Song Xiang lowered his head, took out the things he brought one by one, and listened to the whisper in his ear.
The young girl, in the name of being an illegitimate child, went to the complicated imperial capital alone. She was frightened and suffered along the way, encountered betrayal, lost her father and mother, but God opened her eyes and gave her a perfect lover.
It's a pity that God played a huge joke on them. It seemed that he just displayed the most beautiful things in the world in front of their eyes, and then took them away cruelly without giving any more charity.
"Our daughter is getting married. Bless her."
Song Xiang sniffed, raised his hand, wiped the dust on the tombstone, and his voice finally returned.
"Mom, look, this is the ring he gave me."
"It's... silver-plated, he said... he said it will get brighter and brighter..."
One sentence was spoken intermittently, and was interrupted by tears in the middle.
Song Xiang always felt that the mother-daughter relationship with Nan Qing came too suddenly, and her pity for Nan Qing was stronger than the mother-daughter love. But when she knelt in front of Nan Qing's grave, she truly felt the bond carved in blood, which made her
Just hearing Rong Boye's narration made my heart hurt like a knife.
After being stuck for a long time, she finally said, "He is fine."
You can rest assured that I will be happy.
Rong Boye was at the side, opened a bag of potato chips, put it in front of the monument, and said: "Yan Zhicheng's son, but you don't have to worry, he is not like Yan Zhicheng at all, nor is he like An Xuyue, he has a conscience and a brain, he is a perfect avoidance person."
It’s a fault of his parents.”
Song Xiang laughed out loud and glanced at the potato chips, "Mom, do you like cucumber-flavored ones?"
"She liked tomato flavor. There was no cucumber flavor at that time."
"I don't like the smell of cucumber, maybe mom won't like it either..."
"Then you open another bag..."
…
The father and daughter sat in front of the tombstone, their emotions softened, and they talked calmly.
Song Xiang thought the cemetery was scary at first, but it didn't take long for him to feel nothing at all.
"When you return to the imperial capital, you will get married."
When Rong Boye said this, his tone felt lonely for a moment.
Song Xiang was silent and suddenly regretted that he should spend more time with Rong Boye.
"Then I..."
"Why don't you let that boy marry you?" Rong Boye said suddenly.
Song Xiang opened his mouth wide, "Huh?"
No way.
She moved her mouth and said, "No way."
Seeing her nervousness, Rong Boye deliberately teased her, "It's not a injustice for him to join his wife Rong's family. It's an advantage for him to get both people and wealth."
Song Xiang: "..."
She crossed her hands and rubbed them vigorously, "He is... Shun Han."
"What's wrong with Yan Han? Don't want to? Tell him not to marry!"
Song Xiang was speechless.
She bit her mouth, suddenly turned around, and glanced at Nan Qing's tombstone.
"Dad, Mom is watching, don't bully others."
Rong Boye: "..."
The father and daughter looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
Rong Boye snorted, "You heartless girl, he cheated you away with just a broken ring."
Song Xiang smiled and hugged his arm, "Then what did dad use to deceive mom?"
Rong Boye narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the fields in the distance, "Your mother is not easy to lie to..."
…
The father and daughter talked in low voices until twelve o'clock, when Rong Zhe came over and reminded them.
The chatter stopped abruptly.
Rong Zhe cleared his throat and said, "If you don't have lunch in front of my wife, she will be unhappy."
Rong Boye frowned and remained silent.
Song Xiang was also a little reluctant and turned around to look at the tombstone intently.
She took out a pebble from her pocket. She took it from the road to Rong's house when she went out.