Mommy, don't run!

Tears flowed in front of the mirror. The makeup was not good-looking. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw a man standing by the window and looking up at the sky. I didn't know what I was thinking.

Hearing the voice behind him, song Ziqian turned around at that moment, as if time had returned to the day when he was newly married with no rest of his life.

He came forward with a smile, handed Wu Yusheng a hand and invited Wu Yusheng to dance the opening dance of the wedding with him again.

I haven't danced for a long time, but I soon found the rhythm, which is the same as the rhythm in my memory.

Song Ziqian's hand was cooler than hers, and it was green with blue, as if there was no blood circulation.

The room was playing a very inappropriate harmonica version of "long live friendship".

If she remembers correctly, this should be the music played by the school radio every afternoon during recess. That year, song Ziqian played the song "long live friendship" to her at the door of the classroom.

The sunshine outside the window is warm, and the music is very quiet, just like when I was in the classroom when I was reading. On a quiet cold day, I lean against the classroom window and eat the sweet potato just bought from the canteen. My ears are surrounded by the recess music played by the school loudspeaker.

Knowing that she liked the song, song Ziqian took advantage of the privilege of the president of the student union to let the radio room play the song every day. At that meeting, many students envied her and said that song Ziqian was very thoughtful and romantic in chasing her.

"I went back to see it some time ago. It looks good this year. The ginkgo trees in the countryside will bloom beautifully next year."

"Next year, you can see it again. The next year will be better."

"The morning glory on my fence also grows well."

"That's your mother's vegetable field. You planted morning glory. What did she grow?"

"I don't know."

"Ha ha -" with choking laughter.

After the dance, song Ziqian took her to the wedding bed that had been prepared for their future.

Two people lay in bed looking at the white ceiling. No one spoke. They listened to the music quietly and the curtains blown by the wind by the window.

Song Ziqian looked at the woman lying by the bed. It's good. If there are regrets in this life, there will be no regrets at this moment.

"I'm sorry for the rest of my life."

"Forget it, it's all over." She is also tired and can't toss about so much. Mr. Gu said, don't save so many unhappy things in your heart, otherwise life will be very sad.

I should have been happy to get her forgiveness, but I couldn't be happy at all.

Because hate, can remember.

If even hate is gone, maybe in her life, she will gradually forget this person.

Maybe the atmosphere suddenly became very depressed. I spent my life trying to liven up the atmosphere by changing the topic. "I can go to the market when I go back to the countryside. It's very lively every year."

A very weak voice made the atmosphere more low. "For the rest of my life, I'm sorry, brother qian can't walk." Everything planned is too late to do.

The feeble voice made the heart of his whole life dreary. He could not see the pale complexion that could not be covered by the foundation. His face was white in a twinkling. It seemed that the foundation was already empty, and life was passing a little.

No rest of your life to adjust your posture and lie on your side.

"Why can't you walk? Soon, you'll be there by plane."

At this moment, I knew that song Ziqian in my memory was not my favorite person, but a person who had been living in life for many years.

I loved and hated this man.

No one can stand separation, so can she.

What's more, song Ziqian was the only one who grew up together and lived together for so many years. That's the memory of the past and it's hard to give up.

"I'm sorry for the rest of my life. Brother qian can't accompany you. Take care of yourself for the rest of my life. Don't let those men bully you." Song Ziqian raised his hand to wipe away the tears of his life.

Silent sobbing, trembling, holding song Ziqian's hand, his voice choked, "brother Qian, don't leave the rest of your life alone. You promised to take care of me all my life. Without you, Gu Yancheng bullied me. Who protected me?"

It's really no regrets and satisfaction to hear her shout "brother Qian" before dying.

"Don't be afraid for the rest of your life. Brother Qian has arranged everything." Brother Qian will find an excellent man to take care of him for the rest of his life. Most people can't afford the rest of his life. Only the best men in the world can afford it.

"Wuwuwuwuwu..." I bowed my head and buried my cheek in the palm of song Ziqian's hand for the rest of my life.

Song Ziqian gently touched his head for the rest of his life, "for the rest of his life, brother Qian's heart for you has never changed. From the beginning to now, you are the only one in his heart from beginning to end. If there is an afterlife, brother Qian will not let go of your hand and let you become the rest of others."

I knew there was no afterlife. In this life, even death would never let go of her hand.

Holding up the cheeks of the rest of his life, song Ziqian wiped away the tears of the rest of his life. "For the rest of his life, brother Qian's happiest day in his life is the day with you in the countryside. At that time, we only had each other and could be free together. Brother Qian often dreamed of us laughing under the ginkgo tree."

"Sobbing --" sobbing for the rest of his life, he looked at the man opposite telling the past with tears.

Song Ziqian approached his face and wiped away the tears of his life with his cold and weak hand. "If brother Qian dies, sprinkle my ashes under the ginkgo tree. There is the happiness of brother Qian. Brother Qian wants to keep it all his life." There is another unspeakable word from his heart. He wants to understand how deep his regret is when he takes his ashes back to the countryside with no rest of his life.

The woman with trembling sobs kept shaking her head and covering song Ziqian's lips with her hands. "Brother Qian, don't go. We haven't had a reunion dinner together. You promised to eat with me. You can't break your appointment. You promised to go back to the countryside with me. You can't break your appointment. You've just been fine..." you can just walk, laugh and dance.

