Chapter 130 Nightmare

"Have you forgotten how you used to provoke the cat in the yard when you were little and got bitten? If your mom hadn't been there, that cat would have bitten your brother too."

Sang Yu's eyes flickered, and she couldn't help but retort: ​​"That cat was clearly very well-behaved. It was Little Ancestor who hit it with a stick and grabbed its tail. It tried to run away but couldn't. I went to ask Little Ancestor to let go, and that's how the kitten accidentally bit me."

“You said cats could be kept in the yard, so I put it there. Sang Yanzu clearly doesn’t have any allergies to cat fur, but he just doesn’t want me to keep a cat…”

Sang Huai-ren frowned, said nothing, and just quietly looked at her.

His dark eyes were filled with oppressive force.

Sang Yu looked up at Sang Huai Ren with fear. The moment she met the man's gaze, most of her courage to explain vanished, and her voice became even weaker.

“You all always side with him no matter what he does. I even used the money I earned to buy him a new house. All I wanted was a room. All I wanted was a cat. He's the one who's wrong, and I…”

As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost impossible to hear what she was saying. Having completely lost the courage to explain, Sang Yu simply shut up.

Sang Huai-ren adjusted his glasses, his expression unchanged, his eyebrows slightly raised in a reproachful tone.

"Whatever you want to do, your mother and I have never let you do it, and we have never interfered with any of your decisions."

“You said you wanted your own room, and your mom and I agreed. When you were in junior high, your mom and I were both busy and didn’t have time to take care of you, so we let you live at school. You lived there for a year and then said you wanted to commute, and your mom and I agreed.”

"Later, your grades weren't as good as your brother's, and you said you wanted to act, so your mom and I agreed."

Sang Huai-ren's teaching habits remained unchanged; he spoke slowly, each sentence delivered in a gentle, rhythmic tone, like a sharp dagger piercing straight into another person's heart.

“When have your mother and I ever failed to satisfy you? What are you dissatisfied with?” Sang Huai-ren asked coldly.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to keep a cat, but those stray cats outside carry all sorts of germs. Children’s immune systems aren’t very strong to begin with. If they get scratched or bitten, they’ll need to get shots several times, and those shots hurt. What will happen to your little brother?”

Sang Huai-ren frowned, his tone full of pressure, and in a few words, he completely shifted the blame onto Sang Yu, leaving her no room to argue.

“I know that your mother and I usually take better care of your younger brother because he is still young and not fully mature yet, so we naturally worry more about him.”

“This doesn’t mean your mother and I don’t love you or care about you. In the last episode, it was because Yanzu’s side really needed someone to stay, so I couldn’t be with you. You two are siblings, a family that’s connected by blood. How did your mother and I raise you? You’re always arguing with your brother about this and that.”

[Who was it that told me Sang Huai-ren was gentle? He's not gentle at all! Watching him through the screen makes me feel uncomfortable. I finally understand why I always felt Sang Yu's personality was so twisted. Living with a father like that, it's no wonder her personality is twisted.]

[Some people in the comments are exaggerating. This is just normal parenting. It's definitely Sangyu's problem. Sangyu's dad didn't scold her; he was just reasoning with her.]

[No... he's not being reasonable, he's just using PUA tactics! What did Sang Yu do wrong? I don't understand.]

[Damn, this is a classic example of someone expressing utter disappointment in you without using any profanity. I feel like I'm about to have a PTSD attack.]

[She has a very strong fatherly vibe (derogatory).]

Sang Yu lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

"sorry."

Her voice was very soft, with a hint of sobbing.

Seeing his daughter lower her head and apologize, Sang Huai-ren's anger subsided slightly, and his expression softened a little.

"You know that's good. You should think about the consequences before you do things, and not just act on your own whims. You're all grown up now, and you can't be as willful as a child anymore."

Such an obvious anomaly was not something the people present could see.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Sang Huai-ren had already sat down on the other side, still saying some educational things.

Sang Yu lowered her head lower and lower.

Jiang Wanrou frowned.

As we're in the same group, we've had a lot of contact and I've seen a lot these past two days. I don't want to get involved in other people's family affairs, but my partner and I share the same sense of justice, and I don't want to see the young girl being bullied all the time.

The woman was about to say a few words.

The silence was broken by Wen Yanyu's loud sneeze.

Everyone turned to look.

Wen Yanyu reached out and rubbed her reddened nose, then looked up at everyone sheepishly: "I'm so hungry, are you hungry too?"

