Chapter 159 Song Keyen Suicide

After a long night, Song Keren always held Fang Shaowen's body and cried in a low voice. Even she couldn't imagine where she came from such strength. She cried all night and couldn't stop.

Little Liuzi sat silently at the door, and the ground was wet with tears from him. How should he explain to the master when he goes back? When he left Jingzhao, the young master was still alive. In just a few days, he...

Song Keren leaned against Fang Shaowen's stiff arm and quietly shed tears. Tears soaked through Fang Shaowen's sleeves, and the area of fainting became larger and larger.

Yesterday's situation is vivid, but now, he lies coldly in front of her, almost making her want to die like crazy. She couldn't help wondering if she was Kefu, otherwise, why did he worship heaven and earth and let go?

Song Keren hates herself a little. She should not agree to come out with him. If she still stays in Jingzhao City, he will definitely not leave, leave him alone, and taste the consequences of grief alone.

That morning, she was crying and saw such a beautiful sunrise for the first time in her life.

Half of the sky was dyed red, like blood, which was sad. After this night, there was a gap between yin and yang. In this night, she looked at his side face countless times, gently lifted his hair countless times, and stroked his hands with his hands countless times. Every move like this makes her remember him more clearly. Let his face be deeply engraved in my mind. He will be the last man in her life to be treated with truth.

He will be the last epilebula in her emotional world. If it wither, there will be no breath of love.

She just cried and recalled their past. For example, he led her out of the desert of time. For example, when they were on the way to Lin'an, he talked to her about his childhood. On that day, the release of the Buddha had just passed, and all the periods floated in front of me like a layer of mist.

In the past, he spoiled her very much, and everything was done by her nature to keep her from being wronged. At this moment, she remembered all his kindness to her. For example, he took her hand again and again; sometimes, he gently stabbed her hand with his newly grown beard; all this feeling was like just happened at that moment, and the next second, she was about to lose him.

At this moment, she only regrets the impulse of those years. If she refused to come to Hanzhong with him, such a thing would never happen. If she hadn't come to Hanzhong with him, it wouldn't have been his cold body in front of her.

I was deeply annoyed, and these were meaningless except for a loud cry.

If time would stop at this second, she would rather die. She just wants to lie on his knees and recall the warmth he gave her again. But this is a simple and luxurious thing.

When it's dawn, it means loss.

Xiao Liuzi wiped off his nose and tears, gritted his teeth and came in.

Xiao Liuzi looked at Song Keren, who cried without strength, and couldn't help clenching his fists. In this small earthen house, Fang Shaowen's body was like a cold stone statue.

However, he can't tolerate the mother's decadence. Besides, Fang Shaowen's body is still cold. Of course, what he has to do now is not crying here.

Xiao Liuzi gritted his teeth and made up his mind fiercely. He held his hands and looked at it from afar, like a big character. He worked hard and squeezed a few words out of his teeth.

"You have to do the funeral first!" Xiao Liuzi said.

When Song Keren heard this, he suddenly sobbed and cried again.

Little Liuzi was anxious and fiercely criticized: "You can't let the young master stay here for a lifetime, he will always be a Beijing Zhao..." Before he finished speaking, he found that his voice was also choking in trembling, and two lines of tears unconsciously flowed down again.

Xiao Liuzi's heart softened and knelt down with a "poof". He knelt down and took two steps forward and knelt down in front of Fang Shaowen.

"Young master, it's Xiao Liuzi's fault. If Xiao Liuzi hadn't gone out to see the white wolf, the young master would not have... the young master..."

Xiao Liuzi's words moved Song Keren. Song Keren cried out with a "wow" and remembered the tragedy last night and the situation in which Fang Shaowen protected her chest.

"Young grandma, you have to kill the little six, but you can't let the young master live in a foreign country...shao..."

"You... stop talking... Why don't I know? You...go to the city to contact the shopkeeper of the Fang family in Hanzhong and order him to come quickly... to prepare for the afterlife..."

Song Keren choked and looked at Fang Shaowen. She threw herself on Fang Shaowen and couldn't wait to follow him immediately.

Xiao Liuzi nodded, took his life, reached out to wipe away his tears, raised his leg and went out. He quickly moved the horse from the backyard, pulled it out of the yard, and hurried away.

The air in the countryside in winter is very fresh, and the cold air in the morning easily freezes Xiao Liuzi's nose as red as a puppy's nose.

