Chapter 2 Sound, I miss you so much

Song Jianghe still didn't say anything. No one knew what he was thinking at this moment.

"Let's go back." Lin Xue said cautiously.

Song Jianghe silently walked forward. Lin Xue took a step behind and glared at Song Niannian, feeling as if he hated iron.

Song Niannian curled her lips slightly, obviously a little unhappy, but she didn't dare to say anything and followed Song Jianghe.

Lin Xue quickly stepped forward to help Song Jianghe, while Song Niannian and Lu Yunfan walked behind.

At this moment, there was no trace of sadness on Song Niannian's face. She even reached out and took Lu Yunfan's hand when no one was paying attention.

Lu Yunfan broke away, frowned slightly, looked at Song Niannian and warned in a low voice: "Be honest!"

"Hmph!" Song Niannian was very dissatisfied and couldn't help but muttered, "There's no one around now, what's wrong with holding hands?"

Lu Yunfan just glanced at Song Niannian, with some subtle disgust hidden in his eyes.

"Anyway, Song Shengsheng just passed away. If you don't want to be criticized, you should keep your distance from me during this period and wait until this matter is over!" Lu Yunfan said in a low voice.

Song Niannian, who was just a little unhappy at first, became even more unhappy after hearing this. She gritted her teeth and said, "It's so annoying, even more annoying after death!"

"Scumbag men and scumbag girls will be finished sooner or later!"

When Song Shengsheng heard Song Niannian's words, she was almost furious. She punched and kicked Song Niannian and Lu Yunfan, but she couldn't hit them at all!
But maybe Song Niannian had a ghost in his heart, and he was keenly aware of something amiss. He frowned slightly and looked around.

But when I carefully observed it, I didn't find anything wrong. We were going up a mountain here and it was autumn, so it was normal for the wind to blow.

However, even though Song Niannian comforted herself in her heart, she couldn't help but speed up and move forward in the end.

Lu Yunfan saw it and thought that Song Niannian was angry. He was still frowning, obviously very dissatisfied with Song Niannian's little mood.

When Song Shengsheng was about 100 meters away from her tombstone, she could no longer follow. She watched the group of people walking farther and farther before her eyes, until they could no longer be seen.

Song Shengsheng stopped there, her heart filled with complicated emotions. She didn't know what she should do at this moment.

It's a fact that she's dead.

In the past three days, she had understood that no matter how unwilling she was, she could not change the fact that she was dead.

But Song Shengsheng really couldn't figure out why he turned into a ray of soul after his death and could only stay next to his "body" and couldn't go further.

Does this make any sense?

Song Shengsheng couldn't understand.

……

The first seven days.

Song Shengsheng leaned against her tombstone and fell asleep. Suddenly she heard a sound coming from her. She subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

Song Shengsheng turned around, but saw someone who shouldn't have appeared in front of her tombstone. She couldn't help but frown, full of doubts.

The man, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, looked at the photo on the tombstone with a complicated expression, then leaned over slightly and placed the bunch of sunflowers in his hand in front of the tombstone.Why is Yan Jinghua here?

Song Shengsheng was confused. Could it be that this man recognized the wrong tombstone?

This idea was quickly rejected by Song Shengsheng. After all, such a ridiculous thing as mistaking the tombstone was really unlikely to happen.

But why did Yan Jinghua come to see him?

It seems that she and Yan Jinghua have a relationship that allows them to come here to pay homage, right?
Just when Song Shengsheng was confused, the man finally spoke.

"Sorry, your murderer has not been found until today." Yan Jinghua stared at the girl on the tombstone with sadness in his eyes.

He cautiously stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the girl's photo on the tombstone, but when he was about to touch the photo, Yan Jinghua's movements trembled, and then stopped in mid-air.

After a long time, the man put down his hand. He took a deep breath and promised in a deep voice: "Don't worry, Shengsheng, I won't give up. No matter how long it takes, I will definitely find your murderer!"

Song Shengsheng, who was squatting next to the tombstone, couldn't help but frown. Because she knew that the other person couldn't see her, she looked at the other person unscrupulously.

Is Yan Jinghua helping him find the murderer?

Why should he help himself?

Song Shengsheng just looked at Yan Jinghua, with another question in his mind.

However, at this moment, Song Shengsheng suddenly heard Yan Jinghua say in a hoarse voice: "Shengsheng, I miss you so much."

At that moment, Song Shengsheng's eyes suddenly opened wide. He never expected that he would hear such words from the other party!

he!he!he!
Does he like himself?
Thinking of such a possibility, Song Shengsheng became even more unbelievable. How could Yan Jinghua like her?
Song Shengsheng's mind was filled with all the things that Yan Jinghua liked about him, and he was already extremely shocked.

Until Yan Jinghua left, Song Shengsheng had not come back to his senses.

Later, Song Shengsheng leaned against his tombstone and carefully recalled the past interactions between himself and Yan Jinghua, but he didn't notice anything wrong at all.

The first time she got to know Yan Jinghua was when she was in junior high school, but Lu Yunfan had already fallen out with Yan Jinghua at that time, so she and Yan Jinghua could be said to know each other but they never had much interaction. At most, they just nodded. Just pay.

So why does Yan Jinghua like her?
When did you start liking her?
When she was alive, although she had nothing to do with Yan Jinghua, she would occasionally run into him. At that time he...

Song Shengsheng originally wanted to say that he didn't know that Yan Jinghua liked him at that time.

But she suddenly paused again. Everyone said that Yan Jinghua was cruel and moody, and she thought so too. However, if she tried to pay attention to the details, it seemed that Yan Jinghua was not that kind of person.

Once in a hotel, when she was rushing to catch the elevator, Yan Jinghua reached out and stopped the elevator door, allowing her to enter the elevator.

Another time, when she was trapped by heavy rain, Yan Jinghua asked the driver to give her an umbrella. Originally, she wanted to refuse, but the driver gave her no chance to refuse.

But regardless of whether she refused, it could not change the fact that Yan Jinghua had someone give her an umbrella.

There were many more things. At that time, she probably thought that Yan Jinghua was quite gentlemanly.

Song Shengsheng frowned. Why hadn't she discovered the subtleties in this before?

 My dear friends, a new book has been opened. Please collect it. Please collect it!
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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