Song Qingyu applied for a special visit, and at this moment she and Song Yuan sat face to face.

In the face of Song Yuan's deliberately provocative and angry words, Song Qingyu did not have any superfluous expressions on his face.

She frowned indifferently, pushed the document in her hand over, and said concisely: "Sign." ”

Song Yuan's expression gradually became cold, and his hands that were handcuffed together couldn't move, so he could only roar angrily: "Song Qingyu!" You slut! ”

"Quiet!" The prison guards immediately warned him.

The corners of Song Yuan's mouth twitched, obviously angry, but soon he calmed down and sat back in his place: "If you want me to sign, you have to get me out of this hellish place!" Otherwise, you'll never want to get my stake in Song's! ”

Song Qingyu was noisy by Song Yuan, frowned slightly, covered her lips and coughed lightly, and after her breathing gradually slowed down, she raised her eyes to look at Song Yuan, her eyes were cold: "Song Yuan, what qualifications do you have to threaten me?" ”

Song Yuan didn't expect her to talk to him like this, his chest rose and fell violently, but in the current situation, he could only swallow his anger: "Yuyu, no matter how you say it, we are also father and daughter." Can you bear to let your father die in prison for the rest of his life? You have the blood I left behind, and no matter what happens, the blood relationship can't be changed. ”

Song Qingyu's expression was cold, and his tone was disgusted: "Your blood makes me feel sick." ”

Song Yuan said angrily: "Song Qingyu! Don't be embarrassed, if you want me to sign, get me out! Otherwise......"

"Song Yuan, I don't have time to listen to your nonsense here." Song Qingyu glanced at him lightly: "If you don't sign the share transfer agreement, I don't mind adding a few more charges to re-prosecute you, so that you will be sentenced to death indefinitely." ”

Song Yuan was stunned, his eyes seemed to be about to eat Song Qingyu, and he said viciously: "Song Qingyu, do you have to kill them all!" ”

"To sign - or not to sign?" Song Qingyu asked.

Song Yuan gritted his teeth and stared at Song Qingyu for several seconds, and finally picked up the pen on the table and signed his name on it.

Song Qingyu waited for him to finish, took back the documents with an expressionless face, sorted them out one by one and put them back into the file bag, just as she got up and was about to leave, Song Yuan suddenly spoke-

"I'll see your mom when I have time."

Song Qingyu turned his head suddenly, his eyes were sharp, and he looked directly at Song Yuan.

Song Yuan pulled his lips and smiled, his eyes were full of cruelty.

After the two looked at each other for a few seconds, Song Qingyu slowly withdrew her gaze and turned to leave.

When he got out of the prison, a wind blew in his face, and Song Qingyu closed his eyes.

Fu Bei opened the umbrella to help her block the wind and escort her to the car.

Song Qingyu sat in the car, her eyes always looking out of the window.

Song Yuan would not suddenly mention Song Ning, and Song Qingyu had a kind of surprise in her heart.

And the seeds of suspicion, once planted, grow into towering trees almost immediately.

Song Qingyu said coldly: "Go to the North Lane Cemetery." ”

Fu Bei turned the head of the car and drove in the opposite direction.

In the North Lane Cemetery, Song Qingyu's two closest relatives lived, and her mother and grandfather were permanently placed here after their death.

Song Qingyu lifted his foot in the car and said to Fu Bei: "Wait for me here." ”

Fu Bei nodded: "Okay." ”

Song Qingyu walked in alone, she hadn't been here for more than half a year.

In previous years, when she came over, she would always pick a sunny day, because then she would not be lonely and sad in her heart.

When people encounter good weather, they will also get better.

Song Qingyu has never seen her mother, but her mother died because of herself, if Song Ning had no dystocia and no pregnancy, perhaps, she would not have left so early.

Every time she came to the cemetery, Song Qingyu faced Song Ning, and her guilt was greater than sadness.

And Song Qingyu's grandfather hurt her very much when he was there, but unfortunately as soon as Song Ning left, her grandfather was extremely sad, causing his body to collapse all of a sudden, and watching Song was taken away, the old man left with his daughter after a few years.

Leaving Song Qingyu as a child, it was difficult to move forward in the huge Song family, which should have belonged to her.

The tombs of Song Ning and Song Zhi are connected.

As early as when Song Qingyu became an adult, the inscription on the tombstone was replaced, from son-in-law and husband to daughter and granddaughter.

Song Qingyu bought two bouquets of flowers at the entrance of the cemetery, and when she looked up at the sky, she smiled: "It's a good weather." ”

She walked slowly, more slowly than ever, but no matter how slow she was, she would always come.

Song Qingyu put the flowers in front of the tombstone, then wiped the dust off the tombstone with a handkerchief, and said a word to Song Zhi's tomb before looking at Song Ning's tombstone.

The photo on the tombstone was personally selected by Song Qingyu, and it was the only photo left by Song Ning, and it was also the one that was cut by Song Wei.

Even Song Wei didn't know that the photo of Song Qingyu as a baby was actually stolen from the tombstone, and she found the camera hall and made a copy.

She then put the original photo back on the tombstone, while the photocopy was left at home.

Song Qingyu slowly bent down and put her fingers on the edge of the stone under the tombstone, and now in order to make it easier to place the ashes, the cemetery has adopted a chimeric mausoleum.

With a single lift of the edge with a tool, the tomb box can be opened.

Song Qingyu got the tools from the staff of the cemetery, but she kept a bent posture and did not move.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Song Qingyu finally moved, and she lifted the slate little by little.

When she saw the well-preserved tomb box inside, Song Qingyu's fingertips trembled, she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there was no hesitant look on her face, and her fingertips flicked and gently opened the tomb box.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, dark clouds covered the sun, and a cloudy wind blew in my ears.

Song Qingyu was stunned suddenly, her eyes stared blankly at the empty box, and her mind was like a storm sweeping by, unable to calm down.

She froze in place for a long time before she gradually came back to her senses.

Song Qingyu quickly put the tomb box back, and the moment she turned around, her footsteps staggered suddenly, and she fell to the ground, she didn't care about the pain, got up from the ground and walked forward quickly.

She has to go back, go back to the prison, and ask Song Yuan what the hell is going on!

Fu Bei caught a glimpse of the white holy dress stained with a lot of dust, and twisted his eyebrows.

"Fu Bei, go back to prison!"

Song Qingyu's voice was eager and panicked.

Fu Bei's speed of driving has increased a lot.