In the ward, Mother Song was lying on the hospital bed dying, conscious and on the verge of collapse, holding Mother Chu's hand, and kept looking at the door, "Xiao Li, is he here?" ”

Chu's mother and Aunt Song have been best friends for life, and when they learned that Aunt Song was dying soon, they immediately cried "It's almost time, Ah Ci called and said that he would come soon"

After Song Li got out of the car, he wiped a handful of tears and ran desperately into the intensive care unit of the hospital, "Mom, my dad ...... him"

"Xiao Li" Song's mother breathed a sigh of relief, she was afraid, afraid that she would also pass away, leaving her son alone.

"Your father, he's gone, Xiao Li-" Seeing that her son was back, tears left crooked marks on her dry face, her father died, Song Li's heart suddenly had the feeling that the sky was falling, almost breaking the young man's back, mother and son hugged each other and cried "Mom, my son is here"

Mother Song looked at her son, who was less than eighteen years old, kneeling beside the bed, bursting into tears, extremely sad and sad, he was still so young and willful, how could he afford the Song family, and her pleading eyes fell on the parents of the Chu family, "The last time it was Xiao Li was wrong, I promise, the marriage contract of the Song and Chu families is counted"

"Xiao Li, your dad is gone, you should understand something"

"Mom has never begged anyone in her life, the company will be handed over to Uncle Xiao and Lao Chu to take care of, and I will hand it over to you when you become an adult, Xiao Li, you promise me to break up with Xu Ying"

"Ah Ci is a good boy, and he will be a good wife in the future, I hope to make Ah Ci my future daughter-in-law" Song's mother held her son's hand sadly and was about to pinch the blood marks.

Song Li was at a loss, his inner emotional entanglement continued, emotionally, he didn't like Chu Ci, he should choose the girl he liked, but reason told him that his mother's health is not good now, as if he was confessing his last words, his father died, he couldn't let his mother down, this entanglement tortured him to the point that he was about to go crazy.

Chu Ci ran to the ward, holding a bottle of water, which contained diluted spiritual liquid, maybe he could save Aunt Song's life, "Aunt Song, don't say it, take a sip of water"

Mother Song held Chu Ci's hand and grabbed her son's hand, "You will marry Ah Ci, promise me"

Song Li knelt on the cold floor, the whole person seemed to be in the cold winter wax moon, the cold wind was like a knife blowing in his heart, stabbing him painfully, abandoning his emotions, giving up Xu Ying for life, and finally obeying the family's arrangement "Okay, Mom, I promise"

Mother Song nodded with tears but relief, and spread her finger to the operating room, "Go, see your dad for the last time"

Seeing Song Li staggering away, Chu Ci opened the bottle of mineral water and handed it to Aunt Song's mouth, "Aunt Song, I know you are sad, but Uncle Song has passed away, can you bear to look at Song Li alone, Aunt Song, you want me to marry Song Li, I won't agree"

"I don't like Song Li"

"Aunt Song, did you hear, I don't agree to this marriage"

Song Zijian hurried to the door of the ward, heard these powerful words, took a deep look at the situation in the room, and walked to the morgue with his feet raised.

Chu Ci stimulated Aunt Song's vitality on the one hand, and on the other hand, she poured spiritual liquid, and soon Mother Song's original withered body seemed to be injected with vitality, her face became good-looking, and the power that suddenly gushed out from the bottom of her heart supported her and could not fall.

Aunt Song, who was originally at the end of the strong crossbow, was made by Chu Ci like this, and lived hard, and when Aunt Song fell asleep, Chu Ci breathed a sigh of relief, and the doctor came to check it and left again.

Originally, Aunt Song had a tumor in her brain, and the tumor spread after being stunned by the news of her son's relationship with Xu Ying, and now, after the news of her husband's death in a car accident, she couldn't hold it all of a sudden, and now there is Chu Ci's spiritual fluid, and her condition has finally stabilized.

The chairman of the Song Group died in a car accident, Song's mother was bedridden again, and the only son was a senior in high school.

When Chu Ci saw him again, it was at Uncle Song's funeral, Song Li, who had experienced great changes in his family, was embarrassed and completely lost his former unruliness.

Song's mother had surgery and is still in a coma.

Uncle Song settled in the soil and became a handful of loess.

In front of the black-and-white photo on the tombstone, at this time, everyone was immersed in grief, Song Li knelt on the ground and cried like a baby, grief over his father's death, worry about his mother, anxiety about the future and sadness about the end of a first love.

"Xiao Li, I don't know, are you okay?" Xu Ying cried and threw herself into Song Li's arms, hugging him tightly, as if this would give him warmth.

"After the college entrance examination, I will marry Chu Ci"

Xu Ying looked at him in disbelief, "Xiao Li, didn't you say that you would like me forever?" Chinese New Year's Eve, our simple can rings, watching fireworks together, promising each other's future, have you forgotten? How can you marry another woman"

"I'm sorry, let's break up" Song Li remembered his promise to his mother, and pushed away his beloved girl like a knife.

