Quickly wear a female supporting role: the plot of the male protagonist has been smashed

Chapter 214

The gray-haired old lady, still slender, was dressed in a black cheongsam, her hair was curled with silver threads, and she was painted with exquisite makeup. It is not difficult to see how beautiful this exquisite grandma was when she was young.

It's just that everyone didn't recognize that this was Song Yun who was written into the textbook and learned her deeds since she was a child, and she was already familiar with her.

The book is full of photos from when she was young. Compared to now, she is indeed much older. In addition, she likes to wander around, so that there are news of her death every now and then.

She thought, if she really died, maybe she could still meet her on Huangquan Road, old man, I don't know if he can still recognize her like this.

The cemetery of the martyrs has been well maintained. His photos are only slightly yellowed, but his face is still the same, with a bright smile.

Mr. Song:
I wanted to write to you, but the journey was too long and I was too flustered, so I asked Yue from last night to explain it for me.

Over the years, I have traveled to many places.

After being exposed to the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I met Yang from Suzhou.

After drinking the famous peach blossom wine, it snowed heavily.

But I still feel,

All of all!

Not as pretty as your whole life.

There was another drizzle in the wind, and the little flowers in front of the stele had accumulated some drops of water. There were still so many people who remembered him and came to see him. It would not be lonely if he lay here alone.

With some age-spotted fingers, he gently wiped away the water marks on the photo, smiled frankly, and narrated the recent things around him.

"The current world is really good, and the country and the people's security you want have also been realized. I saw it for you."

The hand holding the umbrella handle paused, some cloudy eyes overflowed with moisture, and he let out a long sigh.

"I miss you."

"Next time, I don't know what the weather will be to come to see you, maybe I won't be able to come, but don't worry, I've already told you that when you die, put the ashes with yours. "

Under the big black umbrella, the dark green cheongsam skirt fluttered, and Song Yun, who was holding an umbrella, passed by a group of people.

"Etc., etc!"

The old man on crutches hunched over, called Song Yun to stop, and hurriedly walked towards her. The young people around him were afraid that he would fall, so they rushed to support her.

"Song Yun, you, are you okay?"

When they heard the word Song Yun, the two young people beside them were stunned. They heard it right!Is the Song Yun that grandpa is talking about the Song Yun they think of?
Is this grandma really the heroine Song Yun who established the cornerstone of the peaceful era? ? ?
Song Yun did not expect to meet an old acquaintance here, a person she had almost forgotten, who is now quite famous, Hu Jimin.

At that time, when Hu Jimin knew that she was his arranged wife, he was shocked and angry.

He blamed Xu Ruonan's death on them. Even if the evidence of the Xu family's treachery was found later, even if everyone praised them, he still had deep resistance to them in his heart.

In fact, he knew that he was just not reconciled, not reconciled to the fact that a woman who was supposed to be mediocre or even dead lived so wonderfully and beautifully, and he was not reconciled to the fact that the ideal he had worked so hard to achieve was easily achieved by her. His wife was handed over to others.

Their great love was eulogized and praised, and every time he heard it, his heart would ache three points. It turned out that he had fallen in love with her unknowingly.

Yes, she is beautiful, elegant and intelligent, she is smart and powerful, such an attractive woman, he thinks it is hard for anyone not to love her.

He could hardly remember what it was like when he saw her for the first time. He only remembered a pair of bright and penetrating eyes, shy and timid.

He regretted it, regretted it all the time, and even mentioned it more than once in his autobiography, but he didn't dare to write Song Yun's name, he was afraid of bringing bad words to her, and even more afraid of these things Damn, dirty her name.

"It's not bad." He glanced at the two young men who were somewhat similar to him, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a hint of sarcasm, "You're doing well, too!"

Hu Jimin knew what she meant, and he was a little ashamed. That year was the second year after Song Zhanyang's death. He understood his intentions and went to express his feelings to her. In the end, he returned her ridicule, and he was young and vigorous and let go of his arrogance. He said that he would wait for her all the time, even if he would never marry.

As a result, in the second year, he was coerced and lured by his own mother to marry a wife and have children.

"It's good, it's good." There are many children and grandchildren under her knees, but Song Yun is still alone, and she can't help but feel a little distressed.

"Song Yun, you..."

"Since there's nothing else to do, I'll leave first. After all, we haven't gotten close enough to reminisce about the old days."

Song Yun walks casually and simply, she really doesn't bother to talk to this kind of man, it's so boring, she's used to being moved by herself, she's so hypocritical!

On the way back, the rain stopped, but the golden sun came out, warm and comfortable.

The person sitting in the rocking chair on the balcony, enjoying the cool night breeze, looked at the night view of the Shanghai stock market again, dialed a number on the mobile phone in the palm of his hand, and left peacefully amidst the beeping sound.

(End of this chapter)