My monsters are going to heaven

There was a strange singing sound outside.

It sounds far away, but falls on the ears clearly.

He could clearly hear it, but he didn't understand what it meant.

After listening for a while, Lu Yiming realized that he couldn't understand a single word.

No.

Rather than singing, it is more like a group of devout believers reciting Sanskrit poems together.

Lu Yiming frowned, feeling somewhat disdainful.

It's not that it's unpleasant, it's just that...it's too noisy.

... In the middle of the night, who disturbed the people so much?

Thinking about it carefully, I don't think it's right.

These neighbors are all old acquaintances, and I haven't heard of anyone having such a hobby for many years.

wrong.

Lu Yiming remembered that a new family moved in next door.

Does this family have this habit of chanting in the middle of the night? !

He pushed open the hall door, wanting to see what the hell was going on next door.

As soon as the door was opened, he was stunned by the sight of his own house.

I saw that the courtyard was full of people.

A group of monks.

They sat cross-legged in cassocks in the center of the courtyard, reciting Buddhist scriptures together to the things under the tree in front of them.

There is a coffin under the tree.

Lu Yiming immediately became angry.

Who are these people?

How dare you break into a private house and engage in such unlucky things!

"You..." As soon as Lu Yiming spoke, he saw a few maidservants and servants carrying paper gold ingots and paper clothes back and forth in the courtyard, and felt that something was wrong, so he quickly closed the door again.

He leaned against the door and held his breath, not daring to move.

Lu Yiming is very familiar with these maids and servants of the Lu family.

Those few just now were obviously sent away by Lu Yiming more than half a year ago. Among them was a girl in red, named Little Lion. I heard that she died of illness not long ago. How could she reappear here?

The scene of these monks chanting scriptures, together with the shape of the coffin, is quite familiar...

Lu Yiming's memories also came to mind vaguely.

This seems to be the scene of my father's first seven years.

After all, Lu Yiming personally picked the willow coffin with auspicious patterns.

The coffin shop owner said that he only made this one coffin.

Lu Yiming slowly turned around as if he didn't believe it, and looked out through the crack of the door.

Under the moonlight, the figures of those people were extremely real, and even the shadows on the soles of their feet were no different from ordinary people.

From time to time, there was the sound of the footsteps of a servant hurriedly running past.

Guessing something, Lu Yiming slammed the back of his head on the door panel, his face full of horror, and murmured: "...No way!"

In order to verify the guess in his heart, Lu Yiming gritted his teeth, opened the door again, lowered his head not to look at those people, rushed to the yard through the crowd, and pushed the coffin away with all his strength.

The one lying inside was indeed his father.

Even the shroud on his corpse was picked by Lu Yiming himself.

There is no turning back time.

Obviously, this is still in a dream.

Lu Yiming closed his eyes in pain.

Isn't this just waking up?

Why are you still dreaming when you wake up? !

The moment I closed my eyes, all the sounds disappeared.

There was silence in the ears, only his heavy breathing was left.

After a while, he cautiously opened his eyes.

Those people are gone.

The yard was empty.

The willow coffin is still in front of him.

Father lay quietly inside, his face calm and serene, as if he had just fallen asleep.

Lu Yiming turned around and backed away, coming to the door.

At this time, light suddenly appeared in the dark lobby just now, and at the same time, there was a loud commotion.

Lu Yiming walked over suspiciously.

Through the wide-open hall door, he could see the bright lights inside, and the big red letters of Double Happiness on the walls.

In the center of the hall, there are people wearing wedding clothes and red hijab, standing gracefully.

The hall was empty except for her.

It was clear that there was no one around her, but the hall was filled with cheers and conversations that could only be made by a crowd, and the noise was loud.

It was as if there were table after table of invisible guests sitting there.

Lu Yiming gasped, rushed in, and stood in front of the man.

After a long time, his outstretched right hand tremblingly lifted the red hijab in front of her face.

Seeing the face that he had dreamed about countless times, he called out softly: "...A Ting?"

That pretty face looked at him coldly, as if looking at the air.

This was the look on her face the day he went to retire.

That day, Lu Yiming was beaten to death by Liu Ting's father, and was thrown out of Liu's mansion by Liu's servants.

He struggled to get up from the ground, wiped the blood on his face, and staggered into the casino under the strange eyes of everyone.

When asked by outsiders, he didn't make a sound.

Later, everyone in the town said that once the Lu family fell into ruin, the prodigal son Lu Yiming was kicked out by the Liu family.

Lu Yiming looked at A Ting without taking his eyes off him.

Suddenly took a few steps back, turning to leave.

At this time, Ah Ting tightly locked his wrist.

A congratulatory speech sounded out of thin air next to it: "Bow to heaven and earth!"

Lu Yiming was taken aback.

How many times has he fantasized about such a scenario?

In the vision in Jinling local chronicles last time, he was interrupted before his dream came true.

A voice whispered in my ear: Isn't that what you have always thought?If you can't get it in reality, just take advantage of this dream to end it.

An annoying image of someone sneering at him came to mind.

Lu Yiming shook his head and said, "...No."

The voice continued to seduce: It's just a dream, what's the big deal about a dream, it doesn't matter.

