Rebirth of the Dumb Husband and Wife *COMPLETED*

Chapter 39 Nightmare

The Yue Mansion changed from a red wedding to a white wedding overnight, and the white paper money was blown fluttering by the wind, and the pedestrians passing by all lowered their eyebrows and did not dare to say more.

Yan Cheng had some friendship with Mr. Yue, and after getting 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 maid's weeping, and desolation swept over him.

If Yan Cheng hadn't supported him, he would probably have run away in despair.

A pine coffin was placed in the center of the mourning hall. When the draft blew through the hall, the white cloth hanging on the pillar was blown up, and the smell of burning paper money was blown into the nostrils by the wind.

Song Jinshu lowered his head and coughed, quickly wiped away the tears that were about to fall from his eyes with the back of his hand and followed Yan Cheng to kneel on the soft cushion.

The friends who were still chatting yesterday were going to meet in this way today, Song Jinshu clutched the hem of his clothes tightly, and his forehead was flushed red.

After last night's accident, Mr. Yue seemed to have aged over ten years, his hair at sideburns is completely white, and he has to rely on the maid to support him to stand on the side of the mourning hall.

After Song Jinshu's worship, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye at Mr. Yue crying out of breath, as if he was about to carry the past, his brows frowned slightly.

People don't cherish when the person is alive, but they cry so much when they die.

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

Yan Cheng lowered his eyes and could see Song Jinshu's skin as pale as thin wings, his thick eyelashes fluttering slightly, and the crystal tears that slid down from his eyes.

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

Only Yan Cheng knew that Song Jinshu had become quiet again. He brought 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 turn.

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

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

Yan Cheng took out another face mask from his sleeve, held it in front of Song Jinshu, and said with a pinched voice, "Young master, if you have any sad things, just tell the servants, and the slaves will definitely make the young master happy."

The mask was crudely made, several colors were mixed together, and the expression on the face was a bit stiff and awkward, it looked like it was made by a novice.

Song Jinshu couldn't help laughing, took Yan Cheng's hand, saw the wound on his finger that was cut by the blade, carefully touched the wound, and immediately retracted it as soon as he touched it.