Song Hongfeng slept badly all night and woke up crying from time to time.
He looked overly frightened.
Of course, Song Hongfeng did this on purpose.
She wanted to win Song Xiuyuan's pity.
In fact, she did a good job. Song Xiuyuan stayed by her bed several times when she woke up, patiently comforting her.
As time passed, Song Hongfeng finally fell asleep uncontrollably.
Originally, Song Hongfeng thought that Song Xiuyuan was still guarding her bed when she woke up, but who knew he wasn't.
She quickly ran out of the room: "Third brother! Third brother!"
Song Xiuyuan came down from upstairs wearing a black suit.
When he saw the barefooted Song Hongfeng, he frowned and walked over quickly: "Why are you going downstairs barefoot? Go back to the room quickly."
Song Hongfeng didn't. She jumped directly into Song Xiuyuan's arms, blinked, and tears filled her eyes: "Third brother, I opened my eyes and didn't see you, so I was very flustered."
"I will always be there."
Song Xiuyuan picked up Song Hongfeng and carried her back to the room.
Then he pulled the quilt over and wrapped it around her.
"I've already called the maid, and she'll be here to cook for you soon. Just rest for a while and you'll be fine."
Song Hongfeng suddenly sensed that something was wrong, and asked with some regret: "Third brother, do you still want to go out now?"
"Well, I have something to do."
"But I'm still very scared. Third brother, can't you push things aside?"
Song Xiuyuan said: "If you are afraid, why not call your best friends and ask them to come and accompany me."
"I want you to stay with me, third brother, okay?"
If he heard Song Hongfeng say something like this on weekdays, Song Xiuyuan would be very happy, but that was really not the case today.
She pulled Song Hongfeng's hand down: "Hongfeng, be obedient. I really have something else to do."
After that, he gave Song Hongfeng a few more words and left in a hurry.
Song Hongfeng was particularly angry. She wanted to know what was more important than her.
Suddenly, I think of today.
April 26th.
The death anniversary of Lai Ching Chi.
The expression on Song Hongfeng's face suddenly darkened.
He kept saying that he would protect her and prevent her from being wronged, but what was the result?
A dead person's death anniversary is more important than hers!
The weather today is not very good, it is drizzling, and the pedestrians on the road are in a hurry, let alone a place like Qingshan Cemetery.
The rain is getting heavier, and the vegetation on the mountain looks more and more green in the rain.
Song Xiuyuan stepped on the wet steps and walked up step by step.
What Rong Jiuci asked him last night rang in his ears again.
"does it worth?"
does it worth?
He was asking himself again.
worth.
This is his answer and the only answer.
In any case, the person is dead and will never come back.
Compared with a person who can only exist in memory and turn into a handful of ashes, a living person who is naturally alive and can speak and laugh is more important.
Song Xiuyuan told himself this again and again.
However, the pain in his chest that suddenly became sharp did not tell him that.
He couldn't help but cover his chest, his straight back bent uncontrollably, and he covered his chest with both hands.
"uncle……"
At this time, a milky voice came: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Song Xiuyuan couldn't help but turn his head and saw a little guy dressed solemnly, looking at him worriedly with his big eyes open.
Song Xiuyuan was stunned and looked at this little guy blankly.
It's obviously the first time I've met this little guy, but I don't know why I feel so close to him.
Xiaobao saw that Song Xiuyuan had been dumbfounded, and couldn't help but reach out and cover Song Xiuyuan's forehead.
"I don't have a fever." His bun-like face wrinkled into a ball: "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing that Song Xiuyuan remained silent, Xiaobao was even more worried.
Is this uncle a mute?
"Xiaobao."
A soft voice sounded, with urgency: "Xiaobao, where have you been?"
When Xiaobao heard Mommy's voice, he immediately raised his voice and said, "Mommy, I am here. There is an uncle who is not feeling well here."
Ning Yichu came over quickly when he heard his son's voice.
She first pulled her son over, touched his head and little hands to make sure he was okay, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiaobao tugged on Ning Yichu's sleeve: "Mommy, look at uncle quickly."
"good."
Ning Yichu responded with concern on his face: "This gentleman..."
As soon as she started speaking, Ning Yichu stopped abruptly. When she saw Song Xiuyuan's face clearly, Ning Yichu's pupils involuntarily tightened.
From the day she returned to Rongcheng, she knew that she and him would meet one day, but she never thought that it would be in such a sudden situation.
Especially when we met with Xiaobao.
Ning Yichu pinched his palms hard to calm himself down.
She was like a stranger meeting Song Xiuyuan for the first time, with an expression on her face that she had contacted him thousands of times.
"Sir, how are you? What's wrong with you? Do you have any family members coming with you? Do you need me to call an ambulance for you?"
Ning Yichu said a lot, but Song Xiuyuan didn't hear a word.
His head was buzzing.
Qingzi...
After he reacted, he rushed over and held Ning Yichu in his arms.
"Qingzi...Qingzi..."
He had always regarded Qingzi's departure as an insignificant matter, but when she appeared in front of him, Song Xiuyuan realized that this was not the case.
He lied to himself.
After three years of marriage, Li Qingzi had already integrated into his life as pervasively as air.
Her departure was a crushing blow to him.
Now she's back.
She is finally back.
Song Xiuyuan hugged her tightly, sniffing her scent greedily, wishing he could melt her into his bones.
"Well--"
Song Xiuyuan suddenly groaned in pain. He let go uncontrollably and covered his lower body. The sharp pain between his legs made him bend like a shrimp.
Ning Yichu looked at him condescendingly: "Are you awake?"
Song Xiuyuan heard the sound and raised his head. Only then did he realize that the young woman in front of him had a face that was very unfamiliar to him.
She looked at him with eyes full of coldness and disgust.
Not Qingzi.
No matter how sad she was, she would never look at him like this.
"Mommy."
Xiaobao glanced at Ning Yichu with some fear.
"It's okay." Ning Yichu touched her son's little head comfortingly. She pulled her son away without looking at the man again.
Song Xiuyuan watched the mother and son walking away. They stepped down the steps step by step, and finally disappeared on the stairs. He couldn't help but chase them a few steps, trying to keep them.
When he realized what he was doing, Song Xiuyuan stopped in his tracks.
What is he doing?
are you crazy?
To entangle a woman like this.
He should have known long ago that Qingzi was no longer here.
Even if she was not dead, she would never appear in front of him.