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Chapter 143 Don't speak?then when you agree

When Meng Ziyu returned home, her expression looked the same as usual.Finding a glass vase and inserting the broken rose, holding the blood-stained card for a long time to look at, and finally slipping it into Song Jun's secret notebook.Fingers lingered on the notebook for a long time, but finally did not open it again.Turning around and leaving, she took out the hijab that was about to be embroidered from her room and sat in front of the window sill, stitching and moving, the earnestness between her eyebrows and eyes enveloped her with a faint halo.It's just that every few stitches embroidered, her fingers would be hurt, but she continued to embroider regardless of her scarred hands.

"It's finally embroidered, and it's enough to hang tassels on the four corners. Does it look good?"

Meng Ziyu unfolded the hijab to look at it, and she was quite satisfied, so she subconsciously turned around and asked.Laughing at herself, she put the hijab on the sofa and got up and went back to her room. Tired of body and mind, she fell asleep and had a good night's dream.In the dream, Meng Ziyu changed into a rich and gorgeous phoenix crown and Xiapei, Song Jun was beaming in a bright red groom's outfit, and the big red flower on his chest looked a little funny.The tall and tall figure has a little childishness, which is something that can only be revealed in front of Meng Ziyu.

At this time, the two are engaged in the most important event in their lives. The bride who is covered by the hijab walks towards the groom step by step with the support of the bride.The warm and bright a hundred birds facing the phoenix made the atmosphere of the scene more intense, and the faintly audible sound of a hundred birds was light and melodious.Just when Meng Ziyu felt that he was about to walk in front of his sweetheart, a desolate and sad sorrow came from his ears, and he felt that everyone around him had disappeared.As soon as the hijab was lifted, the originally festive wedding hall turned into a piece of snow white, and there was a big black-and-white word 'Dian' in front of it.In the middle is a black and white portrait of Song Jun, and he himself is lying straight in the ice coffin.Looking down at herself, the bright red wedding dress turned into a white mourning dress at some point.

"What's going on? Why did it become like this?"

Meng Ziyu panicked as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and wanted to grab a person to ask, but she watched her hand pass through the person.Running in front of the heartbroken Song Jun's mother, she was still the same as before, unable to hear or see her.No matter how many people she found, everyone ignored her question.

"How could this be? How could this be? It shouldn't be like this."

Seeing her hands full of disbelief, she kept stepping back until her feet were empty, Meng Ziyu woke up from the dream with a scream.At this moment, a bell rang at the door, and she was so happy that she jumped out of bed to open the door without putting on her shoes.But when he opened the door and saw who was coming, the joy on his face faded a lot.After Meng Ziyu's parents heard the news of Song Jun's sacrifice, they were worried about what would happen to their daughter and rushed over overnight.Because in the usual conversations with her daughter on the phone, it can be seen that the two have a deep relationship, and she is afraid that she will not think about it for a while and do something stupid.A year ago, the daughter told them to find a skilled craftsman from Jiangnan to embroider her with a phoenix crown and Xiapei. It can be seen that the two have reached the point where they have agreed to each other for life.

"Ziyu!"

As soon as she opened the door, Meng's mother couldn't help crying when she saw her daughter in a trance.

"If you cry again, my daughter will collapse."

Meng's father hurriedly stopped him, but Meng's mother held back her tears.Meng Ziyu was a little puzzled, why did his parents come here.

"Mom and Dad, why are you here?"

Meng Ziyu's parents looked at each other, and they could see deep worry in each other's eyes. The daughter's current mental state is really worrying.

"Ziyu, are you okay?"

Meng's mother asked tentatively, only to see her daughter smiled brightly, "Of course, my daughter just embroidered the hijab. Mom, let's see how it goes."

As he spoke, he went to the sofa and picked up a piece of scarlet silk fabric and handed it over. A phoenix embroidered with gold thread came alive on the three-foot-three-wide scarlet silk.It's just that for some reason, the golden phoenix has blood stains on its body.Especially at the corner of the eye, it looks like a golden phoenix weeping blood.Meng's mother grabbed her daughter's hand, and the left fingertips were densely covered with needle holes.Just as she was about to speak, the mobile phone on the coffee table rang. It was the wedding march, which Meng Ziyu had replaced half a year ago, and that was also the beginning of her embroidering hijab.

"aunt."

The official Song Jun's mother who called, pondered for a moment and said, "Ziyu, about Song Jun's funeral."

Meng Ziyu glanced at her parents, and returned to the room with her mobile phone. Meng Ziyu's parents stuck to the door trying to listen to something, but they couldn't hear anything except occasional low voices.About half an hour later, Meng Ziyu came out of the room, and her emotions could not be seen from the expression on her face.

