hate farewell thirteen

In the next week, the news of his father's death came from the prison. Song Shuman had already prepared his filial piety shirt. Song Shuman looked at his younger brother. In the year when his mother passed away, Song Shuman was only two years older than Song Chengliang at this moment. .

Song Chengliang changed his clothes, Song Shuman put on a hat-shaped bag for him, the younger brother didn't dare to move and let his sister fiddle with it, "Isn't Daddy coming back?"

"Well, Daddy went to a place far, far away, and will never come back again."

"Is daddy dead? They all say that if you wear it like this, a relative has died."

Only then did Song Shuman realize that Song Chengliang didn't cry or make trouble these days, and was quiet.No one was spared in this era. Song Shuman once hated Song Chengliang, because of his appearance, she lost her mother. Now it seems that everyone is a child with a hard life, so what is wrong with him.

Song Shuman nodded, "Yes."

"Sister, where do you go after you die?"

"You will be buried in the ground, and your soul will fly to heaven. There is no sickness or injustice in heaven. Heaven is the best place in the world." This is a Western way of saying it. She thinks it is romantic, so she tells her children.

Children have too many questions, one after another, "Where is heaven?"

Song Shuman led Song Chengliang to the yard, and she pointed to a cloud in the sky, "Do you see that cloud? Heaven is on top of that cloud, very high and very high. That's heaven. Daddy is on heaven. You can see us in the next look."

"Sister, can we go to heaven after we die? Can we see our parents in heaven?"

Song Shuman touched Song Chengliang's head, his hair was soft, "It will definitely."

The father's funeral was not a big one, and she and her younger brother, Ji Yangqing and Li Bo helped to bury him simply.Too many eyes staring.

For three days, Song Shuman knelt in front of the mourning hall, shed tears, and uprooted the weakness and friendship in her heart.She still doesn't know what she is living for in this life, but at this moment, she only wants Liao Shenyan to pay the price she deserves, and she thinks that Liao Shenyan is also like her, feeling more pain than her.

"Yangqing, I want you to help me."

"How do you want me to help you?"

"I want Liao Shenyan to ruin his reputation and ruin his family."

Ji Yangqing never refuted Song Shuman, even though the current Song Shuman may be just an ant in Liao Shenyan's eyes, but as long as Song Shuman thinks, he will try his best to do it, "Okay, as long as I do it If you come, I will help you."

Hearing that Lin Dailan came back two days ago, Song Shuman asked Ji Yangqing to leave Liao Shenyan, leaving Lin Dailan alone at home, no matter what method was used, as long as Liao Shenyan left.

Ji Yangqing handled things safely. When Song Shuman knocked on the door, she didn't even see a single servant from their family. It was Lin Dailan who opened the door for her in person, "Dailan, are you alone at home?"

"Yeah, come in quickly." Lin Dailan invited her into the room, and the two sat on the sofa. Lin Dailan held Song Shuman's hand, "I heard about Uncle Song's condolences, don't be too sad, just Just take care of your body."

"Well, what about you? How's your body doing recently?"

"It's still the same. Liao Shenyan invited a Chinese medicine doctor to give me medicine, and I have been taking care of it. Isn't this still drinking?"

Lin Dailan leaned in front of Song Shuman, "How about? Show me?"

"I'm not a Chinese medicine student, how could I read these things. The Chinese medicine practitioner Liao Shenyan hired for you must be more experienced than me."

"Why don't you lend me your medicine bag for research and make up for it?"

"Here, here you are, I'll get you a copy."

"By the way, I have something for you. Yesterday I went to the temple to pray for blessings, and I also asked for a guard for you. The master has opened the light. You wear it on your body, begging for a child."

Lin Dailan leaned her chin on Song Shuman's shoulder, "Shuman, you are the best for me."

After Song Shuman left, she went to a Chinese medicine shop and checked the medicine out of curiosity.I heard from the Chinese medicine practitioner that this medicine is just for nourishing blood, but it has some contraceptive ingredients, not much. If you take this medicine for a long time, it will make it difficult for women to get pregnant, but it has no effect on the body.

Song Shuman smiled, Lin Dailan, Lin Dailan, you are so full of joy, you must marry him, you believe that Liao Shenyan will not let her down, and you didn't treat you like this in the end.

Song Shuman stuffed musk into Lin Dailan's guard and sealed it properly, but she didn't expect that Lin Dailan was not the only one who couldn't give birth to a child.

Lin Dailan, if you want to blame, you can only blame you for marrying the wrong person.

Since Liao Shenyan didn't want Lin Dailan to be pregnant at first, then she also wants Liao Shenyan to kill off all children and grandchildren, and die alone.

It's just that such revenge is nothing, but with her ability, all she can do is gamble on how much Liao Shenyan cares about Lin Dailan.It's a pity, as always, Liao Shenyan was just trying to gain the power of Lin Dailan's father.

