Hearing footsteps again, Song Shengsheng came back to his senses and quickly popped out of his head from behind his tombstone.

The person who came was Song Jianghe.

Song Shengsheng was stunned again, although the two people she saw today surprised her, but when she saw Song Jianghe, it was more complicated.

At this moment, Song Jianghe was standing in front of the tombstone, looking at the bunch of sunflowers placed in front of the tombstone and frowning slightly, who had come to see the sound?

After looking at it in a daze for a while, Song Jianghe squatted down and put the flowers he brought in front of the tombstone.

"Shengsheng, Dad has come to see you." Song Jianghe said in a hoarse voice.

Song Shengsheng looked at it with such a serious expression, in fact, she couldn't tell what kind of atmosphere should be between herself and Song Jianghe.

Song Jianghe has no feelings for her mother, so she quickly remarried after her mother's unexpected death.

She once thought that her father liked Lin Xue, otherwise how could he choose to ignore her or even reprimand her when he was bullied by Lin Xue and Song Niannian?

But later she found out that her father didn't love Lin Xue either, or it wasn't that he didn't love Lin Xue, but compared with Lin Xue, there were things that he cherished more.

Whether it is her or Song Niannian, in fact, she is not liked by Song Jianghe, what Song Jianghe wants has always been a son!

But even if Song Jianghe is as plain as his two daughters, Song Niannian at least has Lin Xue, and their mother and daughter are enough to completely exclude her from the Song family.

So over the years, the relationship between her and Song Jianghe has become weaker and weaker, and she is moving in an irreparable direction.

She once thought that when she got married, she would form a new family with Lu Yunfan, and she would never go back to that home.

But now that she is dead, she has not had time to completely get rid of the Song family, she is dead.

It's just that Song Shengsheng doesn't understand why this father, who didn't like him in the first place, felt sad after his death.

Since he doesn't like himself, then whether she is dead or alive, why does he care?

Song Jianghe looked at the photo of Song Shengsheng on the tombstone, and didn't say a word, and in his mind, he couldn't help but think of when Song Shengsheng just learned to call his father.

At that time, she was like a repeater, whether he was with her or not, she would keep calling her father.

At that time, her mother had not yet died, and she was even jealous because she called her father first.

Song Jianghe doesn't know when he started to be stranger and stranger to this daughter.

Just staring at the tombstone for a long time, Song Jianghe's eyes were stained with red bloodshots, but his face was still indifferent, as if he would always be that indestructible man.

Song Jianghe said in a deep voice: "Shengsheng, I am not a qualified father, I hope you can be reincarnated into a happy family in your next life, with a mother who loves you and a father who loves you." ”

Song Shengsheng was already in a very complicated mood, and when he suddenly heard the big capacity say this, he couldn't help but reddened his eyes, and his heart was full of grievances and anger.

She's dead, doesn't it seem hypocritical to come here and say these things?

Song Sheng was so angry that tears fell from his eyes.

Song Jianghe had already stood up, and finally glanced at the tombstone condescendingly, "Shengsheng take good care of yourself, Dad will go first." ”

After Song Jianghe finished speaking, he turned around and left without looking back.

Song Shengsheng was still standing next to the tombstone, looking at the back of Song Jianghe leaving, she suddenly felt that Song Jianghe's back looked a little lonely.

……

Song Shengsheng stayed by her tombstone day after day, she didn't believe in gods and Buddhas when she was still alive, but when she became a wisp of soul, she didn't believe it.

But she died but there was no way to reincarnate, no one, no, there should be no ghost to tell her what was going on, so Song Shengsheng didn't know why he couldn't be reincarnated.

So day after day when she was guarding her tombstone, Song Shengsheng was guessing why she couldn't be reincarnated.

Finally she thought of a possibility.

Maybe it was because she was killed, so she couldn't go to reincarnation.

So how can she be reincarnated? Will she wait for Song Niannian and Lu Yunfan to be brought to justice before she can be reincarnated?

But how did she let Song Niannian and Lu Yunfan be caught by the police?

She couldn't even get too far from her own tombstone, what was she going to do, what else could she do?

Song Shengsheng was very helpless about this.

In the time when he didn't think of a way, Song Shengsheng leaned against his tombstone and thought wildly.

……

At the end of October, the weather was getting colder and colder, but Song Shengsheng was just a wisp of soul now, she was not afraid of the cold, but the wind was very strong on the mountain, and the sound of "swish" was really a disturbance to Song Shengsheng.

When she was about to fall asleep in a daze, Song Shengsheng heard a voice in front of the tombstone again, and she subconsciously looked back.

It was already past nine o'clock at night, and there were only a few lights on the mountain, and when Song Shengsheng looked back, he still recognized who it was at a glance.

It's a feast.

Seeing him, Song Shengsheng felt that her little heart had missed a beat, and she stared at Yan Jinghua with her eyes, guessing why Yan Jinghua came over.

Yan Jinghua still brought a bunch of sunflowers over, he put the sunflowers in front of the tombstone, and then half-squatted down, looking at the photo of Song Shengsheng on the tombstone seriously.

"Shengsheng, are you okay?" Yan Jinghua asked in a hoarse voice.

However, no one could answer him, and Yan Jinghua waited for a long time before continuing: "Today is my birthday, and many people have given me a birthday, but I am not happy at all. ”

Yan Jinghua stretched out his hand again, the last time he also wanted to touch Song Shengsheng's photo, but finally stopped.

This time, Yan Jinghua still stopped, and just when Song Shengsheng thought that Yan Jinghua would give up, Yan Jinghua's fingers trembled and fell on Song Shengsheng's photo.

"Shengsheng, I miss you very much, I miss you very much." Yan Jinghua stepped forward slightly and pressed his forehead against the tombstone.

Song Shengsheng heard reluctance and nostalgia from Yan Jinghua's tone.

Even though he already knew last time that Yan Jinghua might like him, and hearing Yan Jinghua's loving voice again, Song Shengsheng still felt unbelievable.

How could Yan Jinghua like himself?

Yan Jinghua's forehead rested on the tombstone for a long time, and just when Song Shengsheng wondered if Yan Jinghua was asleep, Yan Jinghua suddenly said: "Shengsheng, I have already found some clues." ”

"Whoever kills you, I will definitely make the other party pay!" Yan Jinghua gritted his teeth and swore solemnly.