Lu Yiming broke free, turned around and ran.

He ran into the yard and rushed out of the gate.

After running for an unknown amount of time, he stopped slowly, gasping for breath against a green brick wall.

No one caught up behind him.

Maybe it disappeared again.

The voice next to my ear sneered: When things happen, I will always shrink back, what a coward!

Lu Yiming ignored it and continued walking in the dark.

He didn't know where the front was and what he would encounter.

But he feels that he can only change the current situation if he keeps moving forward.

——When will this damned dream be big?

The voice continued: This is not a dream, this is your nightmare.

Before Lu Yiming could react, the voice laughed again: You can continue to pretend that you don't hear it, just like you have been a turtle for so many years.

Lu Yiming rolled his eyes.

When he was awake, he had had enough of the donkey demon.

Now it's a dream to be preached by such an unknown voice.

The voice continued to mock: You still don't understand?The more you escape, the more you will be overwhelmed by your nightmare, and it will never end in your life.How long are you going to hide?

Lu Yiming asked coldly, "Who are you?"

The voice replied: Who am I?I am you and you are me.Are you really clueless?

Lu Yiming roared and rolled, and the sound finally disappeared.

Looking around, the road ahead was pitch black, with no lights and no traces of people.

Walking further, I felt that my legs were filled with lead, and it was more like countless invisible hands pulling at the ankles.

In the end, it was simply difficult.

Every time I take a step, I have to exhaust all my strength, as if I want to get out of the hot swamp, and I almost peel off a layer of skin.

Just like all these years.

The more you live as if nothing had happened, the more you can't breathe, the more you look like a walking dead.

Whether it is pretending not to know, pretending to forget, or fleeing to a foreign country for pleasure, or indulging in casinos to numb oneself, it will not help.

He covered his slightly hot eyes, and stopped to rest against the wall again.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Yiming finally turned back along the original road.

After entering the yard, Lu Yiming walked to the coffin and said in a hoarse voice: "Father, please forgive the child for being unfilial. I knew at the time that I could not do any of your last entrustments, but I still lied to you to make you feel at ease." .I……"

You let me stay here, I don't want to stay; you let me keep the family business, I don't want to keep it, this family business has locked you for the rest of your life, and it will also lock me for the rest of your life, I am uncomfortable and unhappy... With this family The karma is here, I can't go anywhere, I can only be trapped in this ghost place for the rest of my life... I can't sell it, so for a while, I wish it could lose by itself, as long as it wasn't my intention, so that I can end the future Road, no worries!Only blame me, foolish, self-deceived, vain for the Son of Man.

Kneeling beside the coffin with a "plop", he kowtowed three times, stood up, combed his father's hair, looked at the face he hadn't seen for a long time, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Father, you are still the same. "

Close the coffin hard.

The coffin disappeared with a bang.

Lu Yiming looked towards the lobby.

Artin is still there.

He knew it wasn't the real Atin.

It was just a knot in my heart that I never wanted to untie.

He walked over slowly, and whispered in A Ding's ear: "I have always regretted... If time could be turned back, then I would definitely not treat you like that. I will spread everything out and tell you clearly, everyone Do as you please." Not run away like a coward because you're afraid to face your choices.

After a pause, he continued: "I heard that you are doing well now, so... that's very good. It's much better than marrying me." As he spoke, he gently touched A Ting's forehead The drooping hair was tied behind her ears, and she gently said the last two words: "Goodbye."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Yiming opened his eyes from the couch.

The sunlight outside the window hurt the corners of his eyes slightly.

He narrowed his eyes, and a carp jumped up from the bed.

Are you really awake this time? !

A strong arm wrapped around his waist from behind, embracing him in a gentle embrace.

Lu Yiming raised his heart in his throat.

He turned his head cautiously, looking at the people behind him out of the corner of his eye.

Fear of seeing something terrible.

A somewhat mocking face was glancing over with raised eyebrows.

The outline of the side cheeks was illuminated by the sun behind him with a thin golden line.

The hanging heart finally fell to the ground.

Lu Yiming laughed: "What did you want to tell me about watching last night?"

Kim Poro gently stroked his stomach with one hand, and whispered, "Look, it's been more than five months."

"What five months?" Lu Yiming lowered his head in doubt.

Immediately, his eyes fixed on his obviously protruding belly.

The whole body froze, stopped, and looked at the other party in astonishment: "This is, what is this?"

Kimporo bit his earlobe and said in a sticky voice, "This is our child."

Lu Yiming was dumbfounded: "Are you out of your mind? How could I have a child?"

This is most likely a bloated stomach.

The eyes of the person on the opposite side reflected a pale golden light, and said: "Since we have signed a contract, we can naturally have children."

Lu Yiming couldn't laugh or cry. He just wanted to talk to him about modern science and modern biology, so that he could understand the difference in the structure of men and women. Looking at the pair of golden pupils that were getting more and more dazzling, Lu Yiming felt dizzy for a while, and he couldn't help but slowly react.

No, no.

This person, no.

Lu Yiming slapped himself backhanded.

No pain.

—Tsk, it's a dream again!

Why are you still in a dream?

It's not over yet.

How can this broken dream come to an end? !

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