"For the rest of my life, I'm sorry, brother Qian has no strength."

"No, you can't break the appointment, you can't..."

With his last strength, song Ziqian hugged Wu Yusheng and whispered a sentence hidden in the bottom of his heart for many years to Wu Yusheng, "I knew that the outside world was so dangerous that it would disturb people's minds. I knew that I couldn't fight people with background. Brother Qian would rather live in a small village with you all his life, even if there was no money or big house. As long as you were there, brother Qian would be very happy and satisfied."

At that time, he was too young and sensible to sell Gu Yancheng. As soon as he came out, he offended a man with a strong background for business, and then fell into the trap of others because he was unwilling to do business.

In the final analysis, the social routine is too deep to fight powerful people. People don't know when they are cannon fodder.

"Brother Qian, I know you are for me. In fact, I never wanted to be rich and noble for the rest of my life. In the past, I just wanted to be with you. Even if I drank rice porridge, I would be very happy for the rest of my life." She knew that song Ziqian would come out for her and to give her a better life. Therefore, when cutting her kidney, she was also willing to pay for the future.

Song Ziqian smiled and wiped his tears for the last time with the handkerchief full of tears for the rest of his life. "Brother Qian knew that he just refused to admit defeat and wanted to make you and your children better, but he didn't expect to lose. Brother Qian couldn't fight Gu Yancheng and the Jiang family. Brother Qian was wrong for the rest of his life. He lost you in the end. Brother Qian has changed, But it's still a little late. "

"No......" he shook his head for the rest of his life, held song Ziqian's face and wiped away his tears. "You are very good. You have always been very good. In his heart for the rest of his life, brother Qian has always been the best person, or the brother Qian who protects me and will wipe my tears and tell jokes."

It's nice to finally become the modest brother in my mind for the rest of my life.

"Sorry, brother Qian still let you down." His voice trembled and weak.

The tears of the rest of his life didn't enter song Ziqian's arms. He looked at the man whose eyes began to be lax opposite. He bit his lips and shook his head all the time, "don't leave the rest of his life, brother Qian, you have to go..."

Song Ziqian clenched his hands for the rest of his life and held them to his heart. "Here, you will always be the only one. Don't forget brother Qian, don't forget."

Try your best to get a sense of existence for yourself, "don't... Forget... Remember."

The hoarse voice suddenly broke before the response of his beloved woman.

There was only silence in the whole room.

It's as if the man didn't leave but fell asleep.

"No, don't..." I covered my mouth and cried for the rest of my life.

The one who held the hand of no rest of life didn't let go until he died. His eyes kept looking at no rest of life. At the last glance, he was reluctant to close and wanted to look at the beloved.

Hearing the cry in the room, two roaring cries came from outside the room: "Ziqian -"

Song Ziqian's posthumous affairs were well arranged by Zhao Fang.

The body was cremated the same day.

Song Ziqian was wearing a suit to marry Wu Yusheng, holding a handkerchief with tears from a beloved woman in his hand, and a wedding ring to marry Wu Yusheng on the ring finger of his left hand.

At the time of cremation, there was no time to spend the rest of his life cremating the wedding dress as a burial object. It must be song Ziqian's favorite, because this wedding dress was designed by song Ziqian himself.

Zhao Fang, holding his hands in front of him, said, "Miss Wu, in fact, Song Dong hopes you can walk on the red carpet in this wedding dress."

"It's cruel for him to wear his carefully prepared wedding dress and get married to other men." She knows that song Ziqian has always been a "selfish" person in love. If he hadn't done that, he wouldn't refuse to divorce. After hearing the divorce, he will remarry with her immediately for fear of losing her.

After the body was cremated, song Ziqian told Zhao Fang before his death. Huang Yuping and song Jiali stayed at the Song family. She went to send the ashes back to the countryside.

……

Berlin, seven hours late with King City, 5 a.m.

The sky is still immersed in the early morning night, with stars hanging in the sky.

Wearing a black coat, Gu Yancheng stood on a dark and shiny floor. Shaoli stood behind Gu Yancheng with an umbrella to block the snowflakes falling from his head.

"Your grandfather's case has been handled. Due to the lack of reporting evidence, the investigation has been stopped."

Standing opposite Gu Yancheng was a man of 50 or 60 years old wearing a black coat like Gu Yancheng.

"Who did it?" Gu Yancheng gritted his teeth and questioned.

"The intelligence found that it was from Jingcheng, a man surnamed song."

"Song Ziqian!" I really belittled song Ziqian's ability. The dull sound made so much noise behind his back.

After calming Gu Yancheng's mood, he began to tell Gu Yancheng how to divide his attention like a godfather, "I'll take good care of your grandfather. Your attention should focus on the current situation."

"Wes, my grandfather asked you." The man in front of him is Gu Yancheng's most admired uncle. When he was a child, the uncle patiently taught him how to be a good leader from birth to growth, accompanied and pointed him all the way, but he didn't know what happened later. The uncle seemed to disappear and never returned to his home again, Until I saw him next to my grandfather, but my uncle had changed his identity, called Wes, who was my grandfather's helper.

The man raised his hand and patted Gu Yancheng on the shoulder. "It's better than before. Is your father okay with you?"