My husband is a monster

The accident happened so suddenly that Yuan Che couldn't react for a while.In fact, he was having a nightmare, right?It's just that this dream is a bit long, and it's a bit sleepy.

It's just that he hasn't seen his father for a day. How could he see his father's body when they meet again?

It's not scientific at all.

Sure enough, he had to look at his father all the time, and he made such a big joke on him when he didn't see anyone for a while, he didn't like this kind of joke at all.

When will this dream wake up?He also wanted to see his father standing in front of him, laughing and making trouble out of no reason...

Yuan Che was sitting in the corner of the room, with his back against the wall, looking at the void, his eyes were empty, and he thought about a lot of messy things, the more he thought about it, the more chaotic he became, his thoughts became clumsy.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Yuan Che was half a beat behind before he remembered to open the door.

"Master, the obituary has already been sent out. I asked someone to check the latest date, and only three days later will be the auspicious day for the burial. Master, you..." Uncle Yuan talked for a long time, seeing that Yuan Che was still silent , He couldn't continue talking, and let out a deep sigh.

In fact, it wasn't just Yuan Che who couldn't react, they were too. The old lady was obviously only out for a while, why did she suddenly disappear?I used to go out often, and nothing bad happened...

He still finds it unbelievable until now, he always feels that the next moment the old lady will stand in front of them with a fresh and clear face.

It was so sudden that it was unacceptable.

There are unpredictable things in the sky, and people have misfortunes and blessings.

Only now did they deeply understand the meaning of this sentence, but the price was unbearable.

White cloths have been hung everywhere in the mansion, white strips are wrapped around the foreheads of the servants, and white belts are wrapped around the waists of the servants, they are all dressed in plain clothes.

Yuan Che was in a trance for a moment, and the whiteness stung his eyes.

He raised his hand to cover his eyes, and after a while he said shyly, "Uncle Yuan, Daddy is dead..."

Uncle Yuan hesitated to speak, and finally turned thousands of words into one sentence: "My condolences, young master."

Sorry?How is he mourning?His only family member was gone... He didn't even see his father for the last time, how could he mourn?

Who would have thought that after an ordinary breakfast the day before yesterday, it would be a farewell?

"Master, if the old madam knew, she would definitely not want to see you like this. The original family needs you..."

Yuan Che twitched the corners of his mouth, listening to Uncle Yuan's explanation in his ears, but he couldn't listen to it at all, his thoughts were wandering, he thought about a lot of things, but he didn't seem to think about anything, his expression was gloomy.

Yuan Che walked out of the room, walking out with heavy steps, his father needed him very much, he was going to accompany his father, even if he listened to his lectures that he hates iron but not steel.

The ancestral hall of Yuan's family has been set up as a mourning hall, and it is completely white in the eyes. Two attendants were guarding the side. When Yuan Che came in, they looked at each other, and then retreated slightly.

They thought, the young master must have a lot to say to the old lady, they need space.

In the main hall was a coffin made of nanmu. The coffin lid had not been closed yet, but Yuan's father had been cleaned up, his face had been groomed, he put on a shroud, and put his hands together on his lower abdomen, with a peaceful demeanor.

Yuan Che just glanced at it, but couldn't stand it any longer. He knelt down on his knees and fell on the ground, with a mournful cry from his throat.

No matter how hard it is to believe, his father still left him after all6

On the big bed, a young brother with a clear appearance and looking very frail was lying on it, covered with a plain quilt, only showing a pale face.

Even in his sleep, he still frowned and looked restless.

"Daddy...run away...daddy...don't...daddy!"

At first it was just a whisper in a nightmare, but in the end it was startled by something, and suddenly sat up and yelled.

Breathing heavily, Lin Youan was in a cold sweat, clutching the quilt tightly with both hands, "Daddy..." He looked at everything around him in a daze, as if he didn't know what was going on, and then suddenly changed his face, "Daddy!"

Where's daddy?How is Daddy?Lin Youan threw off the quilt and hurriedly got out of bed. The moment her feet hit the ground, her legs softened and she fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"lady!"

Qingyin walked into the room with a dignified look, wanting to see if Lin Youan woke up, the outside affairs were arranged in an orderly manner and went smoothly, he couldn't help much, and the atmosphere was too heavy, he was a little at a loss.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the room, he saw a scene that scared him almost out of his wits. He screamed and rushed over, "Be careful!"

It's a pity that even if she broke through her own limit, Qingyin couldn't make a backstop, and could only help him up quickly in time.

"Ma'am, are you okay? How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?" He looked up and down nervously.

"I'm fine." Lin Youan sat on the bed with Qingyin's support, and said in a weak voice, "Qingyin, what's going on outside?"

