Song Qingyu smiled and said, "Well, thank you, grandpa."
Song Qingyu is not afraid of death. She just longs to give birth to a baby. Then, she can really leave this world without any regrets.
The child in the womb is the most innocent——
However, time can’t wait any longer!
Song Qingyu had no choice but to accept the reality, and left quietly with his and Lu Xuan's flesh and blood.
"Father, you are here," at this time, a graceful figure walked to the door of the room and looked at Mr. Song and said.
Mr. Song looked at the woman standing at the door, wiped his tears quickly, stood up slowly, and said, "Miaoke, it's you. I came over to see Qingyu. Since you are here, I'll leave first.
"
A beautiful young woman came, named Sun Miaoke, who was Song Qingyu's mother. She had picturesque features and a graceful figure. She was once a well-known beauty in the capital.
Otherwise, how could Sun Miaoke give birth to such a beautiful Song Qingyu? The waves behind the Yangtze River pushed the waves ahead, and Song Qingyu was even more beautiful than her mother.
"Qingyu, then you should have a good rest. I won't see you off tomorrow morning." As he said that, Mr. Song turned and left, but his heart had never been calm and it was heart-wrenching!
As Song Qingyu's grandfather, Mr. Song logically wanted to send Song Qingyu out of the house, but he didn't dare, he didn't want to, and he was even less willing.
Sending Song Qingyu out of the house is equivalent to sending him to the gate of hell. Who is willing to do this?
"Whisper——"
After Mr. Song left, Sun Miaoke sat next to Song Qingyu, and then hugged her into his arms. Her pretty face was filled with tears and she was sobbing.
Song Qingyu also hugged her mother tightly and whispered: "Mom——"
Sun Miaoke knew that her precious daughter's ending could no longer be changed. She also knew that her daughter had already made a decision and no one could reverse it.
As a mother, the only thing Sun Miaoke can do is to have a good talk with her daughter for the last time.
Let her feel that she will not be alone when she leaves this world!
Sun Miaoke said softly: "Qingyu, I still remember that when you were a child, you often liked to sit in my arms and let me sing to you. You especially liked to act coquettishly."
"Well, mom, you sing very well," Song Qingyu said with a smile.
Sun Miaoke stroked her head and said with emotion: "In a blink of an eye, you have grown so big and become a great beauty, and you are one of the four beauties in Beijing. Time flies so fast."
"Mom, even so, you are still beautiful now. Dad has always been very dedicated to you and has always loved you. You are very charming," Song Qingyu said with a smile.
Sun Miaoke's pretty face turned red and she said angrily: "You girl, you actually made fun of your mother."
"whee--"
Song Qingyu smiled, showing a bright smile.
She liked the feeling of holding her mother very much. After she became sensible, she had never been so close to her mother again.
Feeling her mother's love, Song Qingyu forgot all her worries. She was grateful for her mother's love for her and did not mention her wedding tomorrow.
Sun Miaoke just wanted to accompany her daughter well during the last journey of her life.
But as a mother, how could Sun Miaoke let Song Qingyu "leave"?
She could only hold back her tears and cover up the sadness in her heart. She wanted to cry, but she wouldn't do it in front of Song Qingyu——
"By the way, where is dad," Song Qingyu asked.
Sun Miaoke replied: "Your father has some things to do these two days and is not at home, so he will not come home tomorrow."
"——"
Song Qingyu fell silent. She was extremely smart, so she could naturally tell that there was meaning in these words.
Because Song Yan chose to escape, he could not face the fact that his precious daughter was marrying into the Zhu family. He could not accept this fact.
He seems to be a strong man, but his heart is weak. He is afraid that the moment he sees his daughter stepping out of the Song family's door, his heart will collapse.
Therefore, Song Yan left the Song family and will not come back in the next few days.
He hated his own uselessness, hated God, and hated himself. He could only find a place where no one was around and lick his wounds quietly——
"Well, I understand," Song Qingyu said softly.
Soon, Song Qingyu showed a smile again and said: "Mom, can you sing to me again, like you did when you were a child?"
"Okay," Sun Miaoxiao said, "What song do you want to listen to? Mom can sing it to you."
Song Qingyu thought for a while and said: "Lu Binghua!"
Lu Binghua——
When she heard the title of the song, tears welled up in Sun Miaoke's eyes. She quickly took a deep breath to keep the tears from falling.
Sun Miaoke knew why her daughter wanted to listen to this song. That song was not only full of childhood memories for her, but also represented a great maternal love.
Slowly, Song Qingyu nestled in Sun Miaoke's arms, but Sun Miaoke sang softly with her sweet voice——
Ah——ah——
Every night I think of my mother’s words,
Sparkling tears of Lu Binghua,
The stars in the sky don’t speak,
The doll on the floor misses its mother,
The eyes of heaven blink and blink,
Mother’s heart, Lu Binghua——
The familiar "Lu Binghua" evoked Song Qingyu's childhood memories. She deeply understood the greatness of mother's love and hummed softly: "Every night I think of my mother's words, and the sparkling tears of Lu Binghua——"
Drops of crystal tears streaked across Song Qingyu's cheeks. She stroked her belly with her little hand and said softly: "Baby, it would be great if mother could give birth to you. Then mother will hold you every day and give birth to you."
Can you sing Lu Binghua?"
In the silent night, the entire Song family seemed to be resounding with the singing of Song Qingyu and Sun Miaoke, endlessly——
Every night I think of my mother’s words, Lu Binghua sheds tears——
"Uuuuuuuu——"
Outside Song Qingyu's room, there was a low cry, sobbing there, it was Song Qingyu.
Even Song Qingqing didn't dare to see Song Qingyu, because she knew that seeing her sister would make her burst into tears, and then it would only add to her sorrow.
Listening to her cousin humming "Lu Binghua", Song Qingqing cried like a tearful person. But she kept cursing: "Lu Xuan, you bastard, bastard, do you know my sister?"
Do you know how much I have paid for you?"
The entire Song family was filled with a sad mood. Many people tossed and turned after hearing the moving singing and had difficulty falling asleep——
It was definitely a night that made it difficult to sleep!
In Lu Xuan's villa at Jinxiu Villa, Lu Xuan suddenly woke up. He was covered in cold sweat and had a terrible nightmare, but he couldn't remember what the nightmare was.