Chu Ci stood in the middle of the crowd, calmly watching Xu Ying, who was dressed in a white dress, breaking into the cemetery, crying to appease Song Li, the two of them made a fuss as if they were parting from life and death, and left here impatiently.

This cemetery was surrounded by a maple forest, the breeze was blowing, rustling, and the soles of his feet were full of yellow maple leaves, Chu Ci remembered Gu Cheng's tomb bed, and sang softly:

I know that eternal death is coming, and I am not sad

In the pine forest lies my wishes

There is a sea below, and it looks like a pool from afar

A little bit with me is the afternoon sun

Man's time is over, and man's life is long

I should rest in between

People who walked by said that the branches were low

People who walked by said that the branches were growing

Late at night, Song Zijian returned home, the living room of the Song family was full of wine bottles, the half-drunk Song Li made a wine gap, his hair was messy like a chicken nest, and he was paralyzed on the sofa like a dead pig, "Little uncle, I am out of love"

"I'm not a filial son, let alone a qualified boyfriend, Xu Ying is right, I am domineering and arrogant and lawless because my family has money, but without the identity of the rich second generation, I am useless, little uncle, you say, am I a coward" Song Li still can't forget the desperate eyes when Xu Ying left, let alone her mother who was still undergoing chemotherapy in the hospital.

Song Zijian sat silently at the other end of the sofa, this young man he watched grow up, he has always been unscrupulous, and now he has learned to reflect, the death of his eldest brother made him climb out of the honey jar, experiencing decadence and pain, ups and downs.

No one perceived it more clearly than Song Zijian.

Song Li grew up.

"No one expected your father's death, you have done a good job, as for your marriage contract with Chu Ci, after the college entrance examination, I will deal with it" Song Zijian said the marriage contract, his fingertips paused for a second for an uncheckable moment, and his face changed again and again.

Song Li turned over and sat up with a grunt, "Deal with it, how to deal with it, my mother forced me to marry her, you know, I don't like her, hypocritical, hypocritical, contrived, but she suddenly seems to have changed recently, and she didn't bother me anymore, maybe it was her means to get away with it, and wanted to lure me into the bait"

"You think too much, she doesn't like you" Rao is Song Zijian sympathizes with his nephew who has just lost his father, but he can't tolerate Chu Ci being slandered like this, how narcissistic this nephew is, to be so self-righteous, I really think that I am a fragrant bait, and everyone wants to take a bite.

Song Li subconsciously retorted, "Impossible, since I was a child, she has been sticking to me, elementary school, junior high school, high school, I hate when others mention my relationship with Chu Ci, every time a female friend appears around me, she will be excluded by Chu Ci, I hate that my mother always puts my name and Chu Ci together, she is a haunting nightmare"

"Slap" Song Zijian really couldn't help but hit his nephew on the back of the head, "What you said is biased, I remember, when you were in elementary school, you were a fat man and were rejected by your classmates, and only Chu Ci stood up to protect you"

"Later, no matter how windy or rainy, she accompanies you to lose weight"

"When you play games all night and your sister-in-law scolds you, she will cover it up for you"

"When you were in junior high school, you grew up, entered adolescence, and began to care about other people's opinions and became alienated from Chu Ci"

"But I do know that by your side, there is only Chu Ci who has always been with you from beginning to end, just like in the past" just changed suddenly.

"You really grew up together, I don't know when you were in high school, you fell in love with Xu Ying, and Chu Ci, she ......" Song Zijian inexplicably thought of that drunken night, and the charming woman shouted one after another, and her heart was grabbed by an invisible big hand.

She fell in love with others, Rao is as steady as Song Zijian couldn't help but be sour, that resentment was stunned to smoke Song Li away from him, Song Li was not deaf and blind, he didn't pay attention to it before, but now he feels that something is wrong with the little uncle, and suddenly an incredible thought came to mind, "Little uncle, you won't like Chu Ci, right?"

"No, it won't"

The most secret thoughts in his heart were revealed, and Song Zijian suddenly breathed a sigh of relief "yes"

"How so?" Song Li grew his mouth and was dumbfounded, it was really hard to imagine that this little uncle, who was very self-contained on the surface, but was actually the most deserted, actually liked Chu Ci, is today April Fool's Day?

"She's fine" Song Zijian thought of the coquettish trickery when the person was holding the homework to talk about the topic, the bright and dazzling when he was holding the pen and drawing, the enthusiasm for his family and friends, and always had a great hope for life.

Song Zijian got up and went upstairs, and sighed secretly, Xiao Li, giving up Chu Ci is the most wrong thing you have ever done in your life, and I will not give you any chance to redeem it.

In the room on the second floor, Chu Ci was originally carrying English words, he was very sleepy, he fell asleep on a pillow, the textbook in his hand fell little by little, and when he was about to slide off the bed, he was grabbed by a big hand and placed on the bedside table.

Song Zijian took off his headphones, and there was a notebook on the desk, on which a poem was written in a beautiful font, which was Gu Cheng's tombbed.