Lin Wanjun lived in her and Song Zhanjin's new house, and was overwhelmed with emotions.
When I first came here, I opened my eyes here.
A strange room, a strange man, a strange self, and a strange and ridiculous life...
Now that she has returned after so many experiences, she feels a sense of confusion and remoteness at the changes that have taken place in the world.
In addition to being their wedding room, this is also where Song Zhanjin grew up.
According to Li Yuetang, Song Zhanjin has lived in this room since he was seven years old. Even when he got married and decorated his wedding room, he did not throw away Song Zhanjin's things, but placed them at the bottom of the cabinet.
Unable to fall asleep alone, Lin Wanjun got up and began to rummage through Song Zhanjin's boxes and drawers to explore the secrets of his youth.
This exploration is not a big deal.
Good job.
Foreign swimsuit beauty magazines and erotic novels are all good things that cannot be found on the market.
Looking at a beauty magazine that was flipped to the point of frayed edges, Lin Wanjun's eyes were a little complicated.
Wow, it seems that this was Captain Song’s favorite magazine during his adolescence.
Well, the conditions at the front are tough, so why not bring this beauty magazine to Captain Song to give him some comfort.
So she picked out a few magazines and novels that had been read to the point of being worn out, and stuffed them all into her bag.
She couldn't wait to see how cute Song Zhanjin's expression would be when he saw the "surprise" she had given him.
It must be a surprise, definitely not a shock.
Scrolling down, Lin Wanjun discovered another photo album.
I have to say that Song Zhanjin had a very happy childhood. The photo album records his growth process, from a baby in swaddling clothes to a teenager joining the army. The most recent one is their wedding photo.
Song Zhanjin's expression in the photo is serious and even solemn, and it is obvious that he was forced.
Looking at the vicious female supporting character in the photo, she has an indifferent and disdainful smile on her face, which is not as arrogant and vicious as described in the original plot.
Perhaps it was telepathy, Lin Wanjun even saw sadness and pain in the eyes of the vicious female supporting character.
Lin Wanjun stared for a long time, sighed, and closed the photo album.
She walked into the space and, as expected, saw Song Xiu still standing in the rain alley like a stone pillar, staring at the beautiful figure.
Even though he knew all this was fake, Song Xiu was still obsessed with it. The tenderness in his eyes was almost honey-like, so much so that he didn't react until Lin Wanjun called out to him several times.
"Junjun, why are you here?"
As soon as Song Xiu spoke, the beautiful figure stopped, turned around and stared at Song Xiu with a smile as beautiful as a flower.
"Young man, what are you talking about?"
Then, her figure disappeared in the rain.
Lin Wanjun looked at Song Xiu's lost eyes and handed the photo album to him.
"Here, there's a photo of my great-grandmother."
Song Xiu was stunned, and took the album with a slight trembling. He opened it and the first photo was a family photo.
I saw a white-haired old lady sitting in the middle, holding two babies in her arms.
Even though her face had aged, Song Xiu recognized the white-haired old lady at a glance.
"It's the old Zhijin! I said it all those years ago, even if she's in her seventies or eighties, she'll still be the most beautiful old lady."
Song Xiu gently stroked his wife's aging face, feeling sad.
"I look so young. What if she doesn't recognize me when I get down there? What if she dislikes me?"
"Junjun, do you have any way to make me become an old man too?"
An old man like his wife.
Lin Wanjun shook her head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Who wants to become an old man, only those who want to achieve immortality and regain youth?
"I'll be leaving North City soon, old man. Do you want to visit the old lady's grave?"
Lin Wanjun asked.
Song Zheng's hand, which was flipping through the photo album, trembled slightly, and he answered in a hoarse voice after a moment.
"Yes! Of course I do."
He had regained his composure, and there was even a hint of joy in his eyes.
"That's Zhijin and I's new home. It's where we'll be together forever in another world. How could I not go home?"
When he remained immortal in this spatial world, the boundless loneliness made him despair and pain.
He wanted to go home, to be home with his wife.
Lin Wanjun said, "Then I'll take you to see it tomorrow morning."
After breakfast the next day, Lin Wanjun and Li Yuetang took a car to the Song family’s ancestral tomb to pay homage.
The Song family's ancestral tomb is in the suburbs, which was the place that old lady Wei Zhijin personally chose for her and her husband to settle down.
There are mountains and water and the environment is quiet.
Song Mingcheng, the grandson, bought the land and built a yard. Wei Zhijin lived here in his last few years.
After his death, a tomb was built a few hundred meters behind the yard, and the relatives of the Song family who died in foreign lands due to war were moved there.
This place became the ancestral tomb of the Song family.
Lin Wanjun deliberately left one eye for Song Xiu, and asked him to look at the road leading to the ancestral tomb from the military compound so that he would remember the way home.
After driving for about two hours, the car finally arrived at the old house in the suburbs.
After the worship, Lin Wanjun used the excuse of taking a walk around and returned to Wei Zhijin's grave alone.
This is a joint tomb where Song Xiu's clothes and bones are buried together with Wei Zhijin's bones. On the tombstone is a photo of Song Xiu and Wei Zhijin when they were young.
"Grandpa, this is your and Grandma's home."
Lin Wanjun's left eye couldn't control itself and tears rolled down.
She wiped her tears calmly and said, "This is the place that my great-grandmother chose herself. She said your greatest wish was to plant beans at the foot of the southern mountain."
Song Xiu didn't say anything, but Lin Wanjun could feel the old man's excited emotions.
At one point, Lin Wanjun even felt that her body seemed to be out of control.
She couldn't help but reach out and touch the photo on the tombstone, gently stroking the face of her great-grandmother Wei Zhijin.
"Jijin! Zhijin! I'm back!"
Song Xiu's voice echoed in her mind, and tears kept rolling down Lin Wanjun's eyes.
"Zhijin, I'm sorry for leaving you alone guarding my clothes for all these years. No wonder you never appeared in my dreams. You must be blaming me, right?"
"I promised you that after the revolution was victorious, I would stay with you forever, through life and death, and I broke my promise."
Song Xiu was crying like a child who had made a mistake.
"Zhijin, let's never be separated again. Zhijin, I'm here to accompany you now!"
After Song Xiu finished saying this, Lin Wanjun suddenly felt her body tearing apart, and the finger wearing the ring was in excruciating pain.
She looked down and saw the ring become visible.
The originally deep emerald was surging with red light, as if blood was flowing, and finally, drops of it dripped along her fingers and fell in front of the grave.
The blood is hot.
Lin Wanjun was horrified. She wanted to force Song Xiu's soul back into the space to stop him from doing anything stupid.
But Song Xiu's power was so strong that no matter how she tried to stop him, she could not stop Song Xiu from dying.
The door leading to space suddenly appeared before my eyes.
The door was wide open, and in the circle of light, Song Zheng was about to step out...
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