Sang Huai-ren was somewhat displeased at being abruptly interrupted.

"Yes, yes, yes! Let's eat!"

"I'm hungry too."

"It's time to cook."

"It looks like there's only one chicken left. Let's go out and get something to eat."

The tense atmosphere was broken by the shouts of hunger from several people, and the group quickly stood up and assigned tasks to each other.

Wen Yanyu didn't look at the man. She took a sip of the pear soup that had cooled down and quickly pulled Sang Yu, who was still feeling lost, away from Sang Huai Ren's sight.

[Haha, everyone, we ended the conversation in perfect unison.]

[Damn it! I haven't even heard Bunny and Puppy's stories yet! Why did they have to come out and cause trouble?!]

[Um, speaking of which, has no one dug into the Sang family's affairs? It seems like they're not as friendly as they appear. I felt something was off when I watched their variety show; it seemed like they favored the younger brother.]

All I can say is that live variety shows can't be edited. Previously, pre-recorded variety shows only showed the good side of this man. I don't understand how a purely chauvinistic and biased man could be edited into a good father.

The little incident here has just ended.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

The blackout curtains blocked out all the light from the window, making the room feel sealed and dark, without a single ray of light, and extremely oppressive.

The overwhelming, nauseating stench of blood spread wildly through my consciousness, almost materializing and affecting my physical body.

Fu Hanchuan frowned, large drops of cold sweat sliding down his forehead, his eyeballs darting wildly beneath his tightly closed eyelids, clearly deep in a nightmare.

The plush bunny, which was originally being held tightly in someone's arms, was almost deformed by the man in the nightmare.

The dream is in the first person, a vast expanse of white. He seems to be lying in the snow and ice, and apart from the patches of color in the sky and the whiteness, he can't see anything clearly.

A figure fell down beside him.

In the dream, vision is blurred, and apart from large areas of color blocks and noise, almost nothing can be seen. Just when vision becomes clear in the dream.

A face covered in blood came into view. The hazy dream made it impossible for him to see clearly who the person in front of him was, only a pair of gray eyes that were gradually losing their life force were particularly clear.

Fu Hanchuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

There wasn't even time to exclaim.

The scene shifts again, with a lot of noise and fragmented images flashing through my mind, frame by frame, scene by scene, repeatedly playing out the death of a person.

The only thing they have in common is...

"Yan Yan!"

Fu Hanchuan woke up from a nightmare, panting heavily, his body covered in sticky cold sweat clinging to his back, as if he had just struggled out of the water.

"Thump, thump, thump," the sound of a heart pounding with fear was especially clear in the silent darkness.

Fu Hanchuan sat up abruptly, his eyes still filled with panic, his mind still reeling from the same nightmare. He instinctively tried to find a familiar figure.

For quite a while.

Until I saw the plush rabbit in my arms, which was being hugged so tightly it was deformed.

Fu Hanchuan was stunned for a moment, his expression showing a brief moment of confusion.

It was a dream...

It was just a dream...

The thought flashed through my mind.

I felt both relieved and apprehensive at the same time.

Still reeling from the nightmare, Fu Hanchuan reached out and fumbled to turn on the small nightlight on the bedside table. The dim bedroom was illuminated, and warm yellow light filled the entire room.

Only the heartbeat remained rapid.

Fu Hanchuan subconsciously picked up his phone, scrolled to the top of his contacts, and his finger was already hovering over the call button.

The words "4:06 a.m." came into view.

He's still sleeping...

Fu Hanchuan lowered his gaze slightly, wanting to pick up the little rabbit beside him, but his hands were shaking so badly that he failed several times.

Finally grasping the rabbit's ears, Fu Hanchuan pulled and dragged it into his arms.

Sticky sweat dampened the plush rabbit's fur, but Fu Hanchuan didn't pay much attention, letting the plush rabbit press tightly against his chest.

The moment I closed my eyes.

The lifeless gray eyes from his dream kept flashing through his mind, and the fear of blood and cold surged up again. Cold sweat kept breaking out on his palms, and the rabbit's fur was almost soaked with sweat. Fu Hanchuan hugged it even tighter.

Like the last straw.

In a hazy state of consciousness, I was once again dragged into the depths of the nightmare.

this time.

It was dusk.

I opened my eyes again.

The body's senses are as if covered by a membrane, unable to perceive one's own autonomous emotions, like an observer dragged into a story, coldly watching everything unfold.

