Seeing that she was holding on, Song Zhiyuan didn't expose it, took out a document from her bag and bent over and put it on the table, "I don't know what Mrs. Zhou said to my mother that day, but you should be very interested in these things." ”

"What can I say to your mother, it's just a reminiscence." Su Mujun's eyes dodged slightly, but he looked quite shocked.

Because she was sure that there was no third person at the time, no one could prove that she said something that stimulated Liu Mengyun.

Song Zhiyuan smiled, didn't speak, and slowly straightened up.

Then, turn around and leave.

Su Mujun didn't expect her to leave like this, and picked up the documents on the table suspiciously.

At a glance, the blood in her body seemed to be frozen in an instant, and her breath seemed to be filled with ice slag.

The above are the illegal acts found by several beauty medical institutions she invested, one by one, enough for her to sit in prison.

"No, it can't be, it's all fake!" Su Mujun trembled and stepped to chase Song Zhiyuan.

But because he was in too much of a hurry, he had just run two steps when his slippers tripped over the carpet and fell the ground.

She didn't care about the pain, looked at Song Zhiyuan's back and shouted eagerly, "You come back, I'll tell you the truth of the year, I'll tell you everything!" You're back! ”

Song Zhiyuan's footsteps paused slightly, and slowly turned to look at her, her cold eyes were full of hatred, "These words, you can keep them in and explain them." ”

……

The winter in Jinning is particularly cold, and it takes a certain amount of time to hold a funeral outdoors, Song Zhiyuan is still in the small moon and can't see the wind, Zhou Qichuan plans to set Liu Mengyun's funeral after the year.

He said, "Wife, my mother loved you the most when she was alive, and she was definitely reluctant to let you blow the cold wind." ”

"Yes, Mom loves me the most." Song Zhiyuan repeated without any emotion.

Zhou Qichuan listened sadly, held Song Zhiyuan's cold hands, and said comfortingly, "Wife, if my mother knew that you didn't care for your body so much, she would-" angry.

"I'll do my mother's funeral myself." Song Zhiyuan withdrew his hand and interrupted him lightly.

She met Zhou Qichuan's concerned eyes calmly, and said, "Sign the divorce agreement." ”

- Divorce settlement.

Zhou Qichuan's heart sank suddenly, and he hugged Song Zhiyuan into his arms, hugging him tightly, his hoarse voice was obviously flustered, "I don't agree to the divorce, I have already burned the agreement." Wife, let's not get a divorce, okay? ”

Leaning on his very secure embrace, Song Zhiyuan couldn't help but have a sour nose, and the word 'good' was stuck in his throat, not up or down.

"Wife, don't you want me anymore?" Zhou Qichuan asked again.

Listening to his cautious voice, Song Zhiyuan took a deep breath, suppressed the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes, and pushed him away.

"I've signed it, let's not see each other again until we go through the formalities."

"Wife, are you planning to never get along with me?" Zhou Qichuan couldn't help but redden.

Looking at Song Zhiyuan, who was also holding back his emotions, he asked again, "You still love me, right?" ”

Love?

Of course Song Zhiyuan still loves him.

was born and died together, and experienced so many things, how could she say that if she didn't love, she wouldn't love?

It's just that this love is too heavy for them.

Continuing to be with Zhou Qichuan, she will recall her mother's death again and again.

If she had agreed to divorce him at that time, her mother would not have jumped off the cliff so resolutely, and would everything still be discussed?

In the past few days, Song Zhiyuan has asked himself more than once.

But no one would give her an answer.

She doesn't know what kind of mentality she should use to face her lover in the next few decades.

I don't know how to answer the question of that day when I dream of my mother in the future.

"Wife, look at me." Zhou Qichuan took Song Zhiyuan's hand again, trying to see the clue from her face.

He knew that she couldn't get over the psychological hurdle, but he could accompany her.

No matter how long it takes, he is willing to wait.

Song Zhiyuan refused to look at him.

Zhou Qichuan couldn't hold back any longer, and hugged her in his arms, his voice hoarse, almost pleading, "I know you're uncomfortable with Mom, but it's not your fault, it's not your fault." ”

"I know." Stretching out his hand to hug him, Song Zhiyuan's voice was so light that it was almost inaudible.

But Zhou Qichuan still heard it.

A hint of joy flashed in his scarlet eyes, and before he could speak, Song Zhiyuan's next words were like a basin of cold water poured down.

"But I can't forgive myself. When I see you now, my ears ring with what my mom asked me on the day I jumped off the cliff. ”

"Zhou Qichuan, why isn't it me who died?"

- Why wasn't I the one who died?

Every word she said was like a sharp knife, slashing at Zhou Qichuan's heart, dripping with blood.

It turned out that seeing him now was torture for her.

He loves her so much, how can he be willing to see her sad?

Holding Song Zhiyuan tightly, Zhou Qichuan finally found his voice and asked, "Do you have to divorce?" ”

"Perhaps, we can separate a while—" time.

"Zhou Qichuan, let me hug you again." Song Zhiyuan didn't answer, buried his head in his chest, and talked to himself.

Her answer is already obvious.

The two of them hugged so quietly, I don't know how long it took, Song Zhiyuan let go of his hand first.

Her emotions had calmed down, but her eyes were still red, and she struggled to hook up a smile, "In the future, we all have to be fine." ”

"Okay." Zhou Qichuan repeated her words, quickly turned around, and strode away.

He was afraid that if he stayed for a second longer, he would regret the decision he had just made, lock her up and never allow her to leave.

Looking at the long back in the distance, Song Zhiyuan's emotions that had finally calmed down collapsed again, and he grabbed the quilt on his legs with both hands, crying silently.

It was as if someone had dug a big hole in her heart, and the pain made her tremble and cry, but she couldn't make any sound.

That's her lover.

Now, she's going to give up on him.

……

Liu Mengyun's funeral was scheduled for the twenty-second day of the lunar month.

The double number is auspicious, and it is also her favorite day before her death.

Because in her hometown, the twenty-fourth day of the lunar calendar is a small year, and it is also the birthday of Song Zhiyuan's grandmother.

Song Zhiyuan put down the bouquet he was holding in his hand, looked at the black and white photo of Liu Mengyun on the tombstone with a gentle smile, his eyes were slightly moist, "Mom, it's the kite that is not good, not obedient, and not taking care of you." ”

"Iris, Auntie understands that you have a hard time, and she won't blame you." Ji Yanli gently held Song Zhiyuan's shoulder, his eyes full of distress.

In less than half a month, she lost a lot of weight, and the wide mourning clothes were loosely put on her body, as if she could fly away with a gentle wind.

Song Zhiyuan nodded, didn't speak, just quietly looked at the photo on the tombstone.

It seems that Liu Mengyun is standing in front of her alive at this moment.

But dreams always wake up.

The cold wind blew, blowing the flowers placed in front of the tombstone, and also blowing Song Zhiyuan's eyes red.

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