It doesn't matter much?

Song Qingyu didn't bother to poke him.

Song Ning's illness is mostly due to depression, although she did not have surgery before, she still has half a year to live.

Xu Qingran had an accident and some verbal stimulation before she vomited blood and died.

But these are not important, Song Qingyu doesn't think that she is such a kind person, Song Ning treats her like this, and she doesn't have much mother-daughter affection for Song Ning.

Why should she waste her feelings and time for someone who doesn't love her.

Hearing the news of Song Ning's death, she didn't even feel a little extra sadness except for some sighs and accidents, she just felt that all this was a cycle of cause and effect.

Song Qingyu turned around and nestled in his arms, and whispered: "Help her bury, after all, she is from the Song family." ”

She said that she was from the Song family, but did not say that it was her mother.

Fu Wenzhou paused for a moment and said, "Well, you do it yourself?" ”

Song Qingyu said "um": "The matter of the Song family, it should be, my grandfather loved this daughter very much when he was alive, and in the line of the Song family, Song Ning is an only daughter, and the spiritual plaque will still be put into the Song ancestral hall after death, but don't make a big deal, after all, she is already a 'dead person' to the outside world." ”

Fu Wenzhou understood what she meant and said hello.

"Sleep." Song Qingyu closed her eyes, physically and mentally exhausted: "If you don't sleep again, it will be dawn." ”

Fu Wenzhou hugged her, and his voice was very soft: "Yuyu, sleep well." ”

This sleep went straight to half past ten in the morning, Song Qingyu rarely slept well again in so many days, sleepless all night, and miraculously stable.

She blinked, and then lowered her eyes consciously, only to realize that Fu Wenzhou was still massaging her.

Song Qingyu was stunned, her reaction was a little slow, and her tone became slow: "How long have you pressed me?" Are your hands sour? ”

Fu Wenzhou sat up straight, changed his posture, hugged the person into his arms, and said "um": "It's not sour." ”

Before the words fell, his lips and tongue opened Song Qingyu's lips and wanted to kiss her.

Song Qingyu hurriedly turned his head sideways to avoid this: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet!" ”

Fu Wenzhou's kiss fell into the air, and he said dissatisfiedly: "I don't dislike it." ”

Song Qingyu: "I hate myself. ”

Fu Wenzhou snorted, buried his head in Song Qingyu's neck socket, pecked and rubbed, and used the tip of his nose to sniff the smell of Song Qingyu's body.

Song Qingyu was itchy by him, dodged back, and was firmly shackled by Fu Wenzhou, unable to move.

She patted the large dog on her body with some tears and laughter: "Don't mess around, Fu Zhouzhou." ”

Fu Wenzhou's eyes narrowed, and there was a smile in his eyes: "You just called me Zhouzhou." ”

"Hmm." Song Qingyu laughed at him: "This state kid, can you let go of me?" ”

It's almost 11 o'clock, she hasn't washed yet, and she has to go to the hospital later.

Fu Wenzhou reluctantly let go of his hand, but he still followed her, and wherever the other party went, he stuck to it.

After Song Qingyu finished washing, she made a phone call to Jiang Xun.

After learning that everything was normal on the engineering side, she put down her snack a little and prepared to go to the hospital with Fu Wenzhou after lunch.

Xu Qingran has regained consciousness, although he is still lying in the ICU, he can simply express some of his needs.

The ICU is only allowed to visit once a day, Xu Qingran has no relatives and friends, Song Qingyu went in once, but the other party fell asleep, she took a look at the general situation and stayed for five minutes before coming out.

After that, he went with Fu Wenzhou to the hospital morgue, where Song Ning's body was temporarily stored.

Song Qingyu didn't plan to make a big deal, so she directly asked the crematorium to drive over and pull Song Ning's body to be cremated, and even the ceremony was done in the crematorium, and no relatives and friends arrived.

Song Qingyu handled the whole process alone.

After the ceremony, Song Qingyu held the ashes and buried Song Ning in the empty cemetery where she should have been lying down.

After closing the coffin, Song Qingyu stood at the tuyere, looked at the photo on Song Ning's tombstone and said, "Fu Wenzhou, you go to the car and wait for me." ”

Fu Wenzhou glanced at her, although he was not at ease, he still didn't say anything, turned around and walked out of the cemetery.

Song Qingyu just stood in the wind, looking at Song Ning's tombstone, and stayed for a long time.

She didn't say a word, at this moment, it seemed that all kinds of resentment, dissatisfaction, unwillingness, and so little bit of family affection that could not be meager in the past had dissipated with the wind.

She and Song Ning can't be mother and daughter after all.

Fu Wenzhou waited outside for nearly an hour before he saw Song Qingyu's thin figure.

He hurriedly went up to hug the person, and his tone was nervous and worried: "It's windy today, why do you stay alone for so long." ”

The cemetery is surrounded by mountains, there are no high-rise buildings, and the cool breeze blows unscrupulously, but fortunately, the temperature is still high today, although the wind is strong, it is not cold.

Song Qingyu raised her eyelids lightly, rested her head on Fu Wenzhou's chest, and said slowly: "It's just a little unexpected." ”

"Huh?" Fu Wenzhou's eyes were full of distress.

Song Qingyu whispered: "That tombstone used to be empty inside, but now it is not empty. ”

"Good." Fu Wenzhou said: "Yuyu is good, and me, I will always be by your side." ”

Song Qingyu said slowly: "In the future, I will really be the only one left in the Song family, but fortunately, I still have you." ”

Fu Wenzhou has really become all her spiritual support now.

Fu Wenzhou was afraid that she would continue to blow down and catch a cold, so he picked up the person as the co-pilot and stretched out his hand to drive warm.

Song Qingyu took his hand and said with a smile: "I'm not so squeamish, and it's all May, everyone else has turned on the air conditioner, and you still turn on the heating." ”

Fu Wenzhou frowned and said, "I'm afraid you'll be cold." ”

Her body is too poor to stand a little cold, and he has been blown by the wind in this cemetery for so long today, he is really afraid that she will be cold.

Song Qingyu didn't let him open it: "Don't open it." ”

Fu Wenzhou couldn't resist her, and he took off his clothes and covered Song Qingyu with anxiety, and then turned around and got into the driver's seat.

When the two arrived at the hospital, it was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon.

Song Qingyu didn't expect to meet an uninvited guest at the entrance of the hospital.