Chapter 203: The Story Of The Burned To Death Ghost
Last night he came over full of anticipation, only to see a big one and a small one lying on the bed sleeping like pigs.
Only shock, no joy.
Feng Jingcheng instinctively looked toward Nan Yuanman. Nan Yuanman stuffed a big shrimp into her mouth, her cheeks bulging, and mumbled unclearly: “Big sugar pot, wait a moment.”
She ran to the side of the sofa, picked up the small shoulder bag, took out the small coffin from inside, and politely knocked on the coffin board.
The coffin lid slowly opened to both sides, and the burned to death ghost poked his head out, grinning as he asked: “Master, what’s up~”
“No matter, not looking for you.” Nan Yuanman pressed his head down, squeezed her little face to the coffin opening, and shouted inside: “Great aunt, are you awake? Great aunt!”
Upon hearing the three words “great aunt,” Feng Zining’s movements in his hands gradually slowed, his gaze slowly turned, landing on Nan Yuanman, his fingers unconsciously tightening.
Yue Yaxin responded, her figure floating out from the coffin opening like mist, smiling as she said: “I’m here, little Yuanman, what do you need from great aunt…”
Before she finished speaking, she saw the familiar, long-missed tall figure sitting by the table.
“Ah…” Yue Yaxin’s voice slowly faded. She stared blankly, greedily looking at that young, handsome face, murmuring: “Zining…”
Feng Zining could feel someone looking at him, but in his line of sight, there was only Nan Yuanman there.
“W-wait a moment.” Nan Yuanman chewed hard, swallowed the shrimp meat in her mouth, took out two talismans from the small shoulder bag, and ran over to stuff them into Feng Zining’s and Feng Jingcheng’s hands.
Feng Jingcheng, who had already seen Yue Yaxin, grinned and greeted her: “Mom, good morning! Want some breakfast?”
Feng Zining only felt a chill surge into his eyes from his palms. He instinctively closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the surroundings had darkened a bit, and by Nan Yuanman’s side, a figure he had missed for many years gradually appeared.
His brain went blank, his lips moved slightly, but he couldn’t say anything, just staring at her in a daze.
Yue Yaxin nervously straightened her skirt and hair, making sure she didn’t look like when she died, and teased him: “What’s wrong? After a few years, you don’t recognize mom anymore?”
Feng Zining’s eyelashes trembled. He slowly turned his head to look at Feng Jingcheng, who grinned and asked him: “How about it, bro? Isn’t this a big surprise?”
“Indeed…” very surprising.
His parents had died suddenly, and over these years, Feng Zining would always think of seeing them again in his midnight dreams.
He just thought that since they had passed away so many years ago, they must have already reincarnated, and their fate in this life had long ended. He hadn’t expected…
Feng Zining couldn’t describe his current mood, just felt his nose tingling a bit, his heart full of bitterness. He blinked frequently, his voice hoarse as he called out: “Mom.”
Yue Yaxin’s eyes stung, and she smiled in response: “Hey! Mom’s here!”
Her voice choked: “Big brother, these years, you’ve had it tough.”
Feng Zining’s throat bobbed repeatedly. He shook his head, took a deep breath, trying hard to calm his emotions.
Feng Jingcheng knew Feng Zining’s emotions were relatively more reserved, so he directly took him and Yue Yaxin to the study room to let them talk alone.
He, on the other hand, played outside with Nan Yuanman.
After Nan Yuanman finished breakfast, she skillfully took out the incense burner and lit incense, then divided the breakfast Feng Jingcheng bought into three portions.
Then she dragged out Xiao Cao, Zhuang Zhuang, and the burned to death ghost, making them sit on the sofa to “eat breakfast.”
The burned to death ghost squatted in front of his portion of breakfast, sniffing hard. An intoxicated expression appeared on his pitch-black face: “Heaven knows, how many years it’s been since I ate anything. Mm… these steamed buns, just this taste!”
Feng Jingcheng sat far away from them, looking at them both scared and curious.
Nan Yuanman sat on the floor, her little chubby hands propping up her soft chin, curiously asking: “Big brother, what’s your name? Where’s your home? Want to go back to see your dad and mom or something?”
Listening to the burned to death ghost’s voice, he still sounded young. He died, so his dad and mom should be very heartbroken, right.
“Me? I’m Zhou Jingchuan. I was sent to the mental hospital by my parents. I have no home anymore!” Zhou Jingchuan grinned as he spoke, looking like he didn’t care about his family anymore, indifferent.
Nan Yuanman was stunned, her face full of disbelief: “Why would your dad and mom send you to the mental hospital?”
The little dumpling looked shocked. So there were parents in the world who didn’t love their own child?
“Mm… probably because I was rebellious and disobedient.” Zhou Jingchuan touched his chin, recalled a bit, and said.
Nan Yuanman: “?”
Feng Jingcheng: “?”
Nan Yuanman scratched her cheek, looking bewildered: “Being rebellious and disobedient means sending you to the mental hospital? Why?”
Zhou Jingchuan shrugged and slowly said: “My family education was quite strict…”
Zhou Jingchuan’s parents had gone from farmers all the way to the city. They knew the importance of knowledge, so they very much hoped their child could have good grades and become an outstanding intellectual.
So they were very strict with Zhou Jingchuan, their only son, regarding his studies.
After starting school, besides weekly classes, there were all kinds of cram classes on holidays, with absolutely no time for play.
Even when he was doing homework, his parents would suddenly check through the door crack to see if he was slacking off or secretly playing.
Zhou Jingchuan was still a child after all, and he couldn’t stand it every day like this. At that time, it happened to be the era when online games were rising, and the boys in his class discussed topics he couldn’t understand every day.
He was like an isolated island in the class, the most out-of-place existence, but deep down he yearned for friends, for someone to play with him.
So, when a classmate invited him to the internet cafe to play online games, he was tempted. He lied to his parents about going to the teacher for tutoring, went to the internet cafe with classmates, and clumsily tried the online games boys played back then.
He tasted the joy of rebellion after a long time.
Once rebellious, there comes a second time. Zhou Jingchuan, while keeping his grades from dropping out of a fixed rank, found various excuses to go out and play with classmates.
But good times didn’t last. He was still caught by his parents.
He had the first argument with his parents since starting school, hysterically voicing his demands to them, saying he wanted freedom.
But his parents looked at him with disappointment: “Jingchuan, how did you become like this? How could you be so disobedient! Do you know how much dad and mom have sacrificed for you? Does this repay dad and mom?!”
“We are your parents! Would we harm you?”
They ignored his demands, just endlessly expressing their disappointment to him.
Zhou Jingchuan felt powerless and in despair.
After this incident, they watched him even more closely, not even allowing him to close the door at home. If he closed it, they would frantically bang on it, or even call someone to remove the door lock.
Zhou Jingchuan became more rebellious too. He gave up studying, argued with them all day, and as long as there was someone at home, it was basically never quiet.
Finally one day, he fell asleep exhausted, but when he woke up, he found himself tied to a hospital bed in the mental hospital.
