Song Ci and Song Fei look alike, and when they wear sweatshirts and tie their hair up, they look even more alike.
Song Ci was pulled into the house by Yan Jiang. Yan Jiang kept chattering, "You said you would be back in a while. Allen has prepared lunch, and the dishes are almost cold." He pressed Song Ci on the dining chair.
Yan Jiang opened the cover of the food and served Song Ci a bowl of cod porridge. "Here, have this."
After looking at Yan Jiang for a moment, Song Ci finally picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of cod porridge, and put it into her mouth. It tasted very fresh and tender. After taking two bites, she felt a dull and uneasy feeling in her heart, and was particularly uncomfortable.
At the dinner table, Yan Jiangyan smiled and kept picking up dishes for Song Ci, all of which were Song Fei's favorites. Song Ci ate them one by one and said, "I'm full."
Yan Jiang stopped picking food for her.
Noticing that Yan Jiang hadn't eaten anything, Song Ci deliberately turned cold and imitated Song Fei's tone of voice, "You eat."
Yan Jiang really listened to her and stuffed rice into his mouth one mouthful after another, but didn't pick up much food.
Song Ci stared at him silently, feeling particularly uncomfortable. After dinner, Yan Jiang dragged Song Ci to the cinema and found a French movie called "Butterfly".
"Last time you mentioned that you wanted to watch this movie, and I found it." This is what Song Fei mentioned to Yan Jiang in Kinshasa.
Song Ci sat down and watched the movie with Yan Jiang.
The whole movie has beautiful scenery, a warm rhythm, and the interaction between the little girl and her grandfather is lively and interesting. This should be a movie that makes people happy both physically and mentally, but Song Ci became more and more silent as he watched it.
Finally, the movie is over.
Yan Jiang was about to switch to a new movie when he heard Song Ci calling his name, "A Jiang." Yan Jiang turned around and looked at Song Ci patiently and gently.
Song Ci suddenly stretched out her right hand and held Yan Jiang's much thinner cheek.
Yan Jiang was slightly stunned.
Song Ci raised her head and leaned her cheek towards Yan Jiang.
She seemed to be about to kiss him.
When Song Ci's lips were about to approach Yan Jiang's lips, Yan Jiang suddenly turned his head away and said, "How about I change the movie and watch The Legend of 1900?"
Song Ci sat back in his original position.
She pointed out calmly and ruthlessly: "You know I'm not her. Ah Jiang, are you still deceiving yourself?"
Yan Jiang didn't move.
"If you really treated me as her, you wouldn't have reacted like this when I kissed you just now. Facing Song Fei's initiative, how could you bear to refuse?"
Seeing Yan Jiang's tight lips and drooping eyebrows, Song Ci felt reluctant, but had to tell him: "Yan Jiang, I am not her, you know."
Yan Jiang suddenly covered his face with his hands. His shoulders trembled slightly, his throat moved up and down, and hot tears filled his fingers.
"Song Song..." Yan Jiang's voice broke as he opened his mouth. His voice was hoarse, like gauze cut by a pair of sharp scissors. "She's dead..."
"A Fei is dead, and her body is incomplete!" He cried so hard that he couldn't speak for a while. Song Ci quickly stood up and walked to Yan Jiang, hugged his head, and pressed him into his arms.
"There were broken limbs all over the floor. I looked everywhere for her head, but I couldn't find it. Song Song, I lost your sister..."
Yan Jiang had heard that people whose bodies were incomplete could not enter hell after death. They would become lonely ghosts, wandering the land of the dead day and night, constantly searching for their bodies.
Yan Jiang felt heartbroken when he thought that his Ah Fei would be trapped forever in a turbulent place in a foreign country.
Yan Jiang hugged Song Ci's waist tightly like a child, his tears and snot rubbing against Song Ci's sweatshirt. It was the first time Yan Jiang cried in front of Song Ci, crying so hard that he lost all dignity and his image was completely destroyed.
Song Ci's eyes also turned red, and she couldn't help crying along with Yan Jiang.
It wasn't until some time had passed that Song Ci realized Yan Jiang in her arms had stopped making any sound. She was very uneasy, thinking Yan Jiang had fainted. When she looked down, she realized that Yan Jiang was just asleep.
She just held Yan Jiang in her arms, not daring to let go or move.
After a while, Allen came in.
Seeing Yan Jiang finally fall asleep, he finally told Song Ci the truth. "Brother Jiang hasn't slept at all these days. He seems tireless. I was really worried that he would faint and fall to the ground. Song Song, thank goodness you came today."
"You should have called me earlier." Song Ci had been living in a daze these days and had not considered the situation on Yan Jiang's side.
She felt a little guilty that she had neglected Yan Jiang.
Allen hadn't gotten enough rest these days because he was taking care of Yan Jiang, and his eyes were a pale grey. Song Ci said to Allen, "Come on, Allen, give me a hand. Let's take him back to his room to sleep. You should also get some sleep, don't overwork yourself."
"good."
Yan Jiang was so exhausted that he fell asleep and did not wake up no matter how much Song Ci and Allen played with him.
Song Ci put Yan Jiang to sleep in the master bedroom. She turned on a wall lamp, fearing that he would wake up at night and get scared of the dark. "Alan, go get some rest. I'll be back soon."
Allen really couldn't hold on any longer. He yawned and went back to the guest bedroom to rest.
Song Ci went downstairs to clean up the bottles and jars in the kitchen, washed her hands, and then left.
She did not go home but to the house of rest.
Standing in the hall of the resting place, staring at Song Fei's urn, Song Ci smiled bitterly and couldn't help asking, "Song Fei, are you satisfied? Seeing Ah Jiang lose his mind and go crazy for you, are you satisfied?"
How could Song Fei answer her?
After stroking the cold urn for a long time, Song Ci leaned against the cabinet and cried. "Song Fei, I miss you so much!"
But I will never see you again.
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Song Ci walked out of the resting hall and saw Han Zhan.
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