Chapter 143 Don’t speak? Then treat it as your consent
When Meng Ziyu returned home, her expression looked the same as usual. She found a glass vase and put the broken roses in it. She looked at the blood-stained card for a long time and finally put it in Song Jun's secret.
In the notebook. My fingers lingered on the notebook for a long time, but I never opened it again.
. Turned around and left, took out the hijab that was about to be embroidered from her room, sat in front of the window sill, and began to work stitch by stitch. The seriousness between her eyebrows and eyes gave her a faint halo. But every time she embroidered a few stitches, her fingers would
She was injured, but she continued to embroider regardless of her scarred hands.
"Finally the embroidery is done. Just put tassels on the four corners. Doesn't it look good?"
Meng Ziyu unfolded the hijab and looked at it. She was quite satisfied, so she subconsciously turned around and asked. She laughed to herself, put the hijab on the sofa and got up and went back to the room. Exhausted physically and mentally, she fell asleep and had a good night's sleep. In her dream
, Mencius Yuhuan
After getting married in a rich and gorgeous phoenix crown, Song Jun was beaming with joy in a bright red groom's outfit. The big red flower on his chest looked a bit funny. His tall and tall figure had a little bit of childishness, which was only seen in front of Meng Ziyu.
something revealed.
At this time, the two of them were engaged in the most important event in their lives. The bride, whose beauty was covered by a hijab, walked towards the groom step by step with the support of her mother-in-law. The warm and bright sounds of birds paying homage to the phoenix made the atmosphere more intense, and the faint sound could be heard.
The sound of birds was brisk and melodious. Just when Meng Ziyu felt that she was about to walk in front of her sweetheart, a sad and mournful sound came to her ears.
I felt like everyone around me was gone. I lifted my hijab, and the originally festive wedding hall turned into a piece of snow-white. Right in front of me was a big word 'Dian' with white characters on a black background. In the middle was a black and white picture of Song Jun.
There was a portrait, and he himself was lying upright in the ice coffin. Looking down at himself, the bright red wedding dress turned into a white mourning dress at some point.
"What's going on? Why did it become like this?"
Meng Ziyu panicked as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. She wanted to grab someone and ask, but she watched her hand pass through the person. She ran to the heartbroken Song Jun's mother, still as before, unable to hear.
She couldn't be seen. No matter how many people she called, everyone ignored her questions.
"How could this happen? How could this happen? Things shouldn't be like this."
Looking at her hands with disbelief on her face, she kept stepping back until her feet were empty. Meng Ziyu screamed and woke up from her dream. At this moment, the bell rang at the door, and she was so happy that she couldn't care less about wearing it.
Meng Ziyu jumped out of bed and opened the door. But when she opened the door and saw who was coming, the joy on her face faded a lot. Meng Ziyu’s parents learned that Song
After hearing the news of Jun's death, he was worried that something would happen to his daughter and rushed over overnight. Because it was obvious from the normal conversations with his daughter on the phone that the two had a deep relationship, and he was afraid that she would do something stupid if she couldn't think about it. A year ago
, the daughter told them to find skilled craftsmen from Jiangnan to embroider a phoenix crown and harem for her, which shows that the two have reached the point where they have promised each other for life.
"Ziyu!"
As soon as she opened the door, Meng's mother saw her daughter in a daze and couldn't help crying.
"If you cry again, my daughter will collapse."
Meng's father hurriedly stopped her, and Meng's mother held back her tears. Meng Ziyu was a little confused as to why her parents were here.
"Mom and Dad, why are you here?"
Meng Ziyu's parents looked at each other and saw deep concern in each other's eyes. Their daughter's current mental state is really worrying.
"Ziyu, are you okay?"
Meng's mother asked tentatively, only to see her daughter smile brightly: "Of course, my daughter has just embroidered the hijab. Mom, let's see how it goes."
After saying that, he walked to the sofa and picked up a piece of red silk fabric and handed it over. On the three-foot-three-wide piece of red silk, a phoenix embroidered with gold thread came to life. But for some reason, the golden phoenix had blood stains on it.
.Especially at the corner of the eye
, like a golden phoenix weeping blood. Meng’s mother grabbed her daughter’s hand, and the fingertips of her left hand were densely covered with needle holes. Just as she was about to speak, the mobile phone on the coffee table rang. It was a wedding march, which Meng Ziyu had changed half a year ago.
Yes, that was also the beginning when she started to embroider hijab.
"aunt."
The official caller was Song Jun's mother. She pondered for a moment and said, "Ziyu, about Song Jun's funeral."
Meng Ziyu glanced at his parents, then returned to the room with his cell phone. Meng Ziyu's parents pressed against the door, trying to hear something, but could hear nothing except the occasional low voice. About half of the time passed
When she was young, Meng Ziyu walked out of the room, and her emotions could not be seen from her face.
