Chapter 315

"...Miao Miao..." Song Ling's hoarse voice came from pain, it was so clear, Tang Miao's whole body was shaking violently the moment she heard Song Ling's voice.

"I really miss you……"

Liang Xiaoxiao had never heard such a helpless voice from Song Ling, she had a faint feeling that Song Ling seemed to be crying. Such a voice, even she, a bystander, was heartbroken to hear it. Liang Xiaoxiao looked at Tang Miao who was sitting slumped aside.

On the contrary, Tang Miao's expression suddenly became serene and peaceful. She put her hands on her lap and slowly leaned her face on them, obediently listening to Song Ling's recording.

"Haha... I don't know where you are going to escape to, but it's okay, now, you can come back without any scruples... because... I won't bother you anymore..."

"Miaomiao...I...go to a very good place, the best thing there is that you won't exist..."

"I don't know if you will listen to my message. Anyway, whether you listen to it or not, you should never think of me again from today onwards. I've brought you so much pain and caused you to leave your hometown for so long. I'm sorry... "

"I hope you only remember that I love you, and then forget that I loved you, it's best to forget even me..."

The sound stopped abruptly, and then there was a chaotic crash, and then there was a wave of heat waves coming. Vaguely, it seemed that Song Ling was in unbearable pain from the fire, subconsciously wanting to survive, and kept trying to open the door.

But the car door seemed to be locked tightly because of the emergency device. Song Ling tried his best to open it, and the sound of muffled grunting kept coming, which showed his efforts to open the car door in order to survive. It's a pity...

Finally, the car door slammed, and there was no more sound...

Song Ling didn't escape, maybe when he finally opened the car door, the fire wave hit him and didn't give him the last chance to escape...

The recording had been played long ago, and the whole room fell into a deathly silence, and no one made a sound. After a long time, Tang Miao finally spoke.

"The funeral...is the day after tomorrow, right?"

Tang Miao's voice was extremely hoarse, and she kept choking.

Liang Xiaoxiao sighed, "Yes..."

"Heh," Tang Miao laughed suddenly, and then she grinned silently. She raised her head and reached out her hand to wipe away the teardrops from the corners of her eyes.

"Song Ling...since his mother was forced to death by my father...he didn't have any relatives..." Tang Miao couldn't help laughing, she couldn't tell if she was happy or...grieving.

"We're leaving, someone needs to see him off..."

"I want to watch for him, as... as his wife..."

Liang Xiaoxiao didn't expect Tang Miao to make such a decision, and she was a little surprised. She looked at Tang Miao, opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but stopped talking.

"I am willing...I am willing...I have never resisted, hahaha..." Tang Miao smiled helplessly,

"Xiaoxiao, tell me, why should I run away? I obviously have no objection to being with him and becoming his wife...Why should I...do I have to leave?"

Liang Xiaoxiao looked at Tang Miao distressedly. At this moment Tang Miao had lost her sanity, but her eyes were blank, and she stared into the distance with big empty eyes. She kept murmuring and repeating a few words.

"Alas..." I knew this earlier, why did I...

Liang Xiaoxiao suddenly felt a little fortunate. At that time, because she couldn't bear the blows of the serial accidents of her family and parents, she resolutely decided to leave Huang Haotian and leave this sad place.

At that time, Huang Haotian was also as lost as Song Ling, but it was so good that he found her. Fortunately, she was not as cruel as Tang Miao.

Probably the luckiest thing is that nothing happened to them. At many dangerous moments when life and death were about to be parted, at least they were in love and hugged each other tightly, even if that time ended here, there would be no regrets.

Forgive her for being so selfish, but at the most heartbreaking moment of her best friend, she was still happily rejoicing in her heart.

But people, sometimes it’s like this, they don’t know how to cherish, don’t understand the preciousness of that moment.

Liang Xiaoxiao was not mocking Tang Miao's self-indulgence, nor was she gloating about Tang Miao and Song Ling's situation, but was feeling sad for a pair of lovers, because of their stubbornness, they had no choice but to separate Yin and Yang.

Liang Xiaoxiao had never felt that she and Huang Haotian were so lucky and not easy until this moment when she saw Tang Miao and Song Ling.

No matter how many twists and turns she and Huang Haotian had, they were much luckier than this poor pair who couldn't depend on each other.

"Then I... will pick you up the day after tomorrow, have you... decided?"

"Well, I want to attend as his wife, so that his messy relatives and friends can no longer talk! His last... funeral... I don't allow anyone to disturb it!"