The brightly colored utensils and furnishings in the room have been removed and replaced with plain things. Qingyin's forehead is tied with a white tape, his eyes are dimmed suddenly, and his heart throbs.

Daddy...

All this means that his father is really gone...

When someone died in the master's house, the servants would wear white strips around their waists, and the servants would wear white belts on their foreheads... He covered his face with his hands, feeling sad, regretful and guilty for a while, and he couldn't protect his father... …

Qingyin was also very sad, he said in a low voice: "The old lady has already been buried, and she will be buried three days later."

Lin You'an didn't speak for a while, and after a while he said: "Qingyin, help me out."

"But madam, your body..."

"I want to accompany daddy for the last time..." Lin Youan said sadly.

Qingyin opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't try to persuade him anymore, but silently waited for him to put on the filial piety clothes she had prepared, then helped Lin Youan out of the room and walked towards the ancestral hall.

The atmosphere in the whole mansion was very depressing, without the laughter and laughter of the past, everyone's expressions were heavy and silent, and they spoke cautiously.

His eyes were pale, the closer he was to the mourning hall, the more Lin You'an dared not approach, the so-called shyness of being close to home was nothing more than that.

Standing outside the ancestral hall, the scene inside is clear at a glance. The eye-catching coffin is placed in the center, and only Yuan Che is kneeling in front of him. Just from the back, one can imagine how sad he is at the moment.

Lin You'an couldn't face Yuan Che, and was so timid that he didn't dare to look at his indifferent eyes, let alone face his blame.

He went out with his father, went out intact, and came back with one dead and one injured, he couldn't help thinking, why wasn't he the one who died?Dad is such a good person, why did he die?Why didn't he die, the chief culprit who caused the disaster?

He is a sinner, he killed father, he killed Yuan Che's only relative, he can't protect father...

He didn't protect...

Qingyin had retreated at some point, and Lin Youan stood alone at the entrance of the ancestral hall for a long time before mustering up the courage to raise her foot and step in.

He walked up to Yuan Che and knelt down.

This was already his limit, he didn't even dare to look up at Yuan Che, he just burned paper money silently.

The fire on the copper basin was full of light, and the paper money that had turned into ashes floated lightly in the air.

It was Yuan Che who was the first to break the silence in the room. He seemed to be confiding, and seemed to be talking to himself, saying: "I am not a good son. In the past, I was not able to accompany my father when he needed me most. Yes, I didn't even get to see my father for the last time, he just left me so abruptly... Tell me, is this God's punishment for me not knowing how to cherish it?"

With trembling lips, Lin You'an choked up his sobs and said, "Daddy, Daddy hopes that you can be well..." More words, his emotions fluctuated too much, so he couldn't say them out.

Yuan Che lowered his eyes, expressionless, "You don't know my mood, you don't know how much I longed for family affection, you don't know that since childhood, I stayed alone in a big house, and every day I hoped that my parents would come to see me even if it was just a glance. The feeling that I can't wait...I got what I wanted most here, but I escaped ridiculously. My father and dad were looking forward to me wholeheartedly, but I left home cruelly and never came back to see them for many years. What difference does it make to those who have treated me that way?

It wasn't until I was about to lose that I realized it, but my father... I only stayed with him for a short year... I only have one father left, and I haven't been able to be filial to him for a few more years, and I haven't had time to make amends , He just left me!Do you know how miserable I am?My relatives are gone..."

"Yes, sorry..."

"What's the use of saying sorry? Can you bring my dad back? Lin Youan, can you bring my dad back?"

Lin Youan fell on the ground weakly, weeping uncontrollably, he just kept repeating: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Thousands of mistakes were all his fault. If it wasn't for him, those people wouldn't have been pestering them forever, and they wouldn't have hurt Daddy. It was he who brought the disaster, but he failed to protect Daddy. I can only watch helplessly as his life goes by bit by bit.

Yuan Che's face was cold, and he looked towards the direction of the coffin with a blank expression. It seemed that a hole had been dug in his heart. Seeing Lin Youan like this, he would also feel heartbroken, but his father was lying inside.

Knowing that all of this has nothing to do with An An, who would have predicted such a thing?Rather than blaming Lin You'an, Yuan Che hated himself, hated himself for being incompetent, for not being able to protect his only relative, father died, and An An was injured.

If he went there directly last night regardless of the time, wouldn't things have happened?If he was here, even if he risked his life, he would protect them. However, no matter how much he regretted it, no matter how much his heart was bleeding, time would never go back to that night and let him choose again.

Yuan Che cried out in pain: "I think my father is alive and well..." He thought that his father died under his service, instead of dying like this!

Lin Youan couldn't speak any more, fell deeply on the ground, trembling all over, unable to get up for a long time...