Reborn peasant spicy daughter-in-law

Chapter 1204 Extra Story: Commemorative Chapter 12
The rain in the past few days seems to be endless. Mo Zhanhao's piano sound was covered by the rain, and the rain that hit the glass slid down like tears, and was covered by the next raindrops, densely packed, Breathless.

The sad tune diffused in the air, but stopped at the middle part, Mo Zhanhao frowned deeply, "This one is not good, let's change it."

"Auld Lang Syne" is usually used to say goodbye, and some people even use it at funerals. He doesn't want to say goodbye to Wanyu, they don't want to say goodbye.

He thought for a while, then played a new tune, and played a song "Treading the Snow and Looking for Plum Blossoms". This song was often sung to him by Jin Lian when he was a child. It was a simple nursery rhyme, but every time Mo Zhanhao heard this song It seems that hope can be seen through the song, so he hopes to convey this feeling to her.

I hope his music can keep her——

Why, why did everyone he loved leave him one by one?

Was he born a sinner?
That being the case, why didn't these retributions appear on him?Why does he have to torture the one he loves every time?
The song "Treading Snow and Looking for Plum Blossoms" reminded Song Wanyu of the time when Mo Zhanhao gave her a recording pen, and she couldn't help but smile. The man in front of her, even though he was nearly thirty years old, still looked impeccable. Too tired to grow some beards these days.

As long as he tidies up, and with his status as the owner of the clubhouse, he won't have to worry about finding a good wife. If so, he can leave with peace of mind.

Thinking of this, she heard a sharp note, and the other party stopped playing the violin.

Taking a closer look, two lines of tears were already streaming down Mo Zhanhao's face, he stood there in discomfort, like a failed performer, trembling all over, extremely depressed.

"Xiao Hao, don't force it." Song Wanyu grabbed the quilt on her body, "Let me see Nian Nian again, I really miss her."

Hearing this, Mo Zhanhao wiped away his tears, put Qin aside, turned and walked out of the room.

Song Nian seemed to have noticed something in the past two days, the quarrel was not as loud as before, and when Mo Zhanhao carried him to the bedside, she clearly called "Mom".

"Nian Nian, my baby." Song Wanyu held her little fleshy hand, with the light of maternal love in her eyes. She really lived a happy life in the past two years. Even though Song Nian was not as good as she thought, but given In her incomparably fulfilling time, it seems that in a blink of an eye, she can see what she looks like when she grows up.

"Mom, mom..." Song Nian was not very good at talking, so he could only call mom over and over again, looking at her with unblinking black currant eyes.

"Nian Nian, you have to grow up well, don't let people worry you all the time, you know?" She didn't want to leave a "scourge" for herself, otherwise she would leave without peace of mind.

Song Nian babbled back a few times, not sure if he understood.

"Wanyu, our daughter can't live without a mother, she is still so young, she will miss you, are you willing?" Mo Zhanhao freed his hand and grabbed her slender fingertips, as if she would not be able to leave like this "There's still me, are you willing?"

Song Wanyu shook her head, biting her lower lip - she really couldn't bear it, everything here was already heaven, where would she go?
"Cough cough..."

In an instant, another mouthful of blood flowed out from her mouth and nose, almost blocking her airway. Mo Zhanhao quickly put Song Nian down, helped her to sit up, and put a few cushions behind her. pillow, calling softly, "Wanyu, don't..."

"Wanyu!" The people waiting outside heard something wrong with the voice inside, and they all rushed in, their eyes full of worry.

"Wanyu, Dad is late." Lei Ting sat on the stool next to her and held her wrist, "Good boy, you have always been strong, Dad is very proud of you, don't give up, hold on, you must hold on. "

"Ahem..." Song Wanyu rinsed her mouth, felt the rust taste in her mouth lessened, and shook her head at Lei Ting, "Dad, I might cough this time... I really want to disappoint you, I'm sorry, if In the afterlife, I will still be your daughter..."

"Stop talking." Mo Zhanhao hugged her shoulders tightly, his handsome face wrinkled.

"Ahem...Xiaohao, I don't have much inheritance, but I wrote a lot of things during this period, I want to cough... I want to publish them as a book, and if I can sell them for money, use those expenses to set up a music group cough Cough... so that those interested children can get better exercise." She grabbed Mo Zhanhao's sleeve, "Can you help me with this?"

Mo Zhanhao nodded, she looked up at the faces of everyone, as if she wanted to keep them all in her mind, "At this moment, I am already very content to have so many people by my side... the world There is no permanent banquet, I may have to go first..."

Everyone shook their heads:

"Wanyu..."

"Stop it, you won't."

"Son, don't say such unlucky things."

"Godmother, I forbid you to count your words..."

Song Wanyu shook her head, looked at the hazy sky outside the window, and leaned into Mo Zhanhao's ear, "Xiaohao, I'm sorry, there are still many things I can't do with you, I hope I can turn into wind, rain, and sunshine in the future be with you……"

"No, Wanyu...don't, I won't let you, I won't let you..." Mo Zhanhao felt something warm flow onto his shoulders, he held her tightly in his arms, tears seemed to break He wanted to reach out to touch Wanyu's face, but felt blood on his hand, and instantly felt that his heart was about to burst, "Wanyu, talk, look at me, look at me..."

"Xiaohao, we are destined in the next life..." Song Wanyu's hand caressing his face slipped down and fell heavily on the quilt, her eyes were closed forever, and the pale face was no longer alive, as if The puppet with its broken thread fell into Mo Zhanhao's arms.

"Wan Yu!"

Everyone took a step forward, but still did not save her life. It seemed that the moment Song Wanyu died, time also stopped, and then there was a small cry from the side, and the figures of several people tilted slightly. Song Nian stood there blankly, not understanding why everyone was crying.

Just watching her shed tears, rubbing her eyes and crying, "Mom..."

Mo Zhanhao put Wanyu's body away, stood up from the bed suddenly, and said to the others, "You all go out."

Seeing his appearance, Song Huizhen stretched out her hand, but didn't dare to touch him, "Xiaohao..."

"I'll tell you!"

Mo Zhanhao's eyes were red, and the veins on his forehead were clearly visible. Qin Sang thought that he wanted to say goodbye to Wanyu for the last time. He persuaded everyone to leave the room first, and followed him out. Then they heard The person locked the door.

(End of this chapter)