The old man closed his eyes and his face was peaceful, and under him lay the big bed that had been with her for most of her life. She was very impressed by the big bed, Song Chu also slept when she was young, she was still young at that time, the bed was very high, and she had to step on a small bench every time to climb up. On the wooden cabinet in front of the window, there are still things that Song brought to the old man during the New Year at the beginning of the year, and he hasn't had time to open the seal yet.

Just without any preparation, the old man died. Uncle Song Chu cried sadly, and kept saying: "In the morning, my mother said that I wanted to eat wild vegetable noodles, and I said that I would dig them when spring begins." But tonight she left, and I didn't even make her anything she wanted to eat before she left. ”

Song Yanheng stood in the noisy courtyard, looked at the courtyard illuminated by the lights, and sighed slightly. On the day of the Chinese New Year, he met Song Chu's grandmother, the old man was fine at the time, and he gave him a red envelope, why did he suddenly pass away?

Song Chu cried all night, and his eyes were swollen. I couldn't eat, and my white and powdery skin became turmeric overnight, and there was a dark green under my red eyes.

They have a lot of Song family, and Song Yanheng doesn't need to arrange things, and Song Yanheng doesn't worry about it, he is just worried about whether Song Chu can bear it. Early in the morning of the sixteenth morning, Jiang Yunfei and the others called Song Yanheng and asked what happened. and Shen Xiaoan asked him about the arrangement of his work. Song Yanheng was perfunctory, and finally called Zhao Zhilin calmly.

Song Yanheng talked about the situation here, and finally said the ultimate purpose of his phone call - when he encounters sad things, Song Chu will have a bad appetite, and he will be busy here for a while, and no one will seriously prepare to eat, Song Yanheng wants to let the aunt at home come over to take care of Song Chu for a while.

Zhao Zhilin was accompanying Song Yunmao to an event. Everyone at the venue had bright smiles, she stood in front of the window and looked at the red and festive carpet outside the hotel door downstairs, not daring to reveal too much worry about Song Chu. On this occasion, even the slightest affection must be reasonable. It's just that when she heard Song Yanheng discuss with her about asking for an aunt, Zhao Zhilin was still obviously stunned.

Song Yanheng said to Zhao Zhilin: "This incident happened suddenly, and the love at the beginning of the year was very bad. From last night until noon today, she didn't eat anything. The family on her side is busy, and they are all in a hurry to deal with it, and they can cook something to eat. At the beginning of the year, my appetite was not good, so I couldn't eat it anymore. So I wanted my aunt at home to come and take care of her for two days. You and my dad are not at home for the past few days, and when you go back, the matter here is almost over, and Auntie can go back. ”

Song Yanheng's words were logical, his resignation was reasonable, and he did not offend his elders, as if he was unusually calm. But Zhao Zhilin heard the concern for Song Chu's early years in and out of the words, and Zhao Zhilin heard it clearly.

Song Yanheng was good to Song Chu, but when the two were in front of Zhao Zhilin and Song Yunmao, they were both plain and intimate. So that time, Song gave Zhao Zhilin a jade bracelet bought by Song Yanheng at the beginning of the year, and Zhao Zhilin didn't pay too much attention to it. Even Zhao Zhilin let the two celebrate the New Year together.

Now Zhao Zhilin listened to Song Yanheng's tone, and his heart was terrified.

Zhao Zhilin answered the phone for a long time, and Song Yunmao personally looked for it. Zhao Zhilin's face was originally heavy, but as soon as she saw Song Yunmao, her cloudy face turned light, and her smile was gentle and generous: "It's cold here, why did you come out?" ”

"Why did you call for so long?"

Zhao Zhilin replied disapprerovingly: "At the beginning of the year, my grandmother passed away, so I just called me." Sister Zhang was idle at home, and I was afraid that she wouldn't be able to eat, so I asked Sister Zhang to take care of her for two days. When Zhao Zhilin said this, he showed his concern for Song Chu in a timely manner, but he was not sad about it.

Song Yunmao didn't say anything, and returned to the venue with Zhao Zhilin.

In the past few days in R City, the weather has been gloomy and cloudy. But it didn't snow. Song Chu ate the soup sent by Song Yanheng and left the room. In the main hall of the courtyard, the dark coffin was parked there, and paper money was burned in front, and the sister-in-law of the early Song Dynasty was guarding there. The yellow light shone silently on this qiē.

Song said to Song Yanheng at the beginning of the year: "Let's go out for a walk." ”

Song Chu has been almost bored in the room for the past few days, and Song Yanheng has this intention and nodded in agreement.

Idyllic path, long and quiet. Two rows of sparse trees were planted, and a green vegetable garden was cut out in front of a yard by the roadside, surrounded by a hedge.

Song Chu quietly walked to the end of the road, turned a corner, and arrived at a wasted yard overgrown with weeds. Song Chu stood in this courtyard at the beginning of the year, and his weak figure was barren.

"In this courtyard, there is a madman living there. I don't know where it went. And the courtyard was deserted. When I was a child, a group of us didn't dare to come here, and I don't know who first spread the rumor that there were ghosts here. Every time I walk here, I can't help but look inside, and I feel that this place is terrifying. ”

Song Yanheng looked at Song Chuchu with deep warmth.

"Actually, I'm already familiar with funerals. It was my grandfather who brought me up since I was a child. My grandmother was not in good health and could not cook, so he got up at five o'clock every day to make breakfast for me.

It's my dad again. Now, it's my grandmother again. It's only been three times, and it's not much. But there are only a few people close to you. My grandmother is old, and I have long been prepared for her death. People always have to die, but it's just a common thing. But when it does, I'm still very sad. I'm so scared that they will all end up leaving me one by one, and there will be no one left. ”

In the evening when the darkness gradually swallowed up, Song Chu stood in this grassy courtyard, crying in the silence and depressed and sad. Her dark blue coat was blown by the wind, like a rippling sea, standing hard in the barrenness.

A strand of hair was stuck to Song Chu's cheek with tears, Song Yanheng endured it for a long time, sighed slightly or reached out to gently brush away the strand of hair, and then took Song Chuchu into his arms.

After that kiss, Song Yanheng originally thought that he would retreat from Song Chu in the future. Now I still have the opportunity to hold her in my arms, but I feel that my heart hurts and warms.

Song Yanheng was very tall, and Song Chu only reached below his shoulders, and a face was buried in Song Yanheng's chest. Song Yanheng stroked Song Chu's soft hair, and his voice was full of deep concern: "Don't worry. You're still with your mom, you're here, you're with your friends. In the future, you can still live a carefree and free life. ”

Song Chuchu leaned on Song Yanheng's arms, grabbed his sleeve and cried muffled. Song Yanheng stood there silently, letting Song Chu's tears flow on his clothes.

P.S. I didn't forget how entangled Jì was when I wrote this section. Go to the library café every day and modify it over and over again~