"Mom and Dad, go to my room and sleep for a while, we'll go there when it's dawn."

After speaking, he hugged the quilt and went into Song Jun's room. The remaining breath in the air gradually faded, just like the person who disappeared in his life will eventually disappear completely one day.Meng Ziyu buried her head on Song Jun's bed, wanting to get some comfort from the breath above.She forced herself to fall asleep, because her little boyfriend said that staying up late can cause irreversible damage to a girl's body, and she hopes she can sleep well every day.

"Ah Jun, I can't sleep."

Thinking obsessively, a moment later, the room was lit with warm yellow lights, Meng Ziyu got up and took out Song Jun's diary again, along with a ring box.When I opened it, there was a pair of diamond rings inside. The diamonds were not big but had a unique shape, and my heart ached.He walked to the bed, wrapped himself in a quilt, and sat down on the floor against the bedside table.With a light flick of the finger, a photo fell out of the interlayer, on which was himself in a white dress, and the memories were flipped from the bottom of the memory.

"Ah Jun, is it pretty?"

The two finally had time to communicate. Although the weather was not very warm, Meng Ziyu still put on the skirt, just because her little boyfriend said before that he wanted to see how the white skirt looked on her.Song Jun stared at the person on the other side of the camera, Meng Ziyu couldn't help but blush when he saw his idiot face.

"Sister, I didn't see clearly just now, can you do it again?"

Song Jun's voice has a little milky sound, if his classmates hear this, they will laugh out loud.With his fingers, he quietly turned on the screen recording function. His sister's skirt was flying just now, she looked so beautiful, pure and flawless like a blooming white lily. He wanted to keep this beautiful scene.Meng Ziyu looked at the pedestrians around him. Although they didn't look in his direction, they were still nervous.Gritting his teeth, he put the phone back up.

"Song Jun, what are you doing?"

Just when Song Jun was indulging in his sister's beauty, a high-pitched and clear voice suddenly sounded behind him.Meng Ziyu took the initiative to hang up the video after hearing the voice on the other end, and she couldn't delay her little boyfriend's studies anyway.Meng Ziyu's memories were suddenly interrupted, and she reached out to touch her face, and warm liquid was flowing.This was the first time Song Jun shed tears within 24 hours after his death.

Without wiping the tears off his face, he lowered his head in a panic to check the diary on his lap.Sure enough, there was liquid dripping on it, and some handwriting had become blurred.He raised his sleeves to wipe off the remaining tear stains, and carefully blotted off the water stains with tissue paper.At this time, Meng Ziyu was in no mood to read any more, reached out to turn off the light, and sat on the ground holding the diary all night.

Meng Ziyu raised his head in a haze, and subconsciously raised his hand to block the glare of the sun.In the past two or three minutes, the eyes that had already adapted to the darkness gradually accepted the light.He got up from the ground with difficulty, and his tailbone was a little sore.Her body was staggering and she was on the verge of falling, and the numbness in her legs made it difficult for her to move even an inch.When I opened the door, I found that my parents were already waiting in the living room.

"Mom and Dad, my daughter is going to change clothes and set off."

Meng Ziyu's parents felt distressed when they saw their daughter's tired look, and Meng Ziyu came out of the room again with a different appearance.The delicate face was lightly covered with makeup. If she hadn't seen the red blood in her eyes, who would have known that the person in front of her hadn't slept all night.Ru Mo's long hair was pulled up high, revealing her slender neck, the broken hair at the back of her head was pinned up by two pearl hair clips, and she was wearing the white dress that Song Jun had seen for thousands of years.

"Mom and Dad, let's go."

What Mother Meng wanted to say was stopped by Father Meng with his eyes, and he followed behind his daughter in silence.Meng Ziyu took his parents to a breakfast shop outside the community. His house's pickled pork with pickled vegetables and steamed buns stuffed with sauerkraut, the thick and salty camellia oil and the golden millet porridge are all excellent.She remembered the scene when the two of them came here to eat together, and the way he devoured it was still in front of her eyes.

"Ziyu, you can eat some too."

Meng's mother saw that her daughter hadn't moved her chopsticks, so she added a sauerkraut bun and put it in front of her.Subconsciousness is like Meng Ziyu who refuses, seeing her mother's worried eyes, swallowing the words that have already reached her lips.Although he didn't have any appetite, in order not to let his aging parents continue to worry about him, he still picked up the white and fat buns and stuffed them into his mouth.The body reacted instinctively. In order not to vomit on the spot, Meng Ziyu chewed vigorously, straightened her neck slightly, and swallowed with difficulty. Her pretending calm expression was different in the eyes of the parents opposite.

"Mom and Dad, eat slowly, I'll wait for you two outside."

