Looking at Shen''s mother with red eyes, Shen''s father immediately got the answer.

    Father Shen felt guilty.

    It seems that he really did wrong.

    The girl on the stage was radiant and her face was filled with the love of opera.

    Although Shen Fu hasn''t heard much of the play, he knows that the play just sung by Qingqing is not half the play that ordinary people can come with their mouth open. On the contrary, the basic skills seem to be very solid and sound very comfortable.

    Shen Wanqing came out after changing his clothes and unloading his makeup.

    The play has been sung and addicted. She hasn''t forgotten the remaining half of the scallion cake.

    Shen Wanqing came over with scallion cake.

    It''s a pity.

    The scallion cake has been put for a long time, and it is already cold.

    As soon as she came over, she saw Shen''s father and mother looking at themselves with loving and guilty eyes.

    Shen Wanqing: "

    She turned away without hesitation.

    What are you looking at.

    This look is nothing good.

    Look at Mrs. Shen''s crying look of red eyes. She may pull her to cry a basin of tears.

    Shen Fu:

    Shen Mu: "??"

    The two brewing a cavity of father''s love and mother''s love froze at this moment.

    ——

    It''s a bit cloudy in Peiping today. The sun is not big. It''s a sunny day.

    The white haired old lady looked out at the sky with a crutch.

    Domestic white pigeons fly up to the eaves and shake their white wings.

    "What''s the date today?" the old lady coughed and asked the old housekeeper.

    The old housekeeper had a meal and then remembered, "today is the sixth day of August."

    "Yanxiu, go and have a look."

    The old lady was leaning on a crutch and her face was full of vicissitudes and sadness.

    "Yes," replied the old housekeeper, "today is the death day of the second young grandmother. The second master went out early in the morning."

    "Ten years..."

    The old lady was supported by the old housekeeper. "Qingqing has been away for ten years. The child Yanxiu hasn''t put down yet."

    The old housekeeper didn''t speak, listening to the old lady thinking about the past.

    Hearing the old lady coughing several times, the old housekeeper advised, "old lady, it''s windy outside. Let''s go first?"

    The old lady covered her lips with a handkerchief and coughed a few times.

    She shook her head and said, "no, don''t go in. Send someone to get on the bus, and I''ll go to the cemetery to see Qingqing."

    The old housekeeper wanted to persuade the old lady. Now the old lady is in her eighties and her bones are weaker. How can she experience such a journey.

    Before he could persuade him, the old lady went to urge him to prepare the car.

    …

    …

    Cemetery.

    It is very quiet here. There is only a dead body sleeping peacefully on the ground.

    In front of the tombstone stood a slender and indifferent figure.

    The cool wind was blowing, and aide Su and his party stood there waiting.

    In front of the tombstone stood several plates of beautiful cakes that she used to like to eat.

    When the old lady came over, she saw Jing Yanxiu standing in silence in front of the tombstone like a stone carving.

    Low eyes, no words.

    Just quiet company.

    The old housekeeper helped the old lady over.

    The old lady leaned on her crutch and looked at the "Tomb of her beloved wife Shen in the late Qing Dynasty" carved on the stone tablet. She pursed her lips and was silent.

    In a trance, the old lady remembered what happened ten years ago.

    At that time, Yanxiu stayed awake with Qingqing day and night.

    The first thing to do the next morning was to ask Feng Fengguang to arrange the marriage for him and Shen Wanqing.

    That marriage was so great that it not only caused a sensation in Peiping, but even outside the province.

    The whole Beiping people know that the military and political power in Beiping married a dead man as his wife.

    And cherish it very much.

    The dead wife was his life.