The view was very low, like some kind of reptile. Fu Hanchuan looked down at his lower limbs, the pure white fur resembling that of some kind of canine.

In his dream, he was walking through a desolate mountain.

Unlike his previous immersive dreams, this time his consciousness was exceptionally clear, but one thing remained the same: he still couldn't control his body and could only shift his perspective in a limited number of ways.

Fu Hanchuan tried hard to see his surroundings clearly, but at the same time, a piercing pain came from his neck, and his bones made a strange creaking sound under his skin, and his vision blurred.

The body's owner was still running, running in search of something, only vaguely aware that it was a mountain forest.

Their footsteps stopped at the cave entrance.

My gaze fell into the dim cave.

Amidst a scene of blood and withered branches, the boy's black hair lay disheveled, with strands clinging to his blood-soaked cheeks. His bright red wedding dress mingled with the blood gushing from his neck.

He lay there quietly, and from the outside, it was almost impossible to tell whether he was still alive.

It's like the beginning of some kind of horror movie.

The emotional senses that had been separated by a barrier returned, and a fear that arose from nowhere assailed me.

Fu Hanchuan's heart raced. He already knew what he was about to see. His consciousness frantically resisted entering, but his body had already stepped into the cave.

She lay down next to the motionless boy.

He lay down next to his lover.

He lay down next to the corpse.

Consciousness dissipated.

It's another new cycle.

The first rays of morning sunlight gently woke him up.

Fu Hanchuan struggled to get out of bed, his limbs still aching, the remnants of countless nightmares making him almost unable to stand.

The repeated deaths of his lover in his dreams, the repeated cries for help, and the repeated helplessness, the pain and despair constantly replay in his mind, every detail is terrifyingly clear.

Fu Hanchuan looked around in a daze, trying to regain a sense of reality in the familiar environment, fearing that it was just a dream.

He sat on the ground for a long time to recover.

A sudden itch came from his arm. Fu Hanchuan looked down and saw layers of black cracks silently creeping up his fingertips and then disappearing quickly.

After a moment of silence.

Fu Hanchuan picked up the phone, tapped the pinned contact in his address book, and dialed the number.

After a while of soothing background music from the phone.

The call ended automatically.

at the same time.

On the other side.

Wen Yanyu rubbed her eyes. She had slept until almost noon because she was sick, and her mind was still foggy and her vision was blurry.

I instinctively pulled out my phone, and a bunch of missed calls popped up quickly.

Wen Yanyu suddenly sat up in bed and looked at her phone. Around 9 o'clock, there were 31 missed calls from Fu Hanchuan.

Busy clicking to call back.

A busy signal came from the other end.

Wen Yanyu shook her still somewhat dizzy head and clicked the call-back button again.

Three calls went unanswered.

Wen Yanyu frowned and opened the chat box.

The delayed message popped up instantly.

7:35

[Are you still running a fever? Take good care of yourself and avoid cold foods. If you don't want to continue filming, contact Wan Haihui; he will handle it for you. Don't worry about the penalty for breach of contract.]

8:07

【I love you】

8:36

My rabbit hasn't been eating much for the past two days; it seems to miss you.

9:43

I want to see you.

Each message was sent at considerable intervals, and the last two sentences consisted of only five simple words, without even a single punctuation mark.

Wen Yanyu paused for a moment, then continued dialing the number.

Still no one answered the phone.

[(Rabbit peeking out JPG.) I was so sleepy after taking cold medicine last night that I slept for a very long time and just woke up. Did something happen?]

The signal is not very good in the mountains.

The send symbol next to the message box rotated for a while, then failed to send. After several attempts, the message was still not sent.

Wen Yanyu rubbed his head, feeling somewhat irritated.

Why is the signal so bad?

I tried sending messages, videos, and making phone calls, but there was still no response from the other end.

Wen Yanyu sighed, hugged the plush puppy, lay back down on the bed, and rolled around several times.

Thinking that Fu Hanchuan might be sleeping or working, they stopped what they were doing and planned to call him later.

Wen Yanyu snuggled in the blankets and casually took a selfie to send to the man.

No need to trouble yourself, we're heading back to the city soon. I want to spend a few more days with Aunt Jiang, remember to call me when you wake up. (Rabbit snuggling in bed JPG.)

I miss you too. I asked the production team and they said this episode will be shortened. There are only 20-odd days left until the end. I'll go home as soon as the show is over!

I love you the most.