Beijing Night Snow

Chapter 62 We will be fine in the future

Song Jinhe started crying again. Chen Yucong didn't know why, but he subconsciously turned off the fire and went to Song Jinhe's side as soon as possible.

"Sui Sui." Chen Yucong walked in front of Song Jinhe and looked at her bewilderedly.

Song Jinhe just shed tears silently. Her state at this moment was very complicated. She was feeling uncomfortable because of Chen Yucong, but she also needed Chen Yucong's comfort.

Chen Yucong didn't ask what was wrong with Song Jinhe. He just picked her up and walked towards the living room.

Sitting down on the sofa, Chen Yucong took a tissue and carefully wiped the tears from the corners of Song Jinhe's eyes.

He still didn't ask anything. Song Jinhe's mood was unstable now. Maybe there was no reason at all. She was just unhappy.

After helping Song Jinhe wipe away her tears and watching her emotions gradually stabilize, Chen Yucong asked, "Do you feel better?"

Song Jinhe didn't say anything and didn't make any movements, just looked at Chen Yucong in front of her.

Chen Yucong wanted to say something, but he really didn't know what to say, so he just stared at Song Jinhe blankly.

After a while, Song Jinhe suddenly reached out and hugged Chen Yucong. Her action was so sudden that Chen Yucong was a little unresponsive for a while.

He raised his hands, and after hesitating for a moment, he hugged Song Jinhe. He placed his palm on Song Jinhe's back and patted her gently.

"Chen Yucong, can we be good to each other in the future?" Song Jinhe asked in a hoarse voice.

Chen Yucong said: "Okay, we'll be fine."

"Will we separate in the future because of disagreements and bad relationships?" Song Jinhe asked again.

Chen Yucong said: "No, we won't quarrel, and we won't separate."

"We will always be together, right?"

"Yes, we will always be together."

No matter what Song Jinhe asked, Chen Yucong would answer that they would not separate.

"But." Song Jinhe choked up and couldn't speak, it seemed that it was difficult to make this decision.

Chen Yucong was not in a hurry either. He just patted Song Jinhe's back gently to calm her down.

After a long time, Song Jinhe cried and said, "Chen Yucong, we must be fine in the future."

Otherwise, who can they be worthy of?

Chen Yucong said: "Yes, we will be together well and we will be happy."

When the two sat down at the dining table to eat, Song Jinhe was still silent. The tear marks on her face had been washed away, but her eyes were still a little red and swollen.

Chen Yucong picked up some food for Song Jinhe and said softly, "I have some work to do tomorrow and won't be back until the evening."

"Yeah." Song Jinhe agreed in a deep voice.

"Auntie has returned and will come to cook tomorrow at noon." Chen Yucong said again.

Song Jinhe did not respond, but just nodded to show that she understood.

Seeing that she didn't look very good at the moment, Chen Yucong didn't say anything more and let her eat quietly.

After the meal, Chen Yucong went to clean up the kitchen. When he came out, he found that Song Jinhe was no longer in the living room, so he subconsciously walked towards the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Song Jinhe was curled up on a small sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, not knowing what she was thinking about, until she saw the reflection of Chen Yucong in the window, and then she came to her senses.

Song Jinhe turned around and looked at Chen Yucong, and Chen Yucong squatted down after walking to the sofa.

The two just stared at each other. The next moment, Song Jinhe reached out and hugged Chen Yucong. She closed her eyes slightly, moved closer to Chen Yucong, and kissed him.

Chen Yucong was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he quickly took the initiative.

Song Jinhe soon became limp, but Chen Yucong would not let it end there. He hugged Song Jinhe, let her lean on his arms, and continued to kiss her.

The reflections in the floor-to-ceiling windows became more and more charming, making the already warm bedroom even more hot and unbearable.

Chen Yucong carried Song Jinhe back to the bed, took off his cumbersome clothes, and leaned over to kiss her again.

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The next day.

When Song Jinhe woke up in a daze, the first thing she saw was a moving figure.

She felt it was a little unreal and couldn't help but frowning. As time passed, Song Jinhe gradually became more sober.

The figure she saw just now was Chen Yucong.

At this time, Chen Yucong didn't know that Song Jinhe had woken up. He came out of the bedroom and went straight out the door.

Song Jinhe lay there for a long time. Her head was groggy, but she couldn't fall asleep, so she just got up.

She came out of the bedroom without washing up. She saw the breakfast prepared by Chen Yucong for her on the dining table. Song Jinhe poured a glass of water and drank it. She felt much better in her throat.

After standing there in a daze for a while, Song Jinhe turned back to the bedroom, washed up, changed her clothes, ate some breakfast casually, and went out.

It was also a good day today, and Song Jinhe was driving on a familiar road.

However, as the location became more and more remote, when Song Jinhe arrived at Ci'an Mountain, there was still a thin fog on the mountain and the road was a little unclear.

Song Jinhe slowed down the car, putting safety first.

When they arrived at the parking area of ​​Ci'an Mountain, Song Jinhe parked the car and got out with her down jacket and scarf.

After getting dressed, Song Jinhe walked towards the path leading up the mountain.

Still walking up step by step, Song Jinhe kept calm and didn't know what he was thinking about at this moment.

By the time she climbed to the top of the mountain, the sun had already come out. Song Jinhe stood on the flat ground, took a deep breath, looked at the slightly solemn hall, and walked over again.

Song Jinhe went to the main hall to burn incense first. Every time she came here to burn incense, Song Jinhe knelt down in front of the Buddha very devoutly.

She was afraid that if her heart was not sincere, the Buddha would not bless them, so every time Song Jinhe moved, she was very pious and humbled herself.

After this was over, Song Jinhe looked around and didn't see the host, but she didn't insist on looking for the host.

She walked towards the side hall. Song Jinhe had been here many times. Even without the host to lead the way, she knew where it was.

When Song Jinhe went over, the door was closed. She raised her hand, pushed the door gently, and walked in alone.

The three memorial tablets enshrined in the house are for Song’s father and mother and the child named “Pingle” by Song Jinhe.

Song Jinhe took a few steps forward, reached out her hand and gently stroked the tablets of the dead. She felt empty and uncomfortable in her heart.

Especially when she saw "Pingle", the child she had dreamed of before suddenly became clear in Song Jinhe's mind.

Song Jinhe couldn't help but have red eyes. She bit her lips hard to prevent herself from crying.

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　　(End of this chapter)