Quickly Pass Through the Villain, He is Soft and Sweet

Looking at Shen's mother with red eyes, Shen's father got the answer in an instant.

Father Shen felt guilty.

It seems like he really did something wrong.

The girls on the stage were radiant, and their faces were full of love for opera.

Although Shen's father hadn't heard many operas, he knew that the opera Qingqing sang just now was not something that ordinary people could just open their mouths. On the contrary, the basic skills seem to be very solid, and it sounds very comfortable.

Shen Wanqing came out after changing her outfit and taking off her makeup.

The play has been sung, and the fun is over, and she hasn't forgotten the half piece of scallion pancake left.

Shen Wanqing walked over biting the scallion pancake.

It's just a pity.

The scallion pancakes have been stored for a long time and are already cold.

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

Shen Wanqing: "..."

She turned and left without hesitation.

What to see.

There is nothing good in this look.

Seeing how red-eyed Madam Shen was crying, maybe he would pull her to cry a basin of tears.

Father Shen: "???"

Mother Shen: "???"

The paternal/maternal love brewing between the two froze at this moment.

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The sky in Beiping today is a bit gloomy, the sun is not big, and it is a sunny day.

The gray-haired old lady leaned on a cane and looked at the sky outside.

Domestic white pigeons flew up to the eaves, shaking their white wings.

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

The old housekeeper paused, then remembered: "Today is the sixth day of August."

"Yanxiu, let's go check it out."

The old lady was leaning on a cane, her face was vicissitudes and sadness.

"Yes." The old housekeeper replied, "Today is the anniversary of the second young lady's death, and the second master left early in the morning."

"Ten years..."

The old lady was supported by the old housekeeper, "Qingqing has been gone for ten years, and the child Yanxiu has not let go."

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

Hearing the old lady cough several times again, the old butler persuaded: "Old lady, it's windy outside, shall we go in first?"

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

She shook her head and said, "No, I won't go in. Send someone to prepare the car, and I'll go to the cemetery to have a look."

The old butler wanted to persuade the old lady, now that the old lady is in her eighties and her body is getting weaker, how can she go through such a journey.

Before he could persuade him, the old lady had already gone to urge him to prepare the car.

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cemetery.

It was extremely quiet here, and there was only a peacefully sleeping corpse lying on the ground.

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

The cool wind was blowing, Adjutant Su and the group stood there waiting.

There are several plates of beautiful pastries in front of the tombstone, all of which she liked to eat in the past.

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

He lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Just quiet company.

The old housekeeper helped the old lady over.

The old lady was leaning on crutches, looking at the "Tomb of Beloved Wife Shen Wanqing" carved on the stone tablet, she pursed her lips and remained silent.

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

At that time, Yanxiu stayed by Qingqing's side for a day and a night without sleep.

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

That wedding was so big that it not only caused a sensation in the whole of Beiping, but even outside the province.

Everyone in Beiping knows that the military and political power in Beiping married a dead man as his wife.

And take it very seriously.

That dead wife was his life.