Chapter 837 A Glance at Qing Xin——I Can’t Control Myself at This Moment

There will never be anyone who will sit on the windowsill on a sunny afternoon and peel melon seeds for Tan Song.

There will never be anyone who will give Tan Song a massage or read to him when he is tired of reading...

There will never be anyone who will stay by his side all night when he is sick...

There will never be anyone who will say to Tan Song, "I am by your side, you don't need to do anything, don't think about anything..."

There will never be anyone who will hold Tan Song in his arms, kiss his forehead, and say, "I love you."

Chu Baiqing couldn't help but shed tears. He was a person who would not cry easily, but he couldn't control it at this moment.

Since Tan Song and Shen Congwen were together, he had watched them walk all the way.

When he was fourteen or fifteen years old, he was ignorant of love, but now he deeply understands the heaviness of these two words.

It is really too painful to love but not get it...

But it is even more painful to love deeply but be separated by life and death...

Facing Tan Song, he didn't know what to say, and what else could he say.

"What about him?" Tan Song opened his mouth hoarsely and dryly, so empty.

Chu Baiqing bit his lip. This was the first sentence Tan Song said since he woke up. In fact, he knew better than anyone that Shen Congwen was gone...

When Shen Congwen turned to protect him, he already knew it.

"Brother Song..." Chu Baiqing's voice was trembling, and his teeth were chattering.

Shen Congwen's body was still in the morgue. This was Chu Baiqing's kneeling begging, not to let the Shen family cremate it.

He begged them that Shen Congwen must want to see Tan Song, and the dead are the greatest. Let them say goodbye properly and don't leave any regrets.

The dead are really the greatest, and the Shen family agreed.

Chu Baiqing sat outside the morgue and couldn't help laughing for a long time. When people die, everything can be tolerated. Why did they force it in the first place?

He wanted Tan Song to see Shen Congwen for the last time. I don't know why, just thinking that Tan Song must want to see him.

"I'll take you to see him... okay?" Chu Baiqing held Tan Song's hand. He couldn't see the hope of living in his eyes, and he was full of despair.

Tan Song's hand tightly grasped Chu Baiqing, choking and nodding, so urgent...

Chu Baiqing leaned against the wall outside the morgue, which was extremely cold.

The people of the Tan family and the Shen family were all in grief. The Shen family regretted and blamed themselves because their son had died.

The son of the Tan family was still alive, but it was no different from being dead. He had no energy to live at all.

Tan Song had been in there for almost half an hour, and there was no sound at all, until a hoarse and angry roar came out, and Chu Baiqing's body collapsed on the ground.

The sound of "Congwen", "Congwen", "Congwen"

pierced Chu Baiqing's eardrums, and it hurt so much that it couldn't hurt anymore.

When Tan Song walked out of it, he was like a walking corpse, so confused and empty.

He fell down after walking a few steps...

Shen Congwen was cremated, and the people of the Shen family sent his ashes to Tan Song and left without saying anything.

Tan Song held Shen Congwen's ashes all day, as if he was by his side.

Tan Song didn't talk to anyone, except Chu Baiqing.

What made Chu Baiqing happy was that Tan Song ate and slept as usual and lived...

"The last thing he said to me was, "Xiao Song, live well, please!""

Tan Song sat on the windowsill, looking into the distance and said with a smile.