Pa is always a crybaby

"Don't, don't, don't, don't..."

Yi Han suddenly woke up from his dream.He panted heavily like the rest of his life after a catastrophe, his body curled up tightly into a ball.

Dreaming again, it was the day of the funeral again.

Every scene of that day is deeply imprinted in my mind and I can't get rid of it.

……

It was the summer when Yi Han was 18 years old, and the sky that had been clear for a long time suddenly began to rain heavily. The dark clouds seemed to fall on the world at any moment, and it was a fight to the death.

He can no longer escape, today is the funeral of his parents, he will be there no matter what.

He changed into black clothes very early that day, and his face in the mirror was pale, with dark circles under his eyes, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a walking dead.

Overnight, everything changed.

It was agreed to leave a light on the balcony, and they would come back no matter how late it was.

fraud.

Won't be coming back at all.

Never coming back, never coming back.

The funeral was organized with the help of friends of the parents during their lifetime. Because they were afraid of the victim's family members making trouble, they chose a relatively remote place, and all the former close friends and relatives were invited.

When Yi Han arrived at the scene, everyone's eyes were on him. He suddenly felt that he couldn't breathe, and those eyes almost overwhelmed him. He lowered his head and walked quickly to the front row to sit down.

"Poor boy."

"Yeah, they're all orphans."

"I don't know if the child can bear such a big thing."

……

Endless voices came from all directions, reminding him every word that all this was true.

Yi Han didn't want to pay attention to those voices, and he didn't dare to look up. The huge black and white photos and the small urn in front of the hall made it hard for him to breathe.

He closed his eyes and buried his head very low, his fingers tightly gathering his clothes.

The sudden softness at his feet made Yi Han slowly open his eyes, and a mass of soft black fluff was nestling at his feet.

"Cubs?"

Hearing Yi Han's voice, the puppy raised its head to look at him obediently. Seeing that Yi Han didn't caress its fur like before, it circled around his feet and rubbed its little black head against Yi Han. Han's ankle.

Very soft, but more warm.

Zai Zai is a Bichon Frize that Yi Han clamored to adopt when he was in elementary school. He is very obedient and cute.Zai Zai barked loudly when he was taken away, it was the only few barks that Yi Han remembered.He is actually reluctant, but when he thinks about his future life, he is willing again.

Yi Han leaned down and rubbed its head: "Are you coming back to accompany me?"

Zai Zai seemed to understand Yi Han's words, he rubbed against Yi Han's palm, and gently wagged his tail.

Yi Han hugged him to his lap and flicked its fluff: "Brother will never leave you again."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of things being smashed at the door. The movement was loud and attracted the attention of everyone present.

Immediately afterwards, a large black-and-white photo came into view. Behind the photo was a large group of people in Wu Yangyang.

Screams, cries, and shattering sounds covered up each other, and the whole funeral became a black battlefield.

Yi Han knew that these people were the families of the victims, and they found here after all.

Several sharp-eyed family members recognized Yi Han, and they pushed and abused Yi Han.

"You returned my son, it was your parents who killed my son, why didn't you die, why didn't it be their son who died, why was it my son..."

Yi Han stands where he is and lets them push and scold, knowing that he has no right to resist.