The Young Master’s Bride

There will be no more people sitting on the windowsill in a sunny afternoon, peeling melon seeds to Tan Song.

There will be no more people. When Tan Song is tired from reading, he massages him and reads to him...

There will never be anyone again. When Tan Song was sick, he stayed by his side all night...

No one will ever say to Tan Song, "With me by your side, you don't need to do anything, don't think about anything..."

No one will hold Tan Song in his arms, kiss his forehead, and say, "I love you."

Chu Baiqing's tears fell uncontrollably. He was a person who wouldn't cry easily, but he couldn't control it at this moment.

Since Tan Song and Shen Congwen were together, that's how he watched them walk all the way.

When he was fourteen or five years old, he was ignorant of love, but now he deeply understands the weight of these two words.

It's really too painful not to love...

But deep love, but the gap between yin and yang is even more painful...

In the face of Tan Song, he didn't know what to say and what to say.

"What about him?" Tan Song said hoarsely and dryly, so hollow.

Chu Baiqing bit her lip. This was the first sentence Tan Songzi woke up. In fact, he knew better than anyone that Shen Congwen was gone...

When Shen Congwen turned to protect him, he already knew.

"Brother Song..." Chu Baiqing's voice trembled unpretentiously, and her teeth trembled.

Shen Congwen's body was still in the morgue, and Chu Baiqing knelt and begged to prevent the Shen family from being cremated.

He begged them and said that Shen Congwen must also want to see Tan Song, the dead is the biggest, let them tell each other, don't leave regrets.

It was really the deceased, and the Shen family agreed.

Chu Baiqing sat outside the door of the morgue and couldn't help laughing for a long time. People can be tolerant of everything when they die. Why did they bitterly forced each other back then.

He wanted Tan Song to see Shen Congwen for the last time. He didn't know why, but he thought that Tan Song would definitely want to see him.

"I'll take you to see him... okay?" Chu Baiqing shook Tan Song's hand. He couldn't see the hope of living in his eyes, and was filled with despair.

Tan Song's hand gripped Chu Boqing tightly, choked and nodded, so urgent...

Chu Baiqing leaned against the wall outside the morgue, where it was extremely cold.

The people of the Tan family and the Shen family are all in grief. The Shen family is the dead son and regrets himself.

The Tan family's son is still alive, but he is no different from dead. He is not angry at all for living.

It was almost half an hour since Tan Song went in, and there was no sound at all, until a hoarse and indignant roar came out, and Chu Baiqing's body was limp on the ground.

The sound of "Congwen", "Congwen" and "Congwen"

Penetrating Chu Baiqing's eardrum, the pain can no longer hurt.

When Tan Song walked out of it, he was like a corpse with him, so blank and empty.

I just fell down without taking a few steps...

Shen Congwen was cremated, and the people of the Shen family sent his ashes to Tan Song and left without saying anything.

Tan Song held Shen Congwen's ashes all day, as if he was by his side.

Tan Song didn't talk to anyone, except for Chu Baiqing, he didn't communicate with anyone.

To Chu Baiqing's relief, Tan Song ate and slept as usual, and was alive...

"The last thing he said to me was, "Komatsu, live well, please! ""

Tan Song sat on the windowsill, looked at the distance and said with a smile.