Rebirth alone

That night, the young man who had never dared to do anything in front of his uncle kicked open the door of Zhou Ziqian's room, and shouted in amazement, "Why? You've already got what you wanted, why did you do this to him?! "

Zhou Ziqian glanced at his face mottled with tears, and waved his hand at Yang Zi who hurriedly chased him in.

Yang Zi turned around and went out, closed the door, and whispered a few words to Uncle Zhou who had heard the news.Uncle Zhou asked him to dismiss the guards and stand guard outside the Chuihua Gate.After a while, Uncle Zhou was the only one left in the yard.The elder in charge took out a knife from the side room and slowly burned it in front of the coffin, not listening to the scolding coming from the room.

"Is it important whether he is the Zhou family? Do you care? Why do you want to kill them all?!" Zhou Yunyang stared at his uncle with hatred, his eyes were flushed with anger and sadness, almost burst into flames and forced to bleed. "You raised him, how did you do it? Don't you have any humanity at all? How can you bear it? You..."

"Shut up!" Zhou Ziqian grimaced, his eyes were calm and somewhat dauntingly gloomy, "What nonsense have you heard? Who told you that he is not from the Zhou family? His surname is Zhou, and he is my nephew. You Have you left your brain abroad? After listening to some nonsense, you ran back to make trouble. How did I teach you? You forgot the rules after going out for a few days?"

"Fuck the rules!" Zhou Yunyang was sad and angry, as if his chest was on fire.He kicked over the chair and grabbed Zhou Ziqian's lapel, his eyes almost burst into flames, "Do you dare to say that he died of illness? Do you dare to say that his death has nothing to do with you? Open the coffin! I want an autopsy!"

Zhou Ziqian grabbed his nephew's hand bone and twisted it with his backhand, pushing him out.This push was not light, the tall young man fell to the ground, and just as he was about to get up, he was splashed with cold tea.

Zhou Yunyang wiped his face indiscriminately, his uncle-like brows were raised upside down, and his brows were full of reckless stubbornness: "Unless you kill me, I must do an autopsy, and I won't let him die without knowing why. !"

"He is doomed to die for no apparent reason, but it's not caused by me alone." Looking at his nephew covered in spikes, Zhou Ziqian vaguely saw himself back then, so angry and heartbroken.

Zhou Ziqian once said to his nephew, I feel sorry for your mother and son, and that was the truth.It was based on this compassion born of similar life experience that he let Zhou Ziqin's widow and orphan die, but in the end he killed the child he brought up.

"I used him, but I never thought of harming him. I kept him at home and kept him away from the outside world. The reason was to make him rely on me and obey me, but it was also to protect him. Even if he is A chess piece, that is also the best jade material that I have poured into countless painstaking efforts to polish, and I will treasure it if I need it." Zhou Ziqian picked up the photo frame on the table, rubbed his fingertips on the childish smile in the photo, and calmed down. But he also said sadly, "I am indeed responsible for his death. I hid my heart too deeply and protected him too tightly. I didn't teach him how to distinguish between good and evil, loyal and evil, and how to deal with setbacks." Zhou Ziqian put down the photo frame and looked up at his nephew, "You are right about one thing, Yunxi did not die of illness. He committed suicide, but his death is the sin of you, me, and the entire Zhou family. You are not qualified to seek justice for him , me too, because we are all murderers."

That night, the uncle and nephew talked for a long time. After the initial tension, the young man's scolding was no longer heard outside the room.In the early hours of the morning, the young man came out in a daze, stayed in front of the coffin for a while, and then went to the backyard in a trance.

Zhou Yunyang couldn't believe what his uncle said, but the intense pain rushed under his chest, wanting to smash the bones and crush the heart into a blurred mass of flesh and blood.

When he smiled, the star-like young man was crying in his self-abuse imagination. He hugged himself who was trembling, his thin body shrank into a ball, and asked sadly and confused: "Why did you lie to me? I trust you so much , care about you, why did you lie to me?"

