The evil sister-in-law dressed as a yandere boss

Chapter 1062 What is Pain

What is pain?
Is it a little rotten wound in the hot summer, is it the hands that have been frozen to the point of being almost numb in the cold winter, is it the rotten food that is reluctant to throw away, or is it the feet that are worn out by dry straw sandals?

Ah Jin's pain, poverty and cheapness would make people laugh to death if he told them about it.

Hua Mingxi hugged his cold stone tablet and called his name countless times, but there was no response.

The promise I made when I was young never had a chance to come true.

There is nowhere to vent his emotions, and his anger grows like weeds. Hua Mingxi's reason is ignited little by little.

After a long time, the fire was extinguished, but a few seeds were left behind. One day, when the wind blew, they gathered together to form a prairie fire.

Mrs. Zeng died, hanging from a piece of white silk by the window. Her death was more dignified than Ah Jin's, but not much more.

The wife of a wealthy family committed suicide, which was considered a shocking scandal for the wealthy family. The Zeng family did not want the news to spread, and only said that Mrs. Zeng died of serious injuries after being hit by a carriage.

Zeng Yan stood in the mourning hall, watching the people coming and going, listening to the same consolation from everyone. He could no longer feel the pain, but the pain seemed to be everywhere. Compared with Ah Jin's cheap pain, his was more expensive. many.

It is a cup of hot tea in summer, a windproof cloak in winter, and gorgeous shoes made of expensive fabrics that are still sturdy.

It's the scratched threads on Linluo's satin, and it's the delicate hosta that would break without much exertion.

The pain has changed its skin, but it is still painful.

It was a gray sky in Xiayang City, and vendors were rushing by, sitting in the mourning hall to bid farewell to their mother's son.

Zeng Yan clutched his chest, feeling stuffy, as if someone had hit him with a stick. It didn't hurt much, but pinching his nails hurt a lot.

I don’t know when it started to rain. It rained heavily, and the white cloth in the yard was covered with black mud spots. It was dazzling, dirty, and terrible mud spots.

Zeng Yan slowly raised his head and saw a gorgeous face. Zeng Yan opened his chapped lips. He wanted to say, how dare you come?
He also wanted to say, are you satisfied that my mother is dead?
He wanted to ask why he didn't like their brothers and still wanted to get entangled with them.

Does he still want to say that this is all just their brothers' fault?
It's a pity that the heavy rain covered up the voice in my heart.Zeng Yan finally just opened his mouth and looked at the person in front of him silently.

"Did Mrs. Zeng kill Ah Jin?" Hua Mingxi asked.

Zeng Yan felt angry, Ah Jin and Ah Jin were Ah Jin. He actually hated this person, but in the secret corner of his heart, he secretly envied him.

Zeng Yan wanted to applaud, saying that he died well and deservedly. He died at the age when Hua Mingxi loved him most. He was the white moonlight and the cinnabar mole in his heart. No one in this life can surpass this dead man.

Zeng Yan wanted to laugh, but he really did. Hua Mingxi had never seen him smile like this in all the years she had known him.

Hua Mingxi tilted her head, and the raindrops fell on the umbrella, then hit the ground again, just like the mood of two people torn apart.

Hua Mingxi thought, what's so funny, don't blame anyone, don't blame anyone.

They have all lost the most precious thing, the person they love the most. A piece of their heart is missing, and it becomes dewy when it touches the rain.

Zeng Yan smiled and leaned against Mrs. Zeng's coffin, asking: "So what if it was my mother who killed her? Do you still want to whip the body?"

Hua Mingxi looked at him, turning a blind eye to his pain.

Zeng Yan seemed to find this boring. He stood up, his white mourning clothes covered with gray mud marks.

He walked up to Hua Mingxi, stretched out his hand, pinched his chin, and said maliciously: "My mother didn't kill him, she just sent someone to teach Ah Jin a lesson. As for who killed him, you should know in your heart. "

Hua Mingxi opened his hand, turned and walked into the rain.

Zeng Yan looked at his back until it disappeared, then looked away.

It's so ridiculous, I thought he would turn around...

(End of this chapter)