Don't think of rebirth. - Chapter 540 Hello, Song Yi (Part )
Don't think of rebirth.
Chapter 540 Hello, Song Yi (Part )A muffled thunder sounded outside the window, and Song Yi suddenly woke up from his sleep. He turned over and sat up, gasping for breath.
He pressed his chest, frowned in pain in the darkness, and after a long while he let out a low whimper.
Luo Fengnian and Song Wanjun were resting in another bedroom. Song Yi didn't want to wake up his parents, so he fumbled in the dark to pick up his cell phone, opened the memo, and wrote down the date and time.
The memo was filled with one record after another. Song Yi looked at the content of the previous one and a wry smile appeared on his face.
No matter how hard he tried to remember, he couldn't deny that the time intervals were getting longer and longer.
When Mingming first learned the news of Feng Jinglei's death, he couldn't sleep all night, not only because of the questioning from Feng Jinglei's coach and teammates, but also because of the pain of losing a friend.
"Didn't Feng Jinglei go to dinner with you? Why didn't you know?"
He knew that those people did not intentionally use this issue to blame him. Subsequent investigations were enough to prove that Feng Jinglei was lying.
He lied to his childhood friend Song Yi and ran to the old villa area alone.
Even though everyone knew that Feng Jinglei's death was related to that group of rich second-generations, there was no clear evidence.
The surveillance facilities in the old villa area were out of date and had malfunctioned in many places. The limited surveillance footage could not confirm that he had entered the villa where Guan Xingzhou and others were staying.
The forensic report also found nothing abnormal. It seemed that Feng Jinglei really just slipped and fell into the water and drowned in the landscape lake in the old villa area.
Feng Jinglei had no habit of writing a diary. Although Song Yi later learned about Wen Zimei's experience from Feng Jinglei's parents, and judged that given Feng Jinglei's character, he wanted to avenge Wen Zimei, there was no conclusive evidence.
Not to mention that those rich second-generations have money and power. They can just find a good lawyer and slowly fight the lawsuit with Feng Jinglei's family. They don't lack this energy.
But what about Feng Jinglei's family? They lost their only child, and even though they knew the enemy was right in front of them, they could do nothing but watch the murderer go unpunished.
Song Yi could not forget the crying of Feng Jinglei's family, nor the regret of his coach and teammates.
He couldn't forgive himself even more - why didn't he notice Feng Jinglei's abnormality?
Judging from his performance during the game, Feng Jinglei was obviously worried. Why did he believe Feng Jinglei's words so easily? Why didn't he ask more questions?
If it was his childhood friend, if he was more perceptive, would Feng Jinglei tell him everything?
If he followed, if he was with Feng Jinglei...
Countless "ifs" swirled in Song Yi's mind, creating a dark nightmare.
However, Feng Jinglei's family never blamed him. On the one hand, they knew that the problem lay with their child. On the other hand, they did not want to involve Song Yi in the lawsuit with Guan Xingzhou and others.
"If Jinglei were still alive, he would definitely not want to see his lies hurt his best friend." Feng Jinglei's mother had a sad expression, but her eyes were clear.
She stroked Song Yi's hair, tears falling down.
Song Yi knew that she was seeing Feng Jinglei's shadow through him.
They used to learn Sanda together and go to each other's homes to play. When they were tired, they would lie on the floor and sleep. When they woke up, they would always be covered with blankets brought by their parents.
Delicious meals, games played together, notes passed secretly in class, toys hidden...
That was his best friend in childhood. Losing Feng Jinglei was like a big piece of his past was torn off, and even his soul was incomplete.
He had no way of getting relief. No matter how well he concealed it in front of others, when he was alone, Feng Jinglei's shadow would still appear in front of him.
Feng Jinglei did not blame him, but just looked at him with a smile.
He said, "Rabbit, let's have a competition to see who will win this time."
Song Yi could no longer step onto the Sanda stage. He would always see Feng Jinglei standing in front of him and he had no way to throw a punch.
More importantly, no matter how hard his fists are or how strong his Sanda skills are, what can he do?
Could he beat up Guan Xingzhou and the others? Could he let those bastards die?
All he could do was cowardly hide in the darkness and record his anger and hatred.
Song Yi didn't want to implicate his mother and father, but sooner or later, he would find an opportunity to take action against that group of people. He had nothing else to ask for in his life.
It is not only to avenge your friends and punish the bad guys, but also to free yourself.
However, the human brain's ability to get used to pain may be too strong.
It had only been a few years? Why were the intervals between his nightmares getting longer and longer?
Did he not want to avenge Feng Jinglei? Did he forget the pain?
Did his heart also gradually die as time passed?
Song Yi thought numbly that his justice was just this.
The phone screen went out in the darkness, and Song Yi fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up again, it was already bright.
Because of Feng Jinglei's incident, Song Yi's college entrance examination did not go well.
However, Luo Fengnian and Song Wanjun did not think about how good a university he could get into, as long as he could live a healthy and safe life.
The two of them could also see the changes in their child. The death of their childhood friend was too painful for Song Yi, and he could only hope that time could heal the pain.
Song Yi attended an ordinary university and was not noticeable during his time at school.
It is the summer vacation of his sophomore year. Song Yi has hardly gone out since he returned home, and he had planned to stay at home today.
Song Wanjun went to collect rent, and Luo Fengnian went to another house to shoot video material for a home blogger, leaving Song Yi alone in the house.
It was already past ten in the morning when he woke up. Luo Fengnian had left a note on the table, asking him to take care of his lunch on his own.
After all, in the past three years, Song Yi only showed signs of being hit hard in the first half year. In the second semester of his senior year, he was just more silent and did not participate in any competitions. He could also explain it by focusing on his studies.
After going to college, Song Yi lived in a dormitory, far away from home, which made it easier for him to hide his mental state.
His roommates didn't know about his past, nor did they know his original personality. At most, they thought that his sleep quality was poor, so they would move quietly when staying up late to avoid disturbing Song Yi's sleep.
Song Yi feels that he is really lucky to have met a very good roommate - but can he abandon the past and live selfishly?
He threw the note into the trash can, ordered some fried rice on the food delivery app, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
When the doorbell rang, Song Yi was still thinking that the takeaway arrived quite quickly.
After opening the door, the person who appeared in front of Song Yi was not the delivery man, but a young man who looked somewhat familiar to him.
"Hello," the young man smiled politely at Song Yi, "Do you remember me?"
"In the first year of high school, before we were divided into different majors, we sat in the same group. I was in the first row and you were in the last row. Do you remember?"
Song Yi fished out a name from his mind and said hesitantly, "Bao Qingsong?"
"Yes!" Bao Qingsong snapped his fingers. "I have something to talk to you about. Is it convenient for you now?"