Song Ye's white moonlight stand-in, I'm not right

Chapter 125 The Day of Death
Qi Yue looked at the phone with slightly squinted eyes, and there were stars flowing in her eyes, emitting a lustrous light.

A certain actress surnamed Zhao played the role of a new film star, and the actress was photographed playing big names on the set.

Who is so good, rushing to send her material.

Qi Yue saved this Weibo, watched the entire mosaic video, and recorded a screen.

Some people just like to be unconventional and show their differences everywhere. In fact, there is only one embroidered pillow, which is useless except for being beautiful.

After drinking a few glasses of spirits, his thoughts gradually blurred.Qi Yue put down the cup and went into the bedroom, and lay down again.

Song Yan woke up at six o'clock and fell asleep for a few hours. He got off the plane early in the morning and entered the set.

I spent all my energy in traveling to and from three places in two days, and now I am exhausted.

Song Yan wanted to lose his temper and asked for a cell phone from Xu Zhen, but Xu Zhen pulled his face, looking angrier than him, Song Yan opened his mouth, but finally swallowed it all.

Qi Yue woke up naturally after falling asleep. After a hangover, she had a headache. While rubbing her temples, she got out of bed and poured herself a glass of water.

The phone was quiet and there were no calls or text messages.

Qi Yue turned her head and looked out of the window, the sky was black and lifeless, the wind roared from the sky, the runners came over, causing waves, the dust was rolled up into the air, and swirled and danced , lost the eyes of passers-by.

In the afternoon, the sky was covered with snowflakes.She changed into a black woolen coat and wide-leg jeans.She ate downstairs and took a taxi to Viking Hill.

Today is the [-]-day anniversary of Song Zhaoyan's death.

The flower shop at the foot of the mountain was still open, and Qi Yue went in and bought a large bouquet of chamomile, Shen Yin liked this chrysanthemum, and Song Zhaoyan loved Wujiwu.

Walking all the way up the mountain, at the top of the mountain, she hesitated for a few minutes before stepping onto the last step.

The cemetery is cleaned every day, and the bluestone road is very clean, without a trace of weeds. She walked along the way, and the thin layer of snow was stepped on the soles of her feet and scattered in all directions.

Finally, they came to the tombstones of Song Zhaoyan and Shen Yin. Many chrysanthemums and tributes were placed in front of the tombstones of both of them. It seemed that someone had already come.

Qi Yue walked over and placed the chamomile on a small open space between the two tombstones, bent down and bowed.

Since the last time he was buried, she hadn't seen him for nearly a hundred days.

The photo on the tombstone is still the same photo. The corners of the person’s lips are pursed into a faint smile, and the bright eyes are looking at the camera. The person looking at the photo seems to be looking at him through the camera.

Song Zhaoyan doesn't often like to take pictures, and this posthumous photo was scanned from his ID card.This person likes to smile no matter what, and his eyes are as gentle as water.

To say that Song Zhaoyan is Qi Yue's white moonlight is not an exaggeration at all.Song Zhaoyan does not fight or grab, treats everyone equally, distinguishes good from bad, and knows how to measure.

Qi Yue stood in front of the tombstone for a while, the wind was so strong that it blew up the corner of her coat and messed up her hair.The wind and sand were rolled up and hit the face, which was slightly painful.

She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her coat, looking at the people in the photo with red eye circles, and felt that life was really like a drama, with twists and turns hidden in the ordinary and sudden.

Song Zhaoyan left quietly without telling everyone, and then surprised everyone.

Qi Yue sometimes wondered, if Song Zhaoyan didn't leave her that letter, and Song Zhaoyan died in Shenxi, wouldn't she not know that he had left until now, and then she could deceive herself and wait for Song Zhaoyan to play During the process, I found time to send her postcards and letters.

If she hadn't been to Shenxi personally, Qi Yue might not be able to understand Song Zhaoyan until now.

Qi Yue took out a stack of postcards from her coat pocket. She bought them in Shenxi. Most of these postcards have been painted by her and placed in the studio. Now the back of the postcards is densely written with words, all of which are written by her. It was written in one stroke.

"I asked Song Yan, and he said that there is no postcard from Shenxi in your belongings, so I brought it here."

"You like Shenxi so much, you must like these things too."

"I wrote something in it. For so many years, I haven't said a lot of things. Taking this opportunity, I will pretend that you know."

She took out the lighter and lit the postcard. The tongue of flame licked her fingernails, and a little bit of flesh at the fingertips turned white.

As if she couldn't feel the pain, Qi Yue stubbornly pinched the postcard until the flames burned her palm.

"It hurts so much." Qi Yue murmured, she was still there, and she would still feel the pain, but no one would comfort her immediately when she was in pain.

After the postcard was burned to ashes, she looked down at the gray-brown residue, and said, "Actually, I know you already know what I'm thinking. The letter you left is to completely destroy my life." Fantasy."

"Teacher, you succeeded."

The residue was quickly blown away by the wind, and Qi Yue didn't have time to clean it up. She sighed, and it seemed that she was about to cause trouble for the cleaners again.

There is a faint scent of flowers in the air, and the smell of yellow and white chrysanthemums has completely covered up the fragrance of chamomile.

Qi Yue rolled up her coat, "Teacher, I'm leaving."

It was dusk, and there was no one in Weijing Mountain, so she stepped down the mountain ladder by the light of the flashlight alone.

A few days after the [-]-day anniversary of Song Zhaoyan's death, Nie Wenjun called her back on the grounds of Qitian's birthday.

Qi Yue didn't want to go back at first, she just planned to buy a congratulatory gift and send it there, but after much deliberation, she was afraid that Nie Wenjun would slander her vigorously when asked about it by the guests, so she decided to go back.

Qi Yue bought the gift one day in advance, and arrived at Qi's house around noon the next day.

She dressed up specially today, wearing a handmade beige coat, and carrying a limited edition bag that was expensive as hell from a certain brand.

When she arrived, she stared at the empty doorway in a daze.

In my impression, because Qi Tian is in business, he has quite a lot of property. On his birthday, there are quite a lot of people who come to his birthday party. What happened today? Did everyone not drive here or the party venue is not here?

She walked in with doubts, the villa was deserted, and she didn't want anyone to hold a birthday party here.

"Second Miss, you're back!" The aunt who had been with Qi Yue since she was a child saw her coming in and rushed out to welcome her.

Qi Yue said "um", and walked into the room, "Mom Zhao, where are my parents?"

Zhao Ma smiled and said, "Here, I'm waiting for you in the living room."

When Qi Yue went in, Nie Wenjun, Qi Tian, ​​Qi Huan, and Cheng Zhi were all there.

"Dad, happy birthday." Qi Yue said calmly, not intending to stay longer.

Qi Tian raised his head to look at her, with no joy on his face.

"Sit down, Yueyue, tell me about you, you're here, what gift do you bring?" Nie Wenjun called her to sit down, and at the same time made Zhao Ma's face make her accept the gift in Qiyue's hand.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Qi Yue looked at Nie Wenjun with brown eyes, and then took the initiative to give the gift to Zhao Mama, walked to Qi Huan and sat down, and finally took off the bag and put it in a conspicuous place.

(End of this chapter)