right hand slightly and stretched it desperately in the direction of the man. The man remained unmoved and stood at an arm's length away from Zhao Simeng. He said coldly, "I was confused as to why you wanted to kill her. Now I understand, but I still hate you." When Zhao Simeng heard the man say these words, he stopped moving and lay slumped back on the hospital bed. "Why? Each of them hurt me, can't I resist?" Zhao Simeng seemed to have endless strength when he said this. The man was silent. Zhao Simeng was even more angry. He wanted to complain. He coughed violently, and the machine connected to the tube on his body suddenly began to vibrate in response to his violent coughing, emitting an unusually harsh alarm sound. The more Zhao Simeng coughed, the more exhausted he became, but he didn't know why, but he still wanted to touch the side of the man's face and hear him call out softly, "Mengmeng, come out to eat." But Zhao Simeng knew that it was impossible. It would never be possible. After all, he hated him and wanted to take him away in person. When Zhao Simeng watched the familiar medical staff pass through the man's body easily, he felt a burst of relief for no reason. "Great, you finally came to pick me up. Even if you hate me, I still want to thank you for coming to pick me up in person." As soon as Zhao Simeng finished speaking, the machine monitoring the heart made a sharp and extremely long sound, announcing that Zhao Simeng had completely passed away. The medical staff shook their heads at each other, covered Zhao Simeng with a white sheet symbolizing the end of life, and filed out. The lights that had been turned on for the rescue went out. Two figures stood facing each other in the invisible darkness. One is tall and the other is short. The short boy took out the candy in his mouth and stared blankly at the tall man. After gathering his courage for a long time, he asked the man in a low voice: "Who are you? Have I seen you somewhere?" "My name is Deng Zhaowei. You can call me dad. I am the one who loves you the most." "Dad? The person who loves me the most? Then... Who am I?" "You... Are the person who loves daddy the most." The little man seemed to understand, but when the tall man reached out and took his little hand, he still felt an unknown warmth from an unknown place. Love? What is that? Is it the sweetest thing in the world?

After reading it, I was very disappointed! Let me think about it and write a comment to share the plot! Hong Kong is true! Do you dare to correct the typo you made?

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