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

Chapter 58 Funeral
Why is he standing here with all his beard and tail, no one is surprised at all?
So did Song Yan deceive them or Yuxi deceived her?

Qi Yue's nails dug into her flesh, and she looked at He Zigui in disbelief.

The other party also saw her, walked over in a good manner, and smiled viciously: "Tsk, isn't this my fiancee, why are you here?"

Qi Yue: "..."

She had a chill and got goosebumps all over her body.

Qi Yue stared at He Zigui stiffly. If she could do it all over again, she hoped that she would not show mercy and directly smashed him to death with that lampshade.

"Get out!" Qi Yue said to He Zigui through gritted teeth.

He Zigui was taken aback, and wanted to teach Qi Yue a lesson, but when he saw Song Yan approaching from the corner of his eye, he withdrew his hand abruptly.

Qi Yue's heart beat faster, the corners of her eyes were red, grievance, anger and unbearable came to her heart like a gushing spring.

"Why is he here?!" Qi Yue frowned and asked Song Yan.

Song Yan glanced at He Zigui unkindly, with a hint of warning in his eyes.

"He's here on behalf of the He family."

Qi Yue didn't want to get entangled with He Zigui and the others, so she walked towards the main room.

The black and white portraits on the table were gone, and the flowers were still the same, some of them looked dry.

Song Yan's mother didn't seem particularly surprised when she saw her coming.

"Xiao Yue, you're here." She walked towards Qi Yue, and handed her the same half black gauze sleeve as Song Yan: "Put it on, you and Xiao Yan are together, he is your little uncle."

Qi Yue took it with trembling hands, her eyes moist.

"Zhaoyan left so suddenly, we didn't expect him to leave just like that..."

Mrs. Song's voice was crying, and she seemed really sad.

Qi Yue glanced at Shen Qiong calmly, but didn't open her mouth to expose her hypocrisy.

"When will we be on the road?" Qi Yue asked.

"Eight o'clock."

Qi Yue hummed, and walked forward to look at the lacquer box on the table.

What if she rushed up to hold the lacquer box now and left?
Qi Yue dared to think but didn't dare to do it. She alone, the whole family, and spit stars could drown her.

She clenched the filial sleeves in her palms tightly, and now she can be regarded as wearing filial piety for Song Zhaoyan once.

Song Yan came over and grabbed her arm, as if afraid that she would snatch Song Zhaoyan's urn.

"Ayan..." After many days, Qi Yue couldn't help calling out this title again.

There were quite a few people who came to see Song Zhaoyan off today, and many of them looked sad, as if they were really reluctant to part with someone they didn't have any friendship with on weekdays.

Sophisticated people are nothing more than that, Qi Yue smiled wryly, picked up three sticks of incense from the table and lit them in the incense burner.

"Ayan, I'm sorry, I can't do it."

"What did you say?" Song Yan frowned and listened to her whispering, and vaguely heard the word "Ayan", thinking she was talking to him.

Qi Yue turned her head to look into Song Yan's eyes, and admitted for the first time openly: "Song Yan, I'm talking about Song Zhaoyan. Every time I call 'A Yan', it's him, not you."

Song Yan's face turned dark instantly, as cold as a deep winter pool.

"Not only that, I also told you before, all along, I like Song Zhaoyan, not you Song Yan."

"If you don't look like Song Zhaoyan, I won't even look at you."

Qi Yue uttered cruel words clearly from her lips. She sentenced Song Yan so calmly and put him in the cold palace.

You see, you regard me as Qi Huan's substitute, and I regard you as Song Zhaoyan's substitute from the very beginning. If you compare, I have been longer than you.

They are like two naive children who are at odds. They have to compare everything, and if they can't compare, they lose their temper and quarrel.

Song Yan was not in the mood to quarrel with her today. At his little uncle's funeral, he didn't want to disturb his purity because of this matter.

At 08:30, they collectively arrived at the cemetery in Victoria Hill. The tombstone had already been erected. Everyone stood in front of the tombstone and watched Song Yan put the ashes in the lacquer box into the pit, all of them were silent.

Qi Yue looked at Mr. Song who was standing in the front with a swaying figure, and felt that his already gray hair looked completely white now, and he was quite haggard.

That's right, a white-haired man gave a black-haired man, he sent his wife away, and watched his daughter-in-law die, and now his own flesh and blood have become a box of ashes, not sad, how is it possible?

Qi Yue held back tears and looked at the five-inch black-and-white photo on the tombstone. Song Zhaoyan was smiling, smiling softly with warm eyebrows, as if he was very happy.

Next to it is the tombstone of his wife Shen Yin, Shen Yin is also smiling, even if the two are buried together, they look so well-matched.

One has handsome features, the other has bright eyes and white teeth, they are all dragons and phoenixes among human beings, but it is a pity that their lives are short-lived.

Qi Yue couldn't hold back a burst of crying, heart-piercing.

Originally, everyone around was holding back with a solemn expression, but once infected by her, a few weak-minded girls couldn't help crying.

"Ayan..." Qi Yue's face was covered with tears and snot, and she called this title in a moderate voice.

At what time, everyone's expressions changed.

Isn't Qi Yue Song Yan's girlfriend?Why is she crying so sadly at Song Zhaoyan's tombstone now, and still calling him "Ayan"?
Who is Ayan?
Everyone looked at each other, as if they smelled another shocking gossip amidst Qi Yue's collapsed emotions.

Qi Yue cried for a while and was held tightly by Shen Qiong, pinching her arm in fear of embarrassing her.

The stone slab was covered, and Qi Yue never had the chance to get the ashes and scatter them where Song Zhaoyan wanted.

The originally clear sky suddenly became cloudy, and in the next second, raindrops fell like broken beads, and everyone was caught off guard.

Song Yan subconsciously looked at Qi Yue, who looked blankly at the photo on the tombstone.

The rain quickly soaked their hair and clothes. Song Zhaonian was afraid that Mr. Song would get sick, so he asked someone to take an umbrella to put on it, and he couldn't control the others.

The rain was caught off guard, no one brought an umbrella, and at the moment they ran around like headless chickens, looking for umbrellas, and those who went down the mountain. In short, now that Song Zhaoyan has been buried, there is no need for them Keep it any longer.

Qi Yue's eyelashes were stained with raindrops, and she couldn't see clearly. Just as she was about to step up to cover Song Zhaoyan's tombstone from the rain, Song Yan grabbed her arm in time, took off his coat and covered her head, and said, "Go down the mountain and go home!" go."

Qi Yue didn't move, and didn't even give him a look.

Shen Qiong looked at the two of them bitterly, then turned and went down the mountain.

"Dad, let's go back, the mountain road will be difficult to walk after a while." Song Zhaonian said to Mr. Song.

After all, the cemetery is near the top of Weijing Mountain. Song Jiazu’s tomb occupies this small hill, and the other tombstones are all on the mountainside. According to the rain, it is really difficult to walk.

Mr. Song was not too entangled, and followed Song Zhaonian down the mountain ladder.

After a while, only Song Yan and Qi Yue were left on the top of the mountain.

Qi Yue froze and did not move, Song Yan tugged at her tightly: "Qi Yue, can we talk about it when we go home?"

(End of this chapter)