Chapter 1171 Song Laosan was provoked again

Song Zhiqing dragged his tired body back to the mansion. Last night, he stayed at Xingshan Temple for a night of spiritual life, and even took a sick leave and did not go to the morning court. This was a complete relationship with Bai Shuilian.

He entered Youran Garden, and everything inside was still there, without any change. In the middle of the house, the person seemed to be holding on the door frame like the past, nodding at him with a clever smile, and saying, "Sanlang, you are here."

But after waiting for a while, no, the man did not come out.

Maybe she will never come out again.

Song Zhiqing couldn't tell what he was feeling, but felt his chest was stuffy. Looking around for a week, the servants didn't walk around the courtyard, as if the people in the courtyard were gone, and the people who served were also lazy.

A stream of nameless fire jumped up from the bottom of the foot board.

Song Zhiqing walked into the main house, but saw Jingshui coming out of the bedroom, wearing plain clothes and clear soup noodles. When he saw him, he was stunned for a moment, walked forward in a few steps, and knelt down: "Master."

"You're here."

Jingshui raised her head, pursed her lips, and her eyes were red, as if she was feeling for tolerance.

When Song Zhiqing saw it, he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart and said, "Get up and talk."

Jingshui stood up from the ground and spoke with a crying voice: "Master, aunt..."

Song Zhiqing felt a little guilty and said, "Your aunt... it was all accidents. She was not blessed and her life was not good."

Jingshui staggered, not knowing whether it was sad for Bai Shuilian's accidental death or because of the words that sounded particularly bad.

"How could this happen? People go out to burn incense and worship Buddha, but why can't they come back? Poor Master and Miss Wu, what should they do in the future without their own mother?" She sobbed softly.

Song Zhiqing said: "Don't worry, with me here, they will not be wronged."

Jingshui nodded, but she sneered in her heart. She was just listening to this.

There have always been words that heard the laughter of new people and not the crying of old people. Bai Shuilian's heart had changed before his death, let alone this person left?

When people leave, the tea is cold. Perhaps Song Zhiqing will be sad for Bai Shuilian now, but over time, he will gradually forget it, especially when new people enter and new children are born, he will forget it faster.

"Master, my wife sent someone to pick up my aunt's things this morning." Jingshui reported again, saying, "I also know the rules. I don't have to keep my aunt's things, but I just remember the two young ladies and ladies, and I'm still young, and I'll leave one or two pieces for my future thoughts. In this way, there will always be someone who remembers my aunt."

Song Zhiqing was stunned and looked around for a while. No wonder he felt a little weird when he walked in. Now it seems that he knew the monster was, but he had a lot of things empty. Except for some large items and some small items, some of them were gone, which were all things that Bai Shuilian used on weekdays.

He walked into the bedroom again, and it was even more empty, and the bed was left with only one bed frame, and the tent, quilt and other things disappeared.

When I opened the wardrobe, it was also empty. The whole house looked particularly empty and desolate, as if no one had ever existed.

Lu, she couldn't wait.

It was only a day since the person left, so he hurriedly eliminated her existence. Do you think he was a dead person?

Outside, the cry of a baby sounded, which was very desolate and felt sad when you heard it.

Anger rose from his chest, and Song Zhiqing turned around and walked out of the bedroom, leaving Youran Garden, and headed straight for Meiyuan.

Jingshui chased after a few steps, looked at his disappearing back, his eyes calmly.
Chapter completed!