"Mom and Dad, please go to my room and sleep for a while. We will go there when it gets dark."
After saying that, she hugged the quilt and entered Song Jun's room. The remaining breath in the air was gradually getting lighter, just like the person who disappeared in his life would disappear completely one day. Meng Ziyu buried his head on Song Jun's bed,
Wanting to get some comfort from the breath above, she forced herself to fall asleep, because her boyfriend said that staying up late does irreversible damage to a girl's body, and she hoped she could sleep well every day.
"Arjun, I can't sleep."
She was thinking about it crazily. After a while, warm yellow lights lit up in the room. Meng Ziyu stood up and took out Song Jun's diary again. Also coming out was a ring box. When he opened it, there was a pair of diamond rings inside. The diamonds were not big but well-shaped.
It was very unique, and my heart ached. I walked to the bed, wrapped myself in a quilt, and sat down on the floor against the bedside table. With a slight movement of my fingers, a photo fell out of the mezzanine. It was of myself in a white dress. Memories
Start from the bottom of memory.
"Arjun, do you look good?"
The two finally had time to communicate. Although the weather was not very warm, Meng Ziyu still put on a skirt just because her boyfriend said before that she wanted to see how that white skirt would look on her body. Song Jun was crazy.
Looking at the person on the other side of the camera, Meng Ziyu couldn't help but blush when she saw the crazy look on his face.
"Sister, I didn't see it clearly just now, can you try it again?"
Song Jun's voice had a little milky sound. If his classmates heard this, they would probably laugh out loud. He quietly turned on the screen recording function with his finger. The way his sister's skirt was flying just now was so beautiful, as pure and innocent as a blooming white lily. He
Wanting to keep this beautiful scene, Meng Ziyu looked at the pedestrians around him. Although they didn't look in his direction, he was still nervous. He gritted his teeth and put his phone back up.
"Song Jun, what are you doing?"
Just when Song Jun was immersed in his sister's beauty, a high-pitched and loud voice suddenly sounded behind him. After hearing the voice on the other end, Meng Ziyu took the initiative to hang up the video. She could not delay her little boyfriend's studies in any case. Meng Ziyu's memories suddenly
After being interrupted, he reached out and touched his face, and there was warm liquid flowing. This was the first time he shed tears within 24 hours after Song Jun's death.
Ignoring the tears on my face, I hurriedly lowered my head to check the diary on my lap. Sure enough, there was liquid dripping on it, and some of the writing had become blurry. I raised my sleeves to wipe away the remaining tear stains, and used my face carefully.
The paper absorbed the water stains on it. At this time, Meng Ziyu had no intention of reading anymore, reached out to turn off the light, and sat on the ground holding the diary all night.
Meng Ziyu, who was in a haze, raised his head and subconsciously raised his hands to block the dazzling sunlight. In the past two or three minutes, his eyes, which had already adapted to the darkness, gradually accepted the light. He climbed up from the ground with difficulty, and his tailbone was a little sore. His body swayed a few times.
She was about to fall, and the numbness in her legs, like an electric current, made it difficult for her to walk. When she opened the door, she found that her parents were already waiting in the living room.
"Mom and Dad, my daughter is going to change clothes and then set off."
Meng Ziyu's parents were heartbroken when they saw their daughter's tired look. Meng Ziyu came out of the room with a completely different look. Her delicate face was lightly smeared with makeup. If they hadn't seen the red bloodshot eyes, who would have known who was in front of them all night long.
Not sleeping. Ru Mo's long hair was pulled up high, revealing her slender neck. The broken hair on the back of her head was pinned up by two pearl hairpins. She was wearing the same white dress that Song Jun had seen for thousands of years.
"Mom and Dad, let's go."
Meng's mother wanted to say something, but Meng's father stopped her with her eyes and followed her daughter silently. Meng Ziyu took her parents to a breakfast restaurant outside the community. His family's pork belly with plum and vegetable and steamed buns with pickled cabbage are thick and salty.
The oil tea and golden millet porridge were excellent. She recalled the scene when the two of them ate here together, and the sight of him gobbling it up was still in front of her eyes.
"Ziyu, please eat some too."
Seeing that her daughter didn't move her chopsticks, Meng's mother added a pickled cabbage bun and put it in front of her. Meng Ziyu, who was subconsciously refusing, saw her mother's worried eyes and swallowed the words that had reached her lips. Although she didn't have any appetite, but in order not to
Let your aging parents continue to worry about themselves
, she still picked up the fat white bun and stuffed it into her mouth. Her body reacted instinctively. In order to prevent herself from vomiting on the spot, Meng Ziyu chewed hard one bite at a time, straightened her neck slightly and swallowed it with difficulty. She pretended to be calm.
