Song Ci has traveled many places and suffered a lot in the past four years. He used to be the young master of the Liang family, but later he lived and drank all his life, tasted the world ’s bitterness, and was even chased by monsters from all walks of life.
He has complained more than once to make him look like this, and even to complain about the demon king, but in the memory he chose to forget, there is a long overdue truth-this is his own select.
Whether it is to become a monster to endure four-way hunting, or to be entangled with the smiley Yan Yan in his brain for the rest of his life, these are his own choices, not only in desperation but helplessness, but also he wants to get rid of this The strong thoughts of the family.
He was tired of all the things in his previous life. He desperately wanted a new identity and a new life, so as to heal the grievances in his heart.
This was a decision he made with great consciousness, but later he did not know whether it was because of the demon fruit or something else, and he forgot that memory.
The moment he hugged Mrs. Liang, who was embarrassed and wept, she cried, and wondered whether she was freeing herself or had already made her future decision.
Since ancient times, loved ones have been reunited with tears. This scene has moved people around more or less. Mrs. Liang cried almost out of breath, and pulled Song to walk to the front yard. "Come! Come and see your father, if he knows You will be happy when you come back! "
Song resigned, she pulled, crossed the familiar road, and came to Liang Bing's couch.
Liang Bing has been ill for a long time. He only drew a sigh of relief from the medicine and the thought of Song Ci. When Mrs. Liang broke into the door, there was a lot of movement, but Liang Bing only had the strength to open his eyes.
Liang Bing is much older than Mrs. Liang. Only four years ago, his hair was gray, his face was old-fashioned, and he had almost no breath of life. His open eyes glanced at him, but he closed it like he couldn't hold it. .
Seeing his father's appearance, Song Ci knelt on the bedside carefully, fearing that his voice would startle him, and whispered, "Dad, I'm back."
This dad seemed to walk through the layers of mist in Liang Bing's brain, awakening the consciousness enclosed at the lowest level. He opened his eyes again, this time it seemed more anxious, almost invisible eyes looked back and forth on Song Ci's face. , The more you look, the more sure you are.
A mournful wailing uttered in his hoarse voice, slowly forming a sentence, "My son--"
He reached out to touch Song Ci's face.
The division of the Liang family is not obvious. Even if Liang Bing is a family, he has been the distinguished young master of the Liang family since he was born. He has only held swords and pens in his hands. At the same time, his hands were thin into a bone, the knuckles were raised, and it was covered with a white, scary old skin.
Song Ci bowed his head, obediently put his face in the past, so Liang Bing successfully touched his face, "Dad, I'm here."
Liang Bing's paralyzed face slowly wrinkled, showing a painful expression, tears slipping from the gap between his eyes, one word at a time, trying his best to say, "Quieer, it's father ... sorry for you ... you have always been well."
Liang Bing repeated his mind, "You have always been fine ..."
Just this sentence, I should have told you.
In the latter half of the sentence, Liang Bing never had the opportunity to speak again. He seemed content and unwilling, and broke his last breath, completely avoiding the torture of illness.
Madam Liang screamed madly, yelled at the physician, and screamed at Liang Bing over and over again.
Song Ci shook his dangling hand, clenched his teeth, and held the exit to cry, but the pain was so painful, but it made Rong Bai feel more distressed, but this is what Song Ci must go through.
No one can bear this for him, and no one can make a choice for him.
Rong Bai quietly exited the room, and saw Liang Yanbei standing outside with her head raised, her beautiful eyes looking at the sky, her eyes faintly red.
This appearance reminded Rong Bai of the fact that when Yanbei was a kid, he hugged other people's necks and cried in his arms. He couldn't help but feel a little funny, so he interrupted Liang Yanbei's thoughts with a voice. ? "
Liang Yanbei was startled, turned to look at him, and pulled out a smile that was not a smile, "I saw you with my cousin before, what's your name?"
"Your uncle," Rong Baida said.
Liang Yanbei: "???"
"Ni Gongzi?" Liang Yanbei was not sure, because if Ni's pronunciation was too far from his mouth.
Rong Bai smiled, "The next time you meet, you will have to change your name and no longer call your cousin."
After Liang Yanbei realized that he was talking about Song Ci, he asked, "Why?"
"Because I took the initiative and carried him for a generation." Rong Bai took the cockroach feast to the north and raised his chin without giving any extra explanation. He left with his feet raised.
The rest of Liang Yanbei stood on the spot with a sullen expression on his face, his original sentimental mood was also disturbed by his inexplicable remarks, and he felt a bit depressed for a while before continuing to be sad.
The doctor quickly gave a conclusion and let Mrs. Liang start to do the funeral. However, Song Ci returned, and she was naturally responsible for handling these.
Mrs. Liang fainted into tears and was carried back to the house. He sat alone next to Liang Bing's body for a long time. When she went out, her eyes were red and swollen, and she pulled a plain white hair band to tie up her long hair.
He looked stunned, but the spirit in his eyes was still there. Rong Bai sighed softly, came forward and held his hand, the tentacles were cold. He put Song Ci's hand in his palm, using only The sound they could hear said, "Your dad ended the last knot, and walked at ease." Qiankun Tingshu www.qktsw.com
"I know." Song Ci pursed his lips slightly, quietly holding his hand under his wide sleeves, and whispered, "I know."
