Song Yiliang pursed his thin lips and did not agree for a long time.

She leaned softly in his arms, the long eyelashes on the closed were not as thick and curly as they were at the beginning, and there were still blue and black marks under the eyelids, she saw that he was silent for a long time, and held his hand almost pleadingly: "Promise me, okay." ”

How could he be willing to make her sad, no matter how difficult it was, he nodded after all.

When she saw him bow, she smiled contentedly.

Why is she so cruel, letting him stay here alone, and still want him to live well.

Song Yiliang suppressed the sourness in his throat, clenched her cold hand, and whispered softly: "I found a school for Xinhou and Ah Xin, and I can go to class when school starts in September." ”

"You said you wanted to eat Pingqiao tofu two days ago, I found a master who makes Huaiyang cuisine, and I will be able to come to the door tomorrow."

"The mound for my father-in-law has been erected, when would you like to go and see it?"

There was a long silence, no one responded to him, he held her hand and couldn't stop trembling, she wanted him to live well, but without her, how could he live well.

He thought he would shed tears, but he didn't, his eyes were red and his eyes were dry, but there was not a tear.

It turned out that at this moment, he was much calmer than he imagined.

I don't know how long it took to hold her like this, and the body of the person in her arms gradually became cold.

He gently put her on the bed, she was so light, like wings, she had lost weight rapidly in the past month, and the original cheongsam was no longer graceful on her body.

There were all kinds of her favorite cosmetics in front of the dressing mirror, in fact, he wanted to tell her that she was beautiful without makeup, but he didn't have a chance.

He had so much to do with her that he didn't have a chance.

Applying powder, eyebrows, and lips, when she puts on makeup on weekdays, he just looks at it quietly, and after watching it for a long time, it will be gone.

She loves beauty the most, why did she come and go like that?

He couldn't bear to let her have the slightest regret, and his long fingers held on to Danqi lipstick to moisten her pale lips red, which looked no different from before.

She was lying on the bed, as if she was asleep, her makeup was exquisite, her fragrance was striking, and she was wearing her best-looking cheongsam, as if she would wake up in the next second, looking at him with a smile, and whispering that she had deceived you.

Major General Song's wife died, and the news spread throughout the upper class of Chongqing society.

Some people have pity, some people regret it, but many more people rejoice.

Major General Song's appearance is first-class handsome, and he is also a major general, as soon as he heard that his newlywed wife died, many official wives couldn't help but be overjoyed, and they were thinking about how to introduce their daughters and nieces to him.

Warrant Officer Yu inquired about the news every day, and all the questions were what kind of woman Song Yiliang liked.

That's it, people.

The bones of the dead are not cold, and the living are ready.

The person who can cry in the mourning hall is only giving Song Yiliang's face.

The mourning hall was placed in the Song Mansion, and the sun was shining for a month, and on the day Mrs. Song went, it was dark clouds covering the sun, and the sky was drizzling.

The continuous rain made people irritable, but it did not hinder the footsteps of the people who came to mourn, and the traffic in front of the Song Mansion was busy, and everyone had sad faces and solemn expressions.

Song Yiliang is still wearing a straight military uniform, his originally handsome face looks a lot tougher because of the slag on his chin that has not yet been cleaned, his eyes are deep, his expression is indifferent, he doesn't know what he is thinking, which makes people feel a little alienated inexplicably.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, under the instruction of her mother, walked slowly towards Song Yiliang, with a pair of big eyes and a smile, and her eyes were slightly red: "Major General Song, please mourn." ”

Her shy and timid look made Song Yiliang look sideways, his eyes stared at her fixedly, and he chuckled lightly for a while, how long had Heqing been going, and these people had already begun to calculate.

But what kind of thing is she, how can she compare to Heqing.

Song Yiliang's thin lips condensed a trace of arc that seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Miss is erudite, I don't know if you have ever read Yuan Hao's "Yanqiu Ci"? ”

"That kind of feudal dross......" the girl said.

"The sky is also jealous, I don't believe it, and the warblers and swallows are all loess." A few sneers flowed from Song Yiliang's lips, and he no longer paid attention to the girl.

Ying'er swallows are all loess, and he also wants to go with her, and they all turn into a handful of loess, but he promised her, he can't break his word, even if it is bitter, he has to hold on.

But he didn't know how long he would last.

Song Yiliang looked up at the rainy sky, a little distracted.

Such a stormy and miserable day is very similar to the day he and her first met.

At that time, she was still a flamboyant eldest lady, and she was spoiled by the sky, and he only glanced at her, and her little face under the umbrella was slightly red.

He casually retracted his gaze, the daughter of the commander's family, with a pampered temper, married a wife and a virtuous man, he couldn't look down on it.

Later, she began to stalk, and even persuaded the commander to get engaged, and his dislike for her deepened.

It's just that he didn't expect that the person he swore would never look at in this life would become an existence that he would never forget in his heart.

It's retribution, retribution for his presumptuous conclusions and youthful frivolity.

In the evening, both Nobuhou and Ah Xin knelt in the mourning hall to keep vigil.

It is only at night that the loneliness from the bottom of his heart makes people more desperate, and during the day, he can still be busy greeting those who come to mourn and hypnotize himself a little.

Such self-deception is infinitely magnified when no one is around, he looks at her photo for a moment, smiling like a flower, she seems to be the eldest lady who will laugh at him.

For some reason, he laughed sullenly, the world is really impermanent.

Shinhou's cry gradually pulled back his thoughts, and he pursed his lips, his eyes dim.

"Ah Xin, would you like to be my son?" Song Yiliang's eyes fell fixedly on the photo of the mourning hall, and there was no emotion in his voice.

Ah Xin was shocked, looked at Xinhou, who was crying breathlessly, and nodded solemnly: "I do." ”

He wanted to stay by Zhao Xinhou's side, he had Sister Zhao to protect him before, but now that Sister Zhao is gone, he doesn't know what position to stay here.

Song Yiliang bowed slightly, and said calmly: "Go and kowtow to your mother." ”

"The mother is above, and the son kowtows to his mother......"

The sound of Ah Xin kowtowing to Heqing echoed in the mourning hall, Song Yiliang took out a cigarette from his pocket, and just lit it, the soft voice seemed to sound in his ears again to remind him not to smoke, the corners of his lips gradually overflowed with a wry smile, she was gone, but she still changed him, stunned for a moment, he still pinched out the cigarette in his hand and threw it away.

After Ah Xin kowtowed to Zhao Heqing's tablet, he kowtowed to Song Yiliang: "Father." ”

Song Yiliang nodded expressionlessly: "From today onwards, your name is Song Qinggui." ”

Song Qing returned, sent Qing Gui.

She was never Zhao Heqing, but in the end, he still couldn't ask, who was she?