Song Shuman often goes out to socialize, Ji Yangqing won't let him, but he can't stop him, he and Song Shuman are not considered husband and wife, but cooperative businessmen.

On the way home that day, Song Shuman stepped on her high-heeled shoes on the bluestone road, the alley was too narrow, unfortunately, she ran into Zhou Ru head-on.Song Shuman didn't want to have any more interaction with Zhou Ru, so she walked quickly with her head down.

When passing by, Zhou Ru held Song Shuman's arm, "Why is Mrs. Ji leaving in such a hurry? She didn't even say hello?"

"Aunt Zhang, what's the matter?"

"I heard that Mrs. Ji's life is not going well these days."

"Then it seems Mr. Zhang's Aunt Jiu is doing well."

"I still underestimated you. It doesn't look so pitiful. Don't you still have the strength to joke with me now?"

Song Shuman laughed at herself, looked at Zhou Ru with a smile, "Yes, how pitiful can I be?"

"Should I tell you another secret? Liao Shenyan is not the only one behind the scenes, my husband is also one of them, so he can't make a decision alone. And Liao Shenyan didn't intend to help you."

"It seems that you still made the wrong choice at the beginning, do you regret it?"

"It's not me who made the wrong choice, but his wife. He will pay the price, and so will your husband. Why don't you find another backer now, so that this one doesn't fail. He still has eight aunts and wives, who can control you Woolen cloth."

"Song Shuman, do you know why the backer is the backer? You wouldn't be so naive as to think that this is something you can bring down if you want to, right?"

"Who can sit in that seat all the time? Let's wait and see, everyone will fall down one day."

"Song Shuman, you really haven't changed at all, you are still stubborn."

"Do you know that your father did not commit any crimes, but when he was imprisoned, I told Mr. Zhang that his uncle must die better. Mr. Zhang saved his whole body for you, isn't it good? "

Song Shuman's eyes widened like goldfish.Zhou Ru really likes to see her surprised appearance now, and the joy that comes from her heart.It's just that the astonishment passed by in a flash, and in the next second, Song Shuman returned to her original indifferent appearance.

"Tell you to stay away from me at the beginning. People who are too close to me will end badly. Believe it now?"

"In that case, then I'll wait, wait for the news of your husband's bad end, then I can set off two strings of firecrackers to celebrate."

Before Zhou Ru could speak, Song Shuman left. She unilaterally ended this war without gunpowder. She walked generously, with her head held high. She wanted to win once, in front of Zhou Ru.

She did it.

Walking to the corner of the alley, Song Shuman's legs were weak, and she leaned her back against the wall, slowly hiding her lower body, her nose sore, and suddenly cried.

It's fake to be expressionless, it's fake to laugh at sarcasm, it's fake to make promises, she never thought that she would be the one standing opposite in the end, how did they come to this point.

Song Shuman hugged her knees with her hands, buried her head on her thighs, tears fell on her cheeks, thighs, and hair. She was experiencing a heavy rain that only she would get wet.

Didn't she win?Why does my heart still hurt?

There were still passers-by in the alley, Song Shuman propped herself up against the wall, wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, and walked into the nearest tavern with her head down.

She found a seat in the corner and sat down. She ordered two jugs of wine and poured them into her throat one after another. The strong wine was spicy and bitter, which made her throat hurt. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes without a sound. It is always difficult for her to hear her prayers.

But why, she still can't hate Zhou Ru, she was the one who left that year, she was the one who said harsh words first, the one who cut off contact, why she thought she was already prepared, but still couldn't let go.

If there is no regret, why cry.

That night's wine was the most Song Shuman drank in her life. She drank until her head was dizzy and her stomach was overwhelmed. She left the tavern and vomited in the grass while leaning against the wall. She vomited up her stomach.

The autumn night wind was howling, and Song Shuman was half awake on the way home. When she arrived at the door, she searched through her wallet for a long time, but couldn't find the key, so she had to pat on the door, "Ji Yangqing, open the door!"

As soon as Ji Yangqing opened the door, the smell of alcohol came to his face. He stepped forward to help Song Shuman who was standing crookedly, "Why do you drink so much wine?"

"Ji Yangqing, do you know who I saw today? I saw her, and she told me that my father was her... She killed her."

Song Shuman staggered and fell on Ji Yangqing's body. She pulled Ji Yangqing's collar button and raised her head to kiss his lips.Ji Yangqing hurriedly pushed Song Shuman away, "Shuman, you drank too much."

Song Shuman's eyes were red and swollen, with tear stains, "Ji Yangqing, don't you like me very much, am I not your wife? You want me."

"Song Shuman, do you know what you are talking about now?"

Song Shuman nodded, "I know."

Ji Yangqing didn't want to take advantage of others, but he has been a gentleman for too long, and he also wants to be a villain again.

That night, Song Shuman died, and died in the beautiful fantasy of the past. From now on, there will be no Song Shuman, only Ji Yangqing's wife.