After speaking, he quickly got up and left, walked quickly to a corner, and the food he ate appeared on the ground in the next second.The vomiting didn't stop because of this, the stomach spasm caused the acid water to surge up against the esophagus, and the strong sourness in the mouth made Meng Ziyu frowned.After she cleaned herself and the soiled floor, her parents also came out of the breakfast shop.

There was silence along the way, and the discomfort in his stomach made Meng Ziyu lean on the seat with his eyes closed from the moment he got on the bus.Feeling the warmth from my hand, I opened my eyes and saw my mother was holding my hand, and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"uncle and auntie."

Song Jun's father just came back from out of town this morning, still wearing a police uniform.It is said that men do not talk lightly when they have tears, and this strong and resolute man couldn't help but turn red in the face of the pain of losing a son.

"Ziyu, you're here."

Song Jun's mother came over and held her hand tightly. Even though it was the end of summer, her hand shouldn't be so cold. Worry appeared in her eyes.

"Don't worry, Auntie, I'm fine."

Meng Ziyu looked calmly at her future mother-in-law who had nothing to do with her. She would not do those stupid things, but she was still a little sad now.Give her some time, and she will definitely return to her former appearance.

"Please grief."

Meng Ziyu's parents didn't know how to comfort them, and it took a long time before they said this comforting word that followed the crowd.The pain of losing a child is a deep sorrow for any parent, and all the words of comfort in the world cannot heal the pain in the heart.While the pain fades over time, the indelible scar will remain forever.Meng Ziyu looked at the mourning hall, which was exactly the same as the scene in his dream.The difference is that there are no crowds who come to express their condolences like flowing water, only relatives and colleagues from the work unit are here.

Leaving herself and Song Jun's parents, she walked alone to the side of the man lying quietly in the ice coffin.The retouched face looked as if she had fallen asleep. If it weren't for the coldness coming from her fingertips, Meng Ziyu still couldn't believe that her little boyfriend was really gone.Suddenly she smiled lightly, took off the ring on her hand, opened her backpack and took out a suede ring box.Inside is a pair of wedding rings that were previously found in a bookcase in Sung-joon’s room.Although it is not luxurious, it is the intention of the man in front of her to punch her.

"Ah Jun, let's get married."

Meng Ziyu took the lead in putting the ring on herself, and the mourning and joy at this time was the "hundred birds chasing the phoenix" of the two of them.

"If you don't speak, I will take it as your agreement."

Gently lifted the man's stiff and cold right hand, and gently inserted it into it.

"Look, it's just right."

The parents of both parties not far away were worried when they saw her actions, Song Jun's mother walked over and said softly: "Ziyu, Ah Jun definitely doesn't want to see you like this."

"Auntie, Ah Jun said a long time ago that he wanted to marry me."

His tone was flat, his eyes filled with anticipation.Song Jun's mother didn't answer, Meng Ziyu's eyes dimmed, she turned around and watched Song Jun stand for a long time.

Song Jun's funeral lasted for seven days. Except for the first day, Meng Ziyu did not appear again in the remaining five days, and today is the last day.

"what are you doing!"

Even Song Jun's father, who was busy with work during his son's funeral, came back from work and saw his son's mourning hall decorated as a wedding hall. The colleagues who came back with him felt incredible, but they couldn't show it on the surface.Seeing that his wife also took off her mourning clothes and put on her grandma-in-law's attire, she angrily walked over and questioned her loudly.

"This is my son's last wish, and I just help him realize it."

Song Jun's mother looked at her son with love and tenderness. She took off her police uniform, and she was just an ordinary mother.Then he turned his head and said to the man in front of him, "If you don't want to, you can leave, you don't have to force yourself to stay here."

"You are crazy, this is not in line with folk customs!"

Sung Joon's father can't accept such nonsense, and Sung Joon's mother is not afraid of him at all.Turning around, he said calmly, "Now I'm just the mother of my son."

At this time, a black Hummer was galloping towards here on the road, Meng Ziyu's father was driving, and his mother was getting married, and Meng Ziyu was sitting in the back seat in a bright red phoenix coronet.The delicate jade face under the hijab is full of spring, and the eyes that are as bright as the lake and mountains are full of the joy of the little daughter who is about to get married. The slender and shapely fingers that were originally stacked on the legs began to tangle with each other.Seeing her daughter's uneasy look, Meng's mother's eyes were red.In the past few days, their husband and wife persuaded day and night, but they never gave up their daughter's idea of ​​marrying the dead Song Jun.

Time passed little by little, and with the sound of the brakes, Meng Ziyu's heart speeded up suddenly, and everyone who was waiting outside the wedding hall to welcome the newcomers all looked over.

(End of this chapter)