Chapter 39 Nightmare

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The Yuefu changed from a red wedding to a white one overnight. The white paper money was fluttering in the wind, and the passers-by all narrowed their eyebrows and dared not say more.

Yan Cheng had some friendship with Mr. Yue, and when he got the news, he took Song Jinshu to mourn Yue Tongzhou.

Song Jinshu has been in a trance since the morning, and the moment he stepped into the gate of Yuefu, the cries of the maid and the desolation everywhere swept over.

If it wasn't for Yan Cheng to support him, he would probably have fled.

A pine coffin was placed in the center of the mourning hall. The wind blowing through the hall blew the white cloth hanging from the pillars, and the smell of burning paper money was blown into the nostrils by the wind.

Song Jinshu lowered his head and coughed, quickly wiping the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand, and followed Yan Cheng to kneel on the cushion.

The friends who were still talking yesterday, are going to meet in this way today, Song Jinshu clenched the corner of his clothes tightly, his forehead was red.

After last night's accident, Mr. Yue was ten years old, and the hair on his temples was all white. He had to rely on the maid to support him to stand on the side of the mourning hall.

After Song Jinshu finished worshiping, Yu Guang caught sight of Mr. Yue crying so hard that he could not breathe, as if he was about to carry it back, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled.

People don't cherish life, they cry like hell when they die.

The distance from the mourning hall to the gate of Yuefu was only more than two meters. Song Jinshu walked staggeringly and stepped over the last threshold. Yan Cheng quickly wrapped his arms around Song Jinshu's waist to prevent him from falling to the ground.

When Yan Cheng lowered his eyes, he could see Song Jinshu's pale skin as thin as wings, his thick eyelashes fluttering gently, and the crystal tears fell from the bottom of his eyes.

He thought that something happened to Yue Tongzhou, and Song Jinshu's great sorrow would definitely suffer another serious illness, but he never thought that this time he was much stronger than before, and no one except Yan Cheng could see that something was wrong with Song Jinshu.

Only Yan Cheng knew that Song Jinshu became reticent to talk again. He brings back interesting things from outside every day, racking his brains to make Song Jinshu happy.

But he didn't expect to be comforted by Song Jinshu in return.

Song Jinshu took over the ugly face man in his hand, with a rare smile on his face, "I, I'm fine."

Yan Cheng is already very tired after working in the shop every day, and he has to find a way to make him happy when he comes back. , I have obviously lost a lot of weight in the past few days. Song Jinshu felt distressed, but also enjoyed Yan Cheng's concern for him.

Yan Cheng took out another noodle man from his sleeve, held it in front of Song Jin's writing, and said in a choked voice, "If there is anything sad about the young master, just tell the slave family, and the slave family will make sure to make the younger master happy.

" Several colors are mixed together, and the facial expression is a bit stiff and awkward, it looks like it was made by a novice.

Song Jinshu couldn't help laughing. He pulled Yan Cheng's hand and saw the wound on his finger that was cut by the blade. He carefully touched the wound, and immediately shrank back when he touched it.

"It hurts, does it hurt?"

Where could Yan Cheng say pain, seeing Song Jinshu smile, all the crimes he suffered were worth it.

He stretched out his hand to take Song Jinshu into his arms, and gently rubbed the top of Song Jinshu's hair with his big hand. After a while, he heard howling cries coming from his arms.

Yan Cheng's movements were stagnant, and he held the person in his arms even more forcefully, imitating his mother's way of coaxing him when he was a child, and letting Song Jinshu sit on his lap and sway.

"Cry out, you'll be fine when you cry."

Song Jinshu was tired from crying, and fell asleep in Yan Cheng's arms.

As soon as Yan Cheng put the person on the bed, he heard the maid outside saying that someone was coming from the shop. He bent down and placed a kiss on Song Jinshu's forehead, turned and left the bedroom and told the maid to watch so that no one would disturb him.

Song Jinshu didn't sleep peacefully, all kinds of strange lights spread from all directions in his dream, and he saw himself standing in the center of the room, thin and thin.

His parents were discussing the dowry and dowry with the matchmaker. He couldn't intervene, so he had to turn around and walked out of the yard.

When he turned his eyes, it was another picture of him and Yan Cheng Baitang getting married. Yan Cheng was impatient, and even Baitang was forced to come back from Huajie Liuxiang due to the pressure of his parents on Gaotang.

Song Jinshu could smell the pungent smell of rouge gouache on his body, he lifted his hijab, and in a blink of an eye his belly was already bulging high.

Yan Cheng didn't expect him and Song Jinshu's child at all. He was drunk again and was helped by the groom to get off the carriage. Song Jinshu awkwardly helped him with a big belly, but was slapped away by Yan Cheng.

His stomach hit the edge of the sharp steps, and Song Jinshu immediately sweated from the pain, but Yan Cheng didn't even give him a look, and with Zhao Jin's help, he entered the house without turning his head.

Because of that collision, Song Jinshu was born prematurely. Blood kept pouring out, staining the bed under him red, and Song Jinshu used all his strength to give birth to the child.

Yan Cheng didn't know who heard the news from, and rushed back when the child was crying, Song Jinshu was tired and tried to hold the child from the midwife.

But Yan Cheng took a step ahead of him and picked up the child.

Song Jinshu's eyes lit up, his lips opened slightly, waiting for Yan Cheng to give the child a name, but Yan Cheng took the child away in front of him.

"Zhao Jin lost a child a few days ago, and the child was adopted to him and let him take it with him."

Song Jinshu struggled to get off the bed, his knees slammed on the cold ground, no one knew how he climbed out of the room with perseverance after giving birth.

"Child...Child..." The

snow covered his knees, but he didn't feel it, and stretched out his hand to grab the child from HC Yancheng's arms. Finally, he slammed into the snow, his body freezing cold.

The scene in the dream was so real that it seemed like it had happened. Song Jinshu closed his eyes tightly and grasped the bedding under him, and cold sweat kept oozing from his forehead.

The time in the dream passed quickly, a child stumbled into Song Jinshu's arms, raised his head and called him sweetly: "Mother."

Song Jinshu stretched out his hand to hug him, but saw Zhao Jin behind him holding his stomach In front of Song Jinshu, he slapped the child in the face.

"The dog was disobedient and ran into the lady, and the concubine took it back to teach him."

Don't, don't hit him, that's my child!

Song Jinshu gasped for breath, tears streaming down his face, Yan Cheng hurriedly picked him up from the bed and patted him on the back to wake him up.

"Have you had a nightmare?"

Song Jinshu was still immersed in his previous dream, clutching Yan Cheng's sleeve tightly, and said angrily, "Don't, don't hold it, take it away, my child."

These nonsense words, But Yan Cheng understood, his eyes turned red in an instant, he pressed Song Jinshu tightly to his chest, his lips pressed against his cold forehead, "Don't take it away, it's your child."

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