His expression looked completely different in the eyes of the parents opposite him.
"Mom and Dad, you eat slowly, I'll wait for you two outside."
After saying that, he quickly stood up and left, walked quickly to a corner, and the food he had eaten appeared on the ground in the next second. The vomiting did not stop because of this, the spasm in the stomach caused the acid water to surge up the esophagus, and there was a strong sensation in the mouth.
The sourness made Meng Ziyu frown. After she cleaned herself and the dirty floor, her parents also walked out of the breakfast shop.
There was silence along the way. The discomfort in her stomach made Meng Ziyu close her eyes and lean on the seat from the moment she got on the bus. She felt the warmth coming from her hands. When she opened her eyes, she saw her mother holding her hand.
He forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Uncle and aunt."
Song Jun's father just came back from out of town this morning, and he was still wearing a police uniform. It is said that men can't talk about tears easily. Faced with the pain of losing a son, this strong and determined man couldn't help but get red-eyed.
"Ziyu, you're here."
Song Jun's mother came over and held her hand tightly. Even though it was the end of summer, her hands shouldn't be so cold. A look of worry crept into her eyes.
"Don't worry, Auntie, I'm fine."
Meng Ziyu looked calmly at her future mother-in-law, who was destined to be with her. She would not do those stupid things, but she was still a little sad now. Give her some time and she will definitely return to her former self.
"Please have your condolences."
Meng Ziyu's parents didn't know how to comfort them, and it took them a long time to say these words of comfort. The pain of losing a child is a deep sorrow for any parent, and all the words of comfort in the world can't be comforted.
Calm the inner pain. Although the pain will
It faded with the passage of time, but the indelible scar will remain forever. Meng Ziyu looked at the mourning hall, and it was exactly the same as the scene in his dream. The difference was that there were no crowds of people coming to express condolences like flowing water, only relatives and work
Colleagues from work are here.
Leaving her and Song Jun's parents, she walked alone to the man lying quietly in the ice coffin. His modified face looked like he was asleep. If it weren't for the coldness coming from his fingertips, Meng Ziyu still couldn't believe it.
Her little boyfriend was really gone. Suddenly she smiled softly, took off the ring on her hand, opened her backpack and took out a suede ring box. Inside was a pair of wedding rings, which were in Song Jun's room before.
It was found in her bookcase. Although it was not luxurious, it was the intention of the man in front of her to punch her.
"Arjun, let's get married."
Meng Ziyu took the lead in putting the ring on herself, and the joy and sorrow at this time was like "a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix" for the two of them.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."
Gently lift up the man's stiff and cold right hand and slide it in gently.
"Look, it's just right."
Not far away, the parents of both sides looked at her actions with worry. Song Jun's mother walked over and said softly: "Ziyu, Ajun definitely doesn't want to see you like this."
"Auntie, Arjun has said long ago that he wants to marry me."
The tone was calm, and there was expectation in her eyes. Song Jun's mother didn't answer. Meng Ziyu's eyes dimmed, and she turned around and looked at Song Jun, who stood there for a long time.
Song Jun's funeral lasted for seven days. Except for the first day, Meng Ziyu never appeared again in the remaining five days, and today is the last day.
"What are you doing!"
Even Song Jun's father, who had to work hard during his son's funeral, came back from work and saw that his son's funeral hall was decorated as a wedding hall. His colleagues who came back with him felt incredible in their hearts, but they couldn't show it on their faces. Look.
When his wife took off her mourning clothes and put on the clothes of a happy mother-in-law, she walked over angrily and asked loudly.
"This is my son's last wish, I just help him realize it."
Song Jun's mother looked at her son with eyes full of love and tenderness. She took off her police uniform and she was just an ordinary mother. Then she turned to the man in front of her and said, "If you don't want to, you can leave. You don't have to stay here."
"
"You are crazy, this is not in line with folk customs!"
Song Jun's father could not accept such nonsense, and Song Jun's mother was not afraid of him at all. She turned around and said calmly: "Now I am just the mother of my son."
At this time, a black Hummer was rushing here on the road. Meng Ziyu's father was driving, and her mother was getting married. Meng Ziyu was sitting in the back seat wearing a bright red phoenix crown. Her pretty face under the hijab had a spring color, like a lake and a mountain.
There is a little daughter in the same twinkling eyes
With the joy of getting married, the slender and well-proportioned fingers that were originally folded on her legs began to tangle with each other. Seeing her daughter's uneasy look, Meng's mother's eyes turned red. In the past few days, the couple tried to persuade her day and night, but they never gave up on their daughter's intention to get married.
Thoughts to the deceased Song Jun.
Time passed little by little, and as the brakes sounded, Meng Ziyu's heart suddenly accelerated, and everyone waiting to welcome the newlyweds outside the wedding hall looked over.