[Quick Transmigration] Running straight on the road to death

Wanderings (10)

Jiang Wuyan's funeral was attended by very few people, and it was held in a very low-key manner. The presider and relatives were all alone. At the end of the vigil, there were only three people left in the mourning hall.

Chang Yu sat on his knees at one side of the mourning hall, staring blankly at the black and white photo above, and at the young man's fine eyebrows.

"He relies on you very much." Cha Ke said behind him, "I can see that he likes you very much."

Zhu Danling turned her head in a black dress to stop him, "What's the use of talking about it now, whether I like it or not, I'm not here anyway."

They didn't speak any more after that, Sanyu just looked at the photo deeply, until the sun rose outside again.

The room was still full of gloom and biting cold.

Cha Ke and Zhu Danling left one after another, and the secretary butler came twice. Chang Yu insisted on kneeling on the spot, motionless.

The temperature in the mourning hall is still dropping, getting colder and colder. People can't help but think of the cold winter many years ago, with a quilt and two teenagers.

There was a table of unpalatable meals, and a mobile phone that I had saved money for a long time but failed to give away.

The leaky eaves, those patched furniture.

The young man pretending to be mature sat under the window, flipped through a heavy book, and waited quietly for him to come home.

Wait for him... to come home.

Chang Yu stood up and staggered two steps, he wanted to go home.

Kneeling for a long time made him exhausted, his hands and feet were numb, and it was exhausting to stumble to the door. The assistant at the door supported him and asked with concern, "Where are you going?"

"Go home, I'll go home..." Chang Yu replied in a daze.

"Then I'll take you back. Wait for a while, and I'll drive."

"No, no." Chang Yu said, "If you go, you will scare him away. You can't go, I have to go. That's our home."

The secretary was taken aback for a moment, understood what he was saying, and his face was very ugly, "Mr. Chang, my condolences will change."

Unexpectedly, Chang Yu waved him away, and shouted angrily, "What the hell are you talking about, he is clearly at home, he is there, don't you know? Don't you know?!"

The secretary was rushed aside, and quickly came up and hugged his waist to stop him from moving forward, and his tone was full of pity, "Wake up, Mr. Chang, he's gone, your brother is gone!"

"Let go of me! I'm going to find him! He's waiting for me, I'm going to find him, let me find him!" Sanyu's uncontrollable roar could only attract more people, and they swarmed up to suppress him, Somebody slashed the back of his neck, knocking Chang Yu unconscious.

When I close my eyes, I can see the car fading away again, the handsome young man covered in blood, and those dull eyes.

This is a nightmare, but when you open your eyes, it is a web woven by boundless loneliness, the despair and depression day and night.

This is scarier and more real than a nightmare.

Chang Yu rolled out of the bed with his eyes closed, trying to stop the car going forward, then he woke up and fell into the net again.

He breathed eagerly, and stretched out his hand to grab something, but when he opened his hand, it was all empty.

"If you don't come..." He muttered to himself, "It's fine if you don't come."

If you don't come, if you go back to that spring morning, you will become those two gluttonous teenagers again.

Don't come, can't come, I would rather be poor for a lifetime than these exaggerated and cruel reality.

"Huahua...take me away."

These eight years were all a terrible dream.

Chang Yu knelt in his dream and roared, "Take me back, please."

"Please...don't leave brother Shitou alone..."

The empty room was filled with his uncontrollable cries, his grief-stricken roars that were almost broken.

But you know, we all know, Jiang Wuyan is gone, he can't be with Chang Yu for the rest of his life.

But Shitou and Xiaohua, the two of them, may have been together willingly one day many years ago, and they will never be separated.

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