When Tang Miao talked about the word "funeral", she still stopped uncontrollably. She still couldn't accept that the handsome, hearty and vigorous person who used to be was just lying there lifeless and cold.

Liang Xiaoxiao left and left Song Ling's last recording to Tang Miao. Tang Miao kept listening to it repeatedly, crying while listening, laughing after crying, listening to it after laughing, and crying again. Repeatedly like this, like a madman who has lost his mind.

It was a day after seeing Tang Miao again.

She became thinner and became a real skinny beauty, as if the wind could blow her away. Wearing black mourning clothes, she looked even more haggard.

"Miao Miao, it is said that Song Ling has some distant relatives who will come over...you..." Liang Xiaoxiao looked at the numb Tang Miao worriedly, fearing that she would not be able to cope with those relatives who had no bottom line.

"It's okay... Heh, I want to see who dares to let Song Ling live in peace for the last game!" Tang Miao's breath was very weak and her voice was not loud, but she could feel the meaning of Tang Miao's words. Momentum and determination.

Soon, after going around half the city, the three of them finally arrived at their destination—the crematorium. There was no Ruanruan participating this time. All three of them thought that Ruanruan was still too young. At this time, she couldn't let her get in touch with each other so soon.

The three of them were the first to come, and everything hadn't started yet, when Tang Miao walked in, she saw Song Ling's ashes. It was extremely helpless, because Song Ling was equivalent to dying in a fire, and there was no complete body. After Huang Haotian and the others discussed for a long time, they still decided to burn it in advance.

Tang Miao was very quiet all the time, she hung her head and did not speak until she entered the mourning hall and saw the jar of ashes.

Liang Xiaoxiao and Huang Haotian didn't disturb their final meeting, they retreated tacitly, went outside to set up the whole venue, and waited for the first wave of condolences to come.

In the entire huge mourning hall, only Song Ling was left, the deceased. And the wife of the deceased, Tang Miao.

"...Long time no see..." Tang Miao smiled. When she came out, she specially put on makeup to make herself look less haggard.

Tang Miao was a little frustrated, she was the only one in the whole room, silent. She looked around pretending to be curious, to ease her embarrassment alone, as if Song Ling had been alive and was standing in front of her, but she didn't speak to her.

"Hey, tell me, why are you here?" Tang Miao found a place closest to Song Ling, looked at his jars and photos, sighed, stretched out her hand to caress him gently, her eyes were soft.

"You said, you are such a sports-loving person, you never want to be idle, and you don't want to waste all your time on playing. Why are you willing to lie here alone for so long?"

Tang Miao gently hugged the pot in her arms, as if she was hugging Song Ling's body, she slowly closed her eyes, tears dripped down on the pot, and stayed on Tang Miao's hands.

I don't know how long it took, but Tang Miao didn't speak, and Song Ling... naturally couldn't speak either. The whole room was extremely quiet, except for Tang Miao's occasional deep breathing to relieve her emotions.

I didn't expect to meet again, it would look like this...

Tang Miao looked down at the tear-stained hand, and the ring that was twinkling with tears. Tang Miao laughed suddenly, "Haha, hahaha..." Tang Miao started to laugh, tears welling up uncontrollably.

"Do you still remember that when you proposed to me, I said, when I'm ready..." Tang Miao stretched out her hand to play with the ring on her ring finger.

"As a result, when I was finally ready, you...not ready..." Tang Miao smiled wryly, as if recalling her thoughts at that time.

"Are you laughing at me? At the beginning, I didn't want to accept your engagement ring, and I didn't want to be with you. After you died, I forced everyone to say, I am your wife, and you are my last love." loving husband."

"At the beginning, I tried my best to escape, but now no one can persuade me to get closer. Isn't it ridiculous? What about you? Are you laughing at me in the dark too?"

Tang Miao mischievously rolled her eyes and blinked her eyelids. She quickly looked around, but she still didn't find anything that surprised her, such as...

An identical Song Ling stood behind her, laughing and calling her stupid.

Another example...

Just when she was holding the urn and crying, the photo of his body was broken from the middle, and Song Ling walked out from inside, with a distressed and proud face, after grabbing herself, she handed herself a warm and safe embrace, and then He said affectionately in his ear, "I miss you."

Tang Miao closed her eyes countless times in the middle of the journey, hoping that when she opened them again, it would be true that no one was dead, and that there was still hope.

Then every time I opened my eyes, I just opened and closed them at a faster speed, because everything was not based on her guess, no one appeared, no one made a sound,

"Miaomiao, come on, this is