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

Chapter 54

When Qi Yue woke up from the hospital, Song Yan was sitting beside her.

She stared blankly at the pale ceiling of the hospital, and the dazzling blue partition curtain appeared in her vision, and it was Song Yan who pulled the partition curtain.

Next, it was Song Yan's clear and deep voice: "Clean up when you wake up, and go burn the incense sticks."

Song Yan once again reminded her of the fact that Qi Yue was exhausted, like a stranded fish constantly turning its white belly, on the verge of death.

Song Yan looked down at her sluggish face, endured and endured, and finally said: "Little uncle left you a letter, you can read it when the time comes."

This seemed to be a holy word that brought Qi Yue back to the world. She suddenly turned over and sat up, looking at Song Yan: "Do you believe me?"

Oh, yes, she remembered, Song Zhaoyan wrote in his last letter that he would still send her a letter after he arrived in Shenxi.

"Where? Give it to me!"

Qi Yue's voice was hoarse, as if she had swallowed glass and cut her voice, with a long tail and a pitifully low voice.

Song Yan sat on the chair beside her hospital bed and said, "In the old house, I didn't bring it with me. If you want to see it, just go back with me."

Qi Yue clenched her palms tightly, her nails almost tore through the flesh of her palms, and Song Zhaoyan left just like that.

He joked before that if he had a disease brought out of his mother's womb, he probably wouldn't live long.

But he was only 34 years old this year, and he didn't even turn 35, so his life stopped at this year.

Even if she acted like a fool when she was a child and told people that she committed suicide when she lived to be 35 years old, she was still 35 years old.

Song Zhaoyan hasn't traveled around China yet, and hasn't fulfilled Shen Yin's last wish, how could he just leave like this?
Qi Yue fell silent again, her face was ashen and her eyes were lifeless.

It seemed that Song Zhaoyan was not the only one who left.

Song Yandan knew that Qi Yue liked Song Zhaoyan, but he didn't expect to like it to this extent.

He pulled the chair in, moved the hospital bed closer, and held Qi Yue's hand. The latter didn't struggle, and probably forgot about the struggle.

"Qi Yue, I don't know how to comfort you."

"Your uncle's death has hit you hard, and we all understand."

"Qi Yue, cheer up, don't you still have me, even if you use me as my little uncle's substitute, I will be happy with it and have no complaints."

Qi Yue only took it as Song Yan's comforting words, and did not pay attention to the seriousness and enthusiasm in Dao Song Yan's eyes.

She withdrew her hand from Song Yan's, turned over and covered herself with a quilt, not wanting to think about anything.

Song Yan sat silently by the side of the bed, not knowing what to say.

About half an hour later, Qi Yue asked sullenly under the quilt: "Teacher...how did you die?"

Song Yan saw that she was finally willing to speak, although her voice was still hoarse, she was still very happy.

"The doctor said that it was caused by anxiety, and the health has not been very good before, and I didn't survive the rainy season in Shenxi."

At this moment, Qi Yue remembered that she persuaded Song Zhaoyan to live and see more of the world. So, did she indirectly kill Song Zhaoyan?

If time could stop at this moment, Song Zhaoyan's life would be considered a complete life.

Qi Yue couldn't comfort herself anymore, the pillow was already soaked with tears, and the quilt was not spared either.

Qi Yue tightly grasped the sheet under her body, bit her lower lip with her white teeth, dripping with blood.

"I see, you go back."

Song Yan didn't leave, she still sat motionless, waiting for her to uncover the quilt by herself.

At this moment, the quilt is like the shell that Qi Yue used to protect herself. When this shell is knocked open for her from the outside, Qi Yue inside will not be grateful, but will be even more depressed.

But when she figured it out and got out of the quilt by herself, her mood gradually improved.

Considering that Song Yan would go to the old house to deal with Song Zhaoyan's funeral, Qi Yue finally lifted the quilt.

Song Yan saw that her lower lip was cut, and her eyes dimmed.

Qi Yue accepted the doctor's treatment of the wound on her lip, even if it hurt, she didn't say a word, since she can bite herself like this, she knows whether it hurts or not.

Qi Yue was still wearing yesterday's clothes and followed Song Yan back to the Song family's old house.

The mourning hall was arranged in the hall of the main room. People who came and went wore pure black clothes to mourn Song Zhaoyan. Mr. Song looked at the people who came and went with dull eyes while holding a cane.

Sending a white-haired person to a black-haired person is probably the saddest farewell in the world.

The huge portrait of Song Zhaoyan was placed due east, with a jar of ashes on the table, surrounded by yellow and white chrysanthemums presented to him by mourners.

If life is just like first sight, why is Qiu Feng sadly painting a fan.

The moment Qi Yue entered the main room, her legs were so weak that she was about to fall to her knees, and Song Yan next to her raised her hand to pull her.

The person on the black and white portrait is still smiling gently, with clean and moist eyes looking forward, as if he is expressing his gratitude to those who came to mourn him.

Qi Yue cried all day, and when she got here, tears welled up in her eyes, instantly surging into a river.

"teacher……"

Qi Yue murmured silently.

Song Yan was always by her side, Song Zhaonian and Mrs. Song were busy greeting the guests and didn't notice them.

Qi Yue was almost crying, Song Yan took her to a room on the left, and took a letter from the table to her.

"This is my little uncle's relic. Grandpa planned to dismantle it to see it before, and didn't want to give it to you. I kept it. You can see it yourself."

Qi Yue took the envelope that Song Yan handed over with trembling hands, but didn't open it right away.

This is a relic, and it is also Qi Yue's verdict.

Song Yan clasped her in his arms, squeezed her white and soft neck with his right hand, and said, "It's okay, I'm here."

After doing this, Song Yan turned around and walked out, closing the door.

Qi Yue opened the envelope with trembling hands.

[Xiao Yue, Zhan Xinjia.

I will probably be a jar of ashes by the time you get this letter.

If you receive that jar, don’t feel bad luck. Please spend a day and a half to bring me to the land where I used to take you to sketch. You can raise it or buy an inch of land to bury it.

That piece of land is the place where I met the love of my life, and it is also the place where I still don't feel tired after a hundred times.

I have had this disease since I was born, it is natural, and there is no way to cure it. Later, when I met your teacher's wife, I was happy that she became a disease, and there is no cure for it.

She went one step ahead of me, and I have been preparing for my own death since the day she died.

I just knew that my time was coming too, so I quit my job and shut myself in my room all day, maybe waiting for that time too.

Let me tell you the story between me and your wife.

When you and I were so young, we were also young people with a lot of vigor, a little rebellious, and didn't like to follow the arrangements of our family members to do business. Instead, we did art work, learned to paint, and entered colleges and universities to become teachers.

That day I took a sketching tool and walked a long way, saw all the scenery on that road, and then met that piece of land.

What attracts me may not be the scenery, but the people in the scenery.

(End of this chapter)