Zhou Yunyang's heart felt like a knife was twisted, tears blurred his vision, and he vaguely saw the person he regretted less than.With the same face, but there was no care and admiration in his eyes, only a rational indifference, he said quietly, every word: "Because of your bad intentions and 'my' impulsiveness, the lotus pond in the backyard is eaten I gave birth to the baby, and spit out Zhou Yunxi later. Although the fault is not entirely your fault, you are ultimately responsible. I don’t ask you whether you regret it later or whether you have any uneasy conscience. I can only say that even if the ‘lotus pond’ in your heart has been filled Well, there's a human life in the stuff that fills it up."

The reality is bizarre and cruel. If you don't believe it or don't believe it, the baby will never come back.The boy who would smile at him, act like a baby to him, pawn his beloved collection just to prepare a birthday present for him, will never come back again.

The three-year delay between life and death was like a sharp sword piercing the heart. Zhou Yunyang resisted the severe pain in his chest, and slowly fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face.

At dawn, Zhou Yunyang was found passed out by the lotus pond, drenched all over, with a high fever.

The servant hurriedly carried him into the room, stripped off his wet clothes, wrapped him tightly in a quilt, put on an ice pack and fed him hot soup, and invited the doctor to come to see him at home.

It's just a cold, but the young man who usually rarely suffers from illness seems to have suffered from some serious illness, with no water or rice, and a high fever that does not subside.The grandson of the Zhou family has not been buried yet, and it seems that the eldest grandson will follow.

Zhou Ziqian came to visit his nephew in the backyard, and the burnt-out young man got up from the bed, grabbed his uncle's arm and begged: "Uncle, I understand, I will stop making trouble, please tell me where he is. Don't worry, we won't Don’t ruin the Zhou family’s reputation, if we find him, we will change our name and surname, and go to live in a place where no one knows us.”

The reality was too cruel, and the remorseful young man didn't know how to accept it, so he told himself that these were all fake, his lover was not dead, but was sent away secretly because his background was exposed, so he should not stay in Zhou's house.

Zhou Ziqian couldn't pity his nephew, they were all murderers, and their hands were stained with the blood of an innocent child.Today's sadness and remorse are their punishment, and they will be condemned by their conscience for as long as they have the rest of their lives.

"You can't go anywhere." Zhou Ziqian pushed away his nephew's hand, and said without hesitation, "After the funeral, I will transfer you to another school. You can go back to the original school and practice while studying."

The man with a high fever didn't seem to understand, he said in a daze, "I heard your arrangement and you just tell me where he is?"

"Yunyang, don't think about it anymore." Zhou Ziqian looked out of the window at the pond full of dead branches, and couldn't help feeling sad.I heard that people who commit suicide cannot be reborn, maybe the child is still here; maybe it went to a place where there is no deception and harm; or maybe it has disappeared completely.

Zhou Yunyang, who had a high fever on the day of the funeral, insisted on going to the funeral. He was dressed in mourning clothes, his face was dusty, he stared blankly at the coffin, and held a clay pot in his arms.It is the rations prepared by the living for the dead. Huangquan Road is lonely, bring a can to eat, don't be a starving ghost.

Someone grabbed a handful of paper money and vigorously lifted it into the air, followed by a high-pitched but heavy "spirit".Eight strong men worked together to lift the coffin, and there were buzzing cries outside the coffin.

Seeing that the coffin was about to go out, Zhou Yunyang felt his throat tighten and his whole body lost all strength.Qi He hurriedly supported him, while Uncle Zhou quickly took the pot from the young man's hand.But before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, Zhou Yunyang suddenly vomited a mouthful of bright red.

Zhou Ziqian was stunned for a moment, then supported his nephew from behind.Only then did he realize that he had underestimated his nephew's feelings for Yunxi.

The youth's blood-stained mourning clothes are speckled like red plums in the snow.It is the pain of losing a loved one, it hurts to the bone marrow, and it hurts the heart. How can people who have not experienced it know what it feels like?

The author has something to say:

It’s su, thunder, and bloody, I didn’t even see it after coding (つω-｀)