Mrs. Song kowtowed to the Taoist chief to thank her, hugged Song Qingzhi and leaned against the threshold in a daze, and sat all night, Song Qingzhi's ten fingers were grinding so that the bones were about to come out, and the blood was blurry, Mrs. Song knew that Song Qingzhi was probably awake, and ran to dig a grave on the tomb of Xi Yao to confirm. The truth is always cruel and tender.

Since Song Qingzhi was born, Mrs. Song has hoped that he can grow up well, she does not ask Song Qingzhi to hold Qingyunzhi, but only hopes that Song Qingzhi can grow up safely.

After that, Song Qing held all his thoughts and was bent on death, only hoping to go underground as soon as possible to be the companion of the former miserable underworld.

The person was losing weight day by day, and gradually withered away from his human form, only a pair of eyes were hollowly open, begging Mrs. Song to bury him and Xi Yao together.

It is already a medicine stone without vain, and it is lifeless. Mrs. Song knelt at the head of the bed, begging Song Qingzhi to live for the sake of her pregnancy and birth to him in September, Song Qingzhi was unmoved, or he had left his body and did not love everything in the world.

Mrs. Song wiped away her tears, pulled her hair, cleaned up Song Qingzhi again, put on Song Qingzhi's favorite lake blue clothes, caressed Song Qingzhi's sunken face lovingly, as gentle as before, "Liu'er, my mother will go with you, Xi Miao also likes the food and snacks made by my mother, mother, accompany the two of you, the three of us are together, my mother still makes clothes and embroiders purses for you all day long, listens to you read, and watches you grow up playing." Tears rained down Song Qingzhi's face.

Mrs. Song hugged Song Qingzhi hard, "Liu'er, it's good to wait for my mother." "Pick up the knife and stab it in the heart.

Song Qingzhi suddenly returned to his senses, and grabbed the knife with the last strength of his body, "Mother, don't." "Blood spilled a bed, mother and son both mourned the ancient debt" Liu'er, for the sake of the mother's life, you will go to see Xi Miao in the next life, the mother only has you as a son, if you go, take your mother, you can't live without your mother, your mother will accompany you forever." ”

"Mother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... It's me who is not filial, but, Xi Miao is dead, mother, Xi Yao is dead, he doesn't want me anymore, mother. Song Qingzhi cried loudly, "Mother, Xi Miao is dead, why, why did you leave me alone." ”

Mrs. Song finally saved Song Qingzhi's life with her will to die, and that year was unforgettable for the mother and son.

Mrs. Song accompanied Song Qingzhi to recover his health little by little, and the daily topic of the mother and son was how Xi Miao had been, since they were five years old, and they had been together for ten years.

Mrs. Song encouraged Song Qingzhi to cheer up optimistically every day, telling Song Qingzhi that Xi Miao was watching his words and deeds in the sky, and told Song Qingzhi that only when he grew up and took charge of himself could he investigate the cause of Xi Miao's strange death, so that Xi Miao could settle his grievances and have peace of mind. For such a goal, Song Qingzhi tried his best to survive.

In the second year, he walked as usual, and General Song also returned to the imperial capital, so Song Qingzhi said goodbye to Mrs. Song and went out to study, and repeatedly assured Mrs. Song that he would come back alive and high, so that Mrs. Song could rest assured.

Once he went, he was five spring and autumn seasons, and when he came back, he was already full of splendid but unfazed Song Qingzhi.

He will definitely not be able to accept Huan's knees in the future, it is really fortunate to have these younger brothers and sisters, otherwise there is no way out.

"Mother. Song Qingzhi knocked on the door.

"Brother. "Big sister Song?? Overjoyed, he opened the door, "Brother, you're back." Jumping out of the door lively, he grabbed Song Qingzhi's arm, "Brother, is it a gift for me?" Asked coquettishly

Song Qingzhi glanced at the top of her head, "Is it too early for your ceremony?" ”

"Mother, I'll just say it, my eldest brother must remember it. "Song?? happily pulled Mrs. Song's arm and shook it, "Big brother loves me the most, right, right." ”

"Yes, don't shake it. Mrs. Song patted her hand, "I'll talk to your eldest brother, you go and play with Jun'er." ”

"Well, okay, Brother Tang still bet with me that my eldest brother doesn't remember me and Jiji, so I'll go to him to settle accounts. "Song?? Flew away like a butterfly.