In the next few days, Song Ci was busy handling Liang Bing's funeral, so busy that he didn't have time to sleep. He watched the house wrapped in white cloth, Liang Bing's body was carried into the coffin, the coffin was crucified, and then he went to the coffin. Buried in the earth, his eyes were red and red, but no tears fell.
Song Ci was losing weight very quickly. Rong Bai looked in his eyes and felt quite distressed, but he could not say anything other than persuading him to eat more. In the past few days, he was really tired, let alone Rong Bai himself. He is getting weaker and weaker, and spends most of his time in deep sleep. Every time he coughs up blood, he is quietly wiped away, without putting any psychological pressure on Song Ci.
The funeral was not grand, but there should be no cut scenes. Liang Jun, who came far away from Jinling, wiped his eyes and wept for a while, which was the end of Liang Bing's funeral.
Song Ci always managed to get a good night's sleep, and Rong Bai kept quietly beside him, watching his peaceful sleeping face, and even a few coughs were suppressed in his chest.
Song Ci did not sleep well, Rong Bai could hear every cough, but his eyelids were too heavy, and he fell asleep until he fell awake when he didn't have the strength. When he woke up, Rong Bai lay on his back. The head of the bed fell asleep.
Song Ci looked for a while, carefully thinking that Rong Bai's state has become worse and worse these days, it seems to have been supporting, but did not say a word of urgency.
He was lifted out of bed, came out of the house quietly, and came to the pavilion in the courtyard. I saw Mrs. Liang sitting in the middle of it and looking at a rocky mountain. The death of Liang Bing had hit her badly, and she became ill for a few days. Only two days to barely get out of bed.
She wore a hat, covering her shaved hair roots, and turned around after hearing Song Ci's movement, raising a somewhat flattering and gentle smile, but very weak, "Quieer, are you awake? You have worked hard these days. "
"Mother." Because Song Ci had enough rest, a pair of dark eyes restored a lot of energy, and the handsome and delicate features were even more dazzling under the sun. He went under the gazebo and did not go up the stairs to look up at her. "I am Come to say goodbye to you. "
Mrs. Liang's face changed suddenly, and she suddenly stood up and ran down two steps, grabbing Song Ci's arm, "Quiet! You still have to go ?! Now that your father is gone, you are the only mother to rely on, if you go Now, what about mother? "
She looked at Song Ci in panic, almost begging, "In the past, it was the mother who was wrong, and the mother was willing to make up for it. Anything can be done! Resign, it is not easy for the mother to support you for more than 20 years. Now we are the only mother and son. , You must never leave your mother alone! "
"Mother." Song Ci looked at her indifferently, and the emotions in her eyes seemed a bit indifferent. "Some words, I might hurt you if I say them, but I still want to make it clear to you that I have suffered at the Liang family these years. I was so full of hatred that when I left home to Yanxiang Temple four years ago, I was actually dead there. "
"Now I am not Liang Shuhong any longer, not the child you often use to compare with Liang Shuli. My current name is Song Ci."
Song is the song that sent away all the past, resigning is resigning all the sad words.
He took a deep breath. Long sighs were mixed with various emotions. To Mrs. Liang, "I no longer hate you, but I still can't forgive you. Liang Shuhong who was suppressed by you with Liang Shuli is already in your The bad words died four years ago, and now my life has a new life, a life that does not belong to you and does not belong to the Liang family. "
"Nonsense!" Mrs. Liang could not accept Song's departure at all. It was the last straw in her life. She begged in various ways, repeatedly lowered her posture, and even wanted to kneel down to ask Song to stay. Resign and hold up.
Song Ci knelt down and gave a deep slap to Mrs. Liang, "Mrs. Liang, please be treasured in the future."
After all, Song Ci left, and he turned almost ruthlessly. Mrs. Liang struggled to step forward to seize him, but found that Song Ci in front of him was like a plume of smoke and could not be grasped at all. Song Ci ignored Mrs. Liang's retention and returned. In the room, gently awaken the whiteness in sleep.
Rong Bai raised his sleepy eyes, his voice was full of laziness, just like the first time he saw him, it was just the indifference on that day that was different from those eyes, but full of tenderness, and he asked, "When did you wake up? ? "
Song Ci said, "Just wake up."
Rong Bai stretched his arms lazily. The fox was clearly approaching the limit, but still calmly, "What are you doing today?"
Song Ci bowed his head and put a light kiss on his side. "Today is busy, let's go back to the demon world."
Rong Bai's eyes were bent, and he smiled as a fox, "Okay."
The two left Liang's house without even walking through the gate, and did not come to say goodbye to Liang Yanbei and Wenchan, because Song Ci would definitely have the opportunity to meet again after he knew.
After Mrs. Liang chased into the room, she found that Song Ci, who had just entered, was not in the room. She ran madly everywhere in the house, and finally realized that he had really left. She sat down on the ground and broke down. Heartbroken crying.
She lost her husband a few days ago, and lost her son at this moment.
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Let me explain here, Situ Zhoulan has no ending in the next post, so lending her an ending has nothing to do with Wen Chan and Liang Yanbei. The villains in the previous chapter just happened to be hit by Song Ci. The legacy of the scourge was considered by Song Ci when he was blackened.
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