The old trees stretched out their dry branches and twisted their bodies, inlaid one by one on both sides of the road. Xiao Liuzi has only seen singing and never dancing in his life, so in his eyes, these old trees should be the legendary girls who danced for the emperor in the palace.

I didn't sleep all night, and there were all kinds of things going back and forth in Xiao Liuzi's head. The girl dancing in the fantasy palace, the big hole poked out by darts in front of Fang Shao's bra, Song Keren's crying, and the saliva flowing from his mouth when the horse ran up.

The big tree and the wheat field passed by Xiao Liuzi in an instant. Suddenly, Xiao Liuzi pulled the reins and the horse immediately stopped.

Little Liuzi patted his thigh and shouted, "Ouch!"

After shouting, he quickly turned around and ran back.

At home, Song Keren took out a dark green belt from the burden. I heard that people who hang themselves should not be stained with red, otherwise they will become fierce ghosts that they are afraid of.

Song Keyen brought a sturdy-looking stool. She stood on the stool and tried to throw her belt on the beam. Once failed, once again failed.

It turns out that the belt is too soft.

Dare to hang, there are so many ways to hang.

As a last resort, Song Keren came down from the chair, touched the oil lamp, poured out the lamp oil inside, wiped it with a cloth, and finally shook it. Seeing that the oil lamp did not leak out, one end of the oil lamp was tied to one end of the belt.

Song Keren stood on the chair again and shook the beam fiercely. The belt with the oil lamp was very obediently wrapped around the beam. Song Keren rubbed his arm, then took off the oil lamp and tied a dead knot on the belt.

She glanced at the red cover on the table. Last night, she covered this red cloth and kissed Fang Shaowencheng. Last night, Fang Shaowen gently lifted the cover and kissed her forehead deeply.

Song Keren saw Fang Shaowen's body again, and her tears fell down again. She turned her head, gently closed her eyes, crossed her feet, and put her head into the knotted belt.

With a bang, the chair fell to the ground. Song Ke's whole weight was pressed on the rope, and a breath of unprecedented suffering attacked her. She subconsciously spit out her tongue, and then remembered that the tongues of the hanging ghost were long.

A blank hit her brain, which was so uncomfortable that she almost wanted to get herself off the rope. But when she thought of Fang Shaowen's body, Song Keyen stopped struggling. She only told herself in her heart and endured it.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of horses' hoofs outside the yard. Then, only one person was heard hurriedly running through the door. As soon as I ran to the door, I only heard the man shout, "Oh!"

Then, a gust of wind hit her, and then her feet were dragged by a pair of big palms, and then she was carried down from the rope like a rotten bamboo pole in autumn.

Then, a rough thumb pressed her man.

Song Keren opened his eyes and saw Xiao Liuzi looking at her anxiously. Seeing Song Keren sober, Xiao Liuzi seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He sat on the ground with his soft buttocks and could no longer stand up.

Song Keren lay on the ground, and two lines of tears flowed down. The feeling of numbness just now was gone, and the hot tears made her feel warm again.

Hearing this, Xiao Liuzi scolded: "I just felt something was wrong, thanks to my long mind. Why don't you think about it? If you are gone, how can I explain it to the young master? Why don't you think about me? Do you know how bad it is that the young master is gone? It was because I didn't protect it well, young master, that the young master was wronged. If you are leaving, what should I do when I go back? Isn't it? I also jumped into the well, and everyone died in this poor country!"

Song Keren was silent and only lay on the ground silently with tears. The earth brick ground was cold, and the cold pierced directly into her bones. She didn't die. She just wanted to go with him, and even this right was exploited. Her tears flowed faster and faster, almost drowning her sadness.

Xiao Liuzi looked at Song Keren's appearance and suddenly raised his hand and gave him two mouths fiercely, and then cried out.

"It's all my fault. If I hadn't gone out to see the white wolf, the young master would not have been killed by the white wolf!" Xiao Liuzi cried and said.

Song Keren gently closed his eyes, and the scene before Fang Shaowen's death appeared in front of her again.

"Go to Hanzhong to find the shopkeeper of the Fang family. We can't take care of such a big thing. Besides, as you said, you can't ask him to be buried in this wilderness and countryside, at least go back to Beijing, at least to his hometown. Go and tell them to do it. If you don't go, it will be too late. Song Keren said.

But she thought to herself that if Xiao Liuzi hadn't come back just now, she would have died and would have been buried with him. In this way, although we can't live together and die, we can always rely on each other.

She can't imagine what's the point of living without him.