Mrs. Song smiled and sighed, "With this temperament, it's not easy to find a husband." ”

"Started looking at people?" Song Qingzhi lay on the recliner and finally relaxed.

Mrs. Song took the felt and covered it for him, "It's too late, it's not that you have to let her marry early." ”

"The four sons of the senior brother's family are good, and they have become more stable over the years, worthy of it?? Child. ”

"Do you know that people haven't booked it?" Mrs. Song snorted.

"It's set, what do I still say to my mother, two years ago, for?? Son, the boy begged to come to me. I didn't agree. On the day of the trip, please ask your sister-in-law to come over and see each other. "Two years ago, it happened that he brought ?? went to Ruan Shangshu's house to pay New Year's greetings, and was seen by Ruan Yuxuan. "The Ruan family's style is mellow and simple, suitable for?? The character of the child. ”

"Well, otherwise, you won't be able to raise a woman as good as your Aunt Gu. Mrs. Song suddenly stopped, she shouldn't mention the Gu family. She bent down and patted Song Qingzhi, "Mother has no intention." ”

Mrs. Song hesitated, "What happy thing did Liu'er encounter?"

"Why does my mother ask that?" Song Qing smiled lightly, or her mother was keen.

"You were born to me, your eyes have not been bright for ten years, all thoughts are gray, and now they are shining, as clear and vivid as they were back then. But I met the person I liked. ”

"Sure enough, knowing his son Mo Ruomu, my father didn't fail to see it. It is indeed a long-cherished wish fulfilled. Song Qingzhi got down from the recliner, lifted his clothes and knelt down, "Mother, if you are not filial Song Qingzhi, I'm afraid you won't be able to give birth to a grandson." I beg your pardon. ”

"Hurry up, my mother has never forced your relatives. Mother knows. Even if she didn't know it at first, when Song Qingzhi almost couldn't save herself, she understood thoroughly that Liu'er was not a brother's tenderness to Ximiao, but a gentle love.

When the news of Xi Yao's death came, Song Qingzhi never believed it, Xi Yao's body was transported back to Beijing, Song Qingzhi saw it with his own eyes and refused to believe it, he refused to face the reality, and still lived in the illusion that Xi Yao and Uncle Gu went to Hunan to take office.

He refused to go to the mourning hall, nor did he refuse to put a stick of incense on Xi Yao, he stubbornly insisted on his own opinion, and wrote letters to Xi Yao stupidly all day long, thinking about whether Xi Yao walked twenty miles or thirty miles today, whether he took the waterway boat or rode a horse and walked the official road, and did not eat or close his eyes. No matter how much Mrs. Song persuaded her, it was to no avail. Song Qingzhi couldn't hear anything, and he couldn't listen to it.

On the day Xi Yao was buried, Song Qingzhi was completely crazy, blocking the burial procession, tearing up the white flags, and smashing the coffin, "Xi Yao is not dead, no, you lie to me, he is not dead." Crying and wailing over and over again, the subordinates pulled him down, Song Qingzhi held the coffin and his ten fingers were dripping with blood and refused to let go, "Fake, all fake, Xi Miao is still on the road, he is not dead, not dead." Song Qingzhi's screams were terrifying.

In the end, it was Xi Yao's father who knocked Song Qingzhi unconscious, and let people follow him all the way to the tomb of Xi Yao.

At the age of fifteen, it was a teenager who sang and walked, but Gu Ximiao slept underground, and his life stagnated at the age of fifteen.

Song Qingzhi summoned the family and whispered a few words, "Go." ”

At this moment, the people who were drunk and dreamed of death in the Pinjin Cave probably would not have guessed that the Criminal Department would suddenly thoroughly investigate the chaos of officials and prostitutes, and severely punish them. It's just because Lord Squire failed to talk to his beloved.

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