Tears ran down her face and into the pillow, wet, and she felt a sense of relief when she closed her eyes.

"Song Shenyan." Xie Tangyu's hanging bottle was already half-opened, and the person was a little conscious, and his hand touched her face.

"What's wrong?" He noticed that she was crying.

Originally, he was very tense, but at this moment, when he asked so carefully, Song Shenyan cried loudly, and her crying echoed throughout the room.

But this time, she was not helpless, not grief, but a relief.

"Song Tan is dead." Her voice gradually lowered, and she hiccuped, tears had dried on her face, and she smiled as she shrank into his arms.

"How? Are you feeling better? ”

It would take another hour for this bottle of hanging water, and he would have woken up from his coma.

"I originally thought that she shouldn't die so simply, she shouldn't die so easily, she should be miserable, uncomfortable, and spend her only life in every day of torment, but now, she is dead, and I feel really happy."

"She doesn't deserve to live, she should be rotten in that jar that no one cares about, no one looks at her, no one remembers her, no one will feel pity. Died quietly. ”

She came out of his chest and lay flat with her eyes on the ceiling, an expression that was hard to say, like the relief of someone with an addiction receiving an antidote.

"But when she died, my mother could not be resurrected, and she was buried in that unknown land for more than ten years, and I lay in this suite and wept for her, and I could do nothing for her." Song Shenyan's tears began to fall again, she cried, her nose and eyes were red, and under the strong shell, there was only a broken heart that could not be glued.

"None of them remember her, and they will only regret when they talk about it, they will only think of her being so beautiful and moving at the age of twenty, and finally it is a pity to say to me that you are really like her."

"You remember, you will remember for the rest of your life." Xie Tangyu ignored his hand that was dripping, hugged the person tightly, the blood flowed backwards in the needle, and went back.

When the doctor extubated, Xie Tangyu's fever subsided a lot, and he was also a little sweaty.

Even Song Shenyan was a little sweaty, and she was pulled back into the bed when she just got up to take a shower.

"The doctor said I needed to sweat and it got better fast." His voice was low, staring at her mouth seductively, and then he bit hard.

She hissed in pain, didn't push it away, but enjoyed it a little, and when he let go, a bloody wound on his mouth looked very deep, but in fact it was just a broken skin, and the realism of the pain made Song Shenyan no longer indulge in the emotions of the past.

"If you want to sweat, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it for a while." Her slender fingers slipped through her pajamas, like nimble snakes, touching his flesh, smooth and delicate.

"I'm only afraid you'll beg for mercy." He pressed her hands above her head.

The sun was shining on the ground in the sky outside, and the curtains were made of sheer yarn, so that you could not see what was going on inside, but you could see a blurred outline.

Song Shenyan's hand hung on the edge of the bed, numbly wanting to move, but Xie Tangyu bit her shoulder tightly and didn't give her any chance to let her mind fly.

She never said that in bed, she was easily distracted, because that was when she took off her disguise and relaxed completely.

"I want to be handcuffed by you." She snapped into a remark.

Xie Tangyu's back was sweating profusely, he straightened his waist, touched her ankles, and then turned over and pressed the person on his body violently, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Think I'm not interesting enough?" ”

"No, I just wanted to experience how you felt in your apartment that day." She smiled and buried her head in the pillow.

Xie Tangyu didn't reply to her, just covered his head and smashed the words in her mouth, and couldn't even say a complete sentence, and when it was finally over, he lay down, and the hands of the two people wearing rings overlapped and clenched.

"That day, you locked my heart on you, and I would like to be in it for the rest of my life."

In the afternoon, Song Shenyan arrived in Sichuan City by plane, and the last time he came here was because of Aunt Qing's matter.

Song Tan's location was very vague, just wrote about Chuancheng, but Chuancheng was very big, and she asked many people about the photos she took at that time, and they all said they didn't know.

She was about to ask someone to check it again, when suddenly the old woman at the head of a small door said, "This is the Temple of Blessing." ”

Her voice was mixed with the turbidity of the sense of age, plus a little Sichuan sound, Song Shenyan didn't react for a while, it was a couple who were doing business next to the front room, selling breakfast, no one was resting in the afternoon, and the proprietress who was fiddling with the remaining buns walked over and took a look: "It's quite similar, but now it's been demolished and can't be recognized." ”

"The Blessing Temple in Tuan Village?" She was surprised.

"That's right, there is only a prayer temple in the whole Sichuan City, although there are many temples in other places, but their incense is the best and purest, little girl, are you going to take a photo?"

The woman asked her with a smile, thinking that the girl standing in front of her was really beautiful.

Then the conversation changed: "Do you have a boyfriend, my son is very handsome, do you want to know him." ”

"You person, a girl came to ask for directions, how did you get involved in this, don't be scared."

"Oops." The woman still has to say.

Song Shenyan thanked the grandmother and the couple, and then replied: "I'm married." ”

Then go to the direction of the bus in Tuan Village.

"It's so early to get married, and now there are not many young people who get married so early." The woman thinks it's a pity, this girl is too beautiful, and the child she gave birth to must be good-looking.

The buses in Tuan Village are fixed, 9 o'clock in the morning, 10 o'clock in the morning, 3 o'clock in the afternoon, 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

It's half past five now, and the fastest is tomorrow morning.

She didn't want to wait, the black car driver on the side looked at her and was eager to try: "Where to go, I charge fairly." ”

Song Shenyan glanced at him and didn't take his words to heart: "No need." ”

The driver looked at the direction she was staring at was the route of Tuan Village, and began to sell himself again: "That place is ripe, my sister will marry there, let's go, give me fifty yuan and you will be there in half an hour." ”

"I want your car, I don't want you, I'll drive it myself."

The location near this is partial, it is a bus stop from Sichuan City to various villages, and this kind of black car is everywhere.

"Oops, it's not small, that's not good." The driver looked down on her.

The phone jingled, and she dialed the call.

"On the trail to the right of the station."

Boom, the phone hung up.

She saw the big G, which had been modified, and it was still his usual style.

"Here we are." She climbed into the co-pilot unceremoniously, really climbing.

"Let's go." Huo Yan roared and stepped on the accelerator.