When people are alive, they are either infinite in scenery or ordinary, and their life trajectories are varied, and there are always various lives waiting for them. Some people struggle, some people are sluggish, some people are confused, even so, it seems that the sun still rises in the east and falls from the west, and the days pass slowly like flowing water, and nothing has changed.

After death, it is the same end, either buried or cremated, and in the end it is buried in the ground and becomes a billet of loess. The difference may simply be the wood of the coffin, or the location of the cemetery, but in general, they are all the same.

Song Yiran was wearing a black windbreaker and stood in front of Old Man Song's tombstone, speechless for a long time.

In the early eighties, the cemetery system was not perfect, and many details had to be constantly communicated with the management office. Fortunately, the conversation went relatively smoothly, and the old man Song finally settled in the ground, and a piece of her heart disease also went.

"Yes, don't think too much. ”

Lei Qianjun saw Song Yiran's loneliness in his eyes.

She was not sad or angry, but she was extremely lonely! When she came back from Daqingshan and brought back the old man's ashes, her mood was not high. Now that the old man is buried, she is not sad, after all, the old man has been dead for many years, and the pain of losing his relatives has long been healed.

But Lei Qianjun could feel the loneliness in her heart, as if a spiritual pillar had collapsed.

Song Yiran took a deep breath and tried to show a smile, "I'm fine." ”

Lei Qianjun nodded, did not speak, he had plenty of time, but he had been with Song Yiran.

"Grandpa!" In her heart, Song Anlu is the old man of Song, and Song Yiran only has this one name for Song Anlu in front of everyone.

Song Yiran looked at the location next to Old Man Song's tomb, and his heart felt a little flustered. She also bought this cemetery and bought it for Song Qinghe. Although I don't know when Song Qinghe will be buried, Song Yiran knows that she has to do this!

"We're leaving, I'll come to see you when we have time!, and I'm going to clean up the scum for you. "For you, for you.

She couldn't say a lot of words, but she made a solemn promise in her heart, and she believed that Old Man Song could hear it.

Song Yiran held Lei Qianjun's hand and felt the strength, "Let's go!"

The two of them held hands and walked out of the cemetery without looking back.

Song Yiran didn't go back to the compound for a few days, and went back to the ancestral house to live in the evening. Deng Zhiqi and Xu Xuewen were arranged by Lei Qianjun to go elsewhere, and Song Yiran took time out every day to give Xu Xuewen an acupuncture to prevent him from poisoning.

During the day, she helped Old Man Song buy a cemetery and deal with the burial. At night, she began to stare at Dai Yueshan, even if she didn't need to go out in person for this job, but she just wanted to go by herself, and no one could stop her.

"My mom has been telling you to go back to live several times. ”

Song Yiran smiled, and there was a hint of brightness in his eyes: "You thank Auntie for me, but I really don't want to go back during this time! You just say that I am studying my homework and have to take an exam! Of course, the quiet environment is more suitable." You help me talk to my aunt, and when this is over, I'll go see her. ”

"I'm really afraid of you!" Lei Qianjun complained slightly, in fact, he also wanted Song Yiran to return to the compound as soon as possible, so that he didn't have to worry about her!

"What are your plans for tonight?" Lei Qianjun sighed softly, "Ranran, you should take a good rest, I'm afraid that if you're so busy day and night, your body will not be able to bear it." ”

Even if there is room to be around, life should not be like this!

Song Yiran sighed, "If I don't find out the identity of the eldest prince, I won't be able to sleep and eat! If Dai Yueshan is not removed for a day, I will not be able to feel at ease for a day!" She was afraid that she would not be able to explain to Song Qinghe, who had died unjustly.

If there were not inextricable links involved, if she didn't want to know the identity of the mastermind behind the scenes, she could rush to Dai Yueshan's house anytime and anywhere, take this scum away without alarming anyone, beat him up and couldn't take care of himself, and let him go to Song Qinghe's grave to confess.

But she can't, she wants to know the identity of the eldest prince, and she has to dig out what they want from the Song family!

"These things can't be solved all at once, I hope you don't put too much pressure on yourself! We still have time, huh?" Lei Qianjun knew Song Yiran and knew that she wanted to finish all the affairs of Haishi before going to the capital.

But they still have more than three months to go, and everything is still in time.

Song Yiran exhaled a breath of turbidity, "Okay, then I won't go anywhere tonight, go back to the ancestral house and rest for a night." ”

"I'll be with you. ”

Song Yiran frowned and teased: "Comrade, it's a violation of discipline for you to not return home at night like this. ”

"It's not negotiable. "It's not the first time that the two of them have lived together, anyway, they sleep in their own rooms, and they don't take a step beyond the thunder pool, what is there to say!

Even Lei Jun and Xu Yinghong knew it, and both of them knew that Lei Qianjun was not the kind of person who was irresponsible, but young people, in love, where was there anyone who was not impulsive? It's just that they were afraid that their son would not look good, so they didn't pick out what to say, and they still beat it secretly.

"So, do you buy groceries and go back to eat, or eat outside?"

Song Yiran doesn't like to cook, she really had no choice in Daqingshan before, so she cooked by herself.

"Let's eat outside!" Lei Qianjun said, "Take you to eat sheep scorpions." ”

Song Yiran couldn't help laughing, this is good, even cleaning the dishes is saved.

The depressed mood has dissipated somewhat, and presumably after eating the sheep scorpion, this depressed mood will dissipate even more.

For powerful people like Song Yiran and Lei Qianjun, eating sheep and scorpions is really not a big deal. But for most people in this era, a meal of sheep and scorpions is their salary for several days, and if they don't encounter something worth happy and celebrating, they are really reluctant to consume.

There were not many people in the store, so the two of them ordered food and waited beautifully.

The milky white soup pot is served with a fragrant aroma.

Because Song Yiran has not had a good rest recently, Lei Qianjun was worried that her stomach would not be able to stand it, so she didn't order red oil and spicy food, and thoughtfully chose this old soup base.

A bottle of beer, accompanied by three catties of sheep and scorpions, two cold dishes, and one catty of dumplings, two people ate to their heart's content.

Song Yiran felt that her mood was about to fly! She never denied that she was a foodie, and when she was depressed, she had a beautiful meal, and that feeling was not a cool word to describe.

It's just that the good mood that just flew up suddenly came to naught when he returned to the ancestral house.

Looking at the two people in front of him, Song Yiran's eyes were scurrying, "Why are you here?"

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