Chapter 792 During Her Lonely Hundred Years, He Has Been Guarding Her Lonely and Patiently 8

From noon to dusk, from dusk to late night.

All night long.

Si Yu dug out the cemetery with his bare hands.

His hands were thoroughly chapped, red and painful.

Bright red blood oozed from the joints and dripped on the dilapidated coffin.

The little daughter of the Song family was born with a golden spoon in her mouth.

When he arrived, he was put into such an old coffin and died silently.

The heart tightened a little bit.

With trembling hands, Si Yu pushed the coffin away forcefully.

The pale woman lay quietly in the coffin.

She was wearing blood-stained prison clothes, because she had been dead for a long time, and her body was already stiff, with bruised corpse spots on the surface of her skin.

But her appearance is still exquisite.

Days of snowy nights froze the beautiful girl, preventing her from rotting so quickly.

But when she got closer, she could still smell the faint rotten smell emanating from her body.

Si Yu stared at Song Zhao's body for a long time.

Tears fell down unexpectedly.

The sharp knife sank into the heart and twisted into a bloody mess.

He lay on the coffin, crying out in a broken voice.

He wanted to reach out and hug Song Zhao out, but because he was too desperate, he couldn't use his strength.

"Song Zhao."

"Song Zhao!"

"Open your eyes and look at me."

The snow wind was blowing heavily, and the flowers around the garden that had been neglected for too long were messed together, making harsh noises, covering up Si Yu's desperate call.

It turns out that when people are most heartbroken, they don't have the slightest ability to bear it.

Even if he is the invincible king of war.

Si Yu tried his best to climb into the coffin.

He squeezed into the gap between the coffins, and hugged Song Zhao into his arms without hesitation.

He was frozen all over, Song Zhao was colder than him, even though he hugged her with all his strength, he couldn't feel her temperature.

"sorry."

Si Yu whispered in Song Zhao's ear.

He is so sorry.

Why didn't you come back on time, why did you make Song Zhaobai wait.

He brought her hope, but let her die in despair.

How painful should it be?

Hearing the news of his father's death in battle, his only desire to survive was gone.

His beloved little girl must be in pain.

At the most desperate moment, she may be hoping that he can bring her new hope.

He is not good.

It was he who was late.

He is the person who knows her best.

Such a girl who likes to be lively and can't stand a little bit of grievance and loneliness.

But buried here alone.

How scared she is.

"It's my fault, knowing that you are cowardly, I left you alone in the deep palace.

I always have a lot of worries, and I always want to do everything well, no wonder you don't want to wait, you are an impatient girl. "

Si Yu almost lost his voice.

Throat sore to hoarse.

If he had taken Song Zhao away ahead of time, wouldn't it be like this now.

Si Yu caressed Song Zhao's cheeks, his pupils were red and dripping with blood,

"I drove back as fast as I could, riding mountains and seas all the way, non-stop day and night. I once saw your favorite crabapple flower by the riverside in the middle of the night, and I always felt that you should be by my side at this time."

At that time, he was full of expectations, thinking of helping her avenge, helping her revitalize the Song family, and returning her a prosperous life.

He always felt that only then would Song Zhao be willing to accept his wishes.

I was frightened all the way, and my heart beat faster.

The wind and dust raised by the steed spread the love he had buried for many years, and spread the love of the young man, and the deep love accumulated over time, from the small town in the countryside to the road of Shengjing.

I like Song Zhao's secret.

The wind knows it, the clouds know it, the earth and the mountains know it.

But what he hopes most is that you can know too.

And now.

"You will never know."

Si Yu stared fascinatedly at the girl's pale face——

I remember in a trance.

The night Song Zhao was born.

He once sneaked into her dormitory, looked at the little girl's wrinkled face, and knew that his heart had melted, but he still poked her fleshy pit with a stinky face and arrogantly, duplicity complaining about her ugliness, so that the still unable to speak She called him brother.

Time and space alternate, faces change.

Now that she has grown up, she is still lying quietly, still unable to speak.

The man's thin lips curled into a gentle smile.

"Call me brother."

"Would you like to go with my brother?"

I am used to setting up a banner for myself every day when I code.

My bad habit, for several years.

Old readers see that my banner is only believed by ghosts.

New readers watch me flag, liar.

But what bad intentions can Nan Nan have?

It's just a waste of 10,000 in the heart, but actually can only write 2,000!