Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

I don't know how many desperate and depressed days have passed, Song Yiliang knows that he finally lived up to her hopes and lived well.

Now, he could finally go and see her.

He knew that his time was running out.

Fifty years have passed, and if she is still there, they will also be a golden wedding.

He thought he wouldn't be able to hold on, but time slowly wore away his desire to go with her, leaving him full of fetters and longing.

Song Yiliang slowly sat up from the bed, put on his glasses and quietly looked at the beautiful and delicate garden outside the window, and only started to freshen up after a long time.

He took the trousers he had ironed the night before, put on the meticulously polished leather shoes by the bedside, picked up the coat on the hanger, and touched the old-fashioned Morse on the comb, which was shiny and shiny.

Even in the most difficult times in the past, he maintained such a way of life, as if he was still the former major general, and he knew that she loved to see his handsome appearance the most.

"Father."

"Brother-in-law."

He slowly walked out of the bedroom and saw Zhao Xinhou and Song Qinggui standing there, Song Qinggui was wearing a straight military uniform, and Zhao Xinhou was wearing a black suit.

Song Yiliang nodded, did not speak, and slowly sat down at the dining table.

Song Qinggui is used to him like this, since his mother left, the once handsome and unparalleled major general rarely smiled again, and he didn't even like to communicate with people.

Breakfast went on slowly in a silent atmosphere, and Song Yiliang suddenly opened his mouth unprecedentedly: "Today is your mother's sacrifice day." ”

"Yes, so my uncle and I came to pick you up early in the morning." Song Qinggui stopped what he was doing and said seriously.

When Zhao Xinhou heard the little uncle, he still didn't hold back, and almost squirted out the milk in his mouth.

Song Qinggui glanced at him lightly and did not speak.

After breakfast, the three of them drove to the cemetery in the suburbs.

During the war, air raids continued, and when the war was completely over, Song Yiliang could no longer find her grave, and now only a well-dressed grave was erected.

There was a light rain in the sky, like smoke and fog, like the weather on the day of the funeral.

Song Yiliang looked out of the car window and said lightly: "Qinggui, how many years have you lost your wife?" ”

Song Qinggui was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "It's been more than forty years, I can't remember it clearly." ”

"It's forty-five years." Song Yiliang's eyes still fell outside the car window.

Song Qinggui didn't expect his father to remember the time so clearly, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Xinhou has never been married, so how can I go to meet your sister." Song Yiliang slowly retracted his gaze and glanced at Zhao Xinhou.

With just one glance, Zhao Xinhou instantly felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, cold sweat was dripping, he wanted to speak, opened his mouth, and didn't spit out a word for a long time.

"I won't say much, you guys are a little measured."

Zhao Xinhou and Song Qinggui glanced at each other, and they both saw the panic in each other's eyes, and only after a while did they speak: "Yes." ”

Song Yiliang slowly closed his eyes, and the familiar figure gradually appeared in his mind, soon, soon.

The continuous rain shrouded the cemetery, which made people feel dull.

"Heqing, I've come to see you with Xinhou and Qing." Song Yiliang put the flower in his hand in front of the tombstone, looked at the flower-like smile on the stele, and sighed softly.

Zhao Xinhou and Song Qinggui each said a few words, and they were chased away by Song Yiliang: "You guys go out first, I'll talk to your mother for a while." ”

The two of them had something hidden in their hearts, nodded and left.

"Look, I've done everything you asked me to do, and I'm not afraid to see you now." Song Yiliang squatted down, slowly took out a handkerchief and wiped the photo on the tombstone, and laughed softly.

After she died, he found a letter of introduction from her things, which was from Yan'an, so he returned to Yan'an with Xinhou and Qing, and although life was very difficult, he could see hope.

The organization introduced him to the object several times, but he refused.

Over time, everyone knew that he could no longer tolerate others except for his deceased wife.

When he retired, he was already a military commander, Song Qinggui and Zhao Xinhou also served as soldiers, but during the Vietnam War, Xinhou injured his arm, and it was difficult to hold a gun anymore, so he also retired from the army.

"Heqing, you lied to me. You said I couldn't find you, so I went to Chongqing. But I've been in Chongqing all my life, and I haven't found you. ”

"Elion, I'm back."

The familiar voice suddenly appeared behind him, and Song Yiliang turned his head suddenly, but saw the woman in the cheongsam looking at him with a smile.

Tears fell inadvertently, and he slowly stood up, but refused to look at her again.

He missed her so much, since she left, he never shed a single tear, but when he really saw her, the grievances in his heart came up like a river.

Ying Qi stepped forward in a little panic, and she finally asked Lu Xin to send her over, because the spirit in her body could sense that his limit was approaching.

Her fair and delicate hand gently caressed his wrinkled face, she was still so young, but he was already old.

"I'm old, I don't look good." Song Yiliang still didn't want to face her, and whispered.

Ju Qi's throat was sour, and he forcibly twisted his face towards himself, and said softly: "No, in my heart, you will always be the most handsome." ”

I was about to leave, and I saw her.

"Are you here to pick me up?" The person he misses day and night is now in front of him, "I miss you so much." ”

He sat down next to her by the flower bed next to the tomb, and he gently traced her eyebrows with his fingers: "You let me live well, and I did it." ”

is like a child who has done the right thing, there is a bit of complacency in his tone, but only he knows the depression he has experienced.

The tombstone was engraved with "The Tomb of the Deceased Wife Zhao Heqing", and after only a glance, Ying Qi felt sour.

He held her hand tightly and whispered many things.

Fifty years have passed, and there are so many things he wants to say, but he only feels that his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and his voice is getting weaker and weaker.

Ju Qi hugged him in his arms and said softly, "I'm sorry for you." ”

"You...... Can you tell me who you are? Song Yiliang's vision was blurred a little bit, as if he was holding on to his last breath, after seeing her, all his expectations were instantly satisfied, and in this life, he had no regrets.

He knew that if he didn't ask at this time, he would never have a chance again.

Maki blinked his dry eyes and said softly: "My name is Maki Qi, the Maki of the Flowers, the seventh of July." ”

"...... the seventh " he muttered the name in a low voice, and after a lifetime, he finally knew her name.

There was a light rain in the sky, as fine as silk, like smoke.

He has only loved one person in his life, a man named Maki Qi.