Chapter 1827 What the Hell Am I?
Those eyes were like a frozen sea, penetrating through the twists and turns of time for so many years, overlapping with his gloomy growth and becoming deeper and deeper.
Those phantoms disappeared in the increasingly heavy sound of rain.
But when he turned around, he saw the young man sitting in the empty yard.
There were many stars in the night sky, and the entire house was lit up with twinkling lights, but there was no one there except him.
Commander Cheng was still abroad, trying to ease the pain of losing his son and daughter-in-law, but he had to stay next to his parents' tomb, shouldering the responsibility of the huge Cheng family every day and unable to sleep every night.
That was when he learned to smoke and drink.
White smoke came out from the young man's lips, curling around and blurring his expression. Time passed quickly until the dawn broke in the sky and cigarette butts were scattered all over the yard. Then he got up and went back to his room.
Countless days have passed and overlapped here. The boy's stature has grown taller, but he is still alone. He has spent countless days in this yard that were bustling during the day and deserted at night.
The huge Cheng residence was like a huge burden on his shoulders, forcing him to forget to smile. From then on, he learned to hide all his emotions calmly in front of others, and also learned not to easily reveal his true self behind others.
He came and went in the yard, from the night when the stars first appeared to the dawn when the light of day first appeared. The sleepless footsteps overlapped and intertwined, and finally merged into this adult who stood in the heavy rain, dressed in black, came to pay homage to the elders, but did not bring any flowers.
The yard was overgrown with weeds. It had only been a month since the Cheng family moved out, but the house looked lifeless, as if it had been abandoned for years.
Cheng Zhiyuan withdrew his gaze, turned around, left those kaleidoscope scenes behind him, and walked into the Cheng family cemetery where many souls were buried.
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As if afraid of awakening some sleeping souls, people's footsteps always become lighter when they come to such places.
He stopped in front of the newest tombstone, where a bouquet of flowers was leaning against it. Raindrops kept falling on the petals and then sliding down. It looked very fresh, probably having been put there just today.
He stood in front of the monument, and seemed completely different from the Cheng Zhiyuan in front of Shen Pianpian. Even every blink of his eyes revealed a sense of fatigue and exhaustion.
He stood in the rain in silence for a long time, and finally spoke after a long time. His voice was low and hoarse, without any emotion.
"Grandpa, I didn't bring any flowers."
The raindrops dripped down his eyelashes, like a teardrop on his expressionless face.
"It's not that I forgot, but I didn't want to bring it."
"I was still in a coma when you passed away. I'm sorry I couldn't see you off, and I'm also sorry I never came to see you."
"It's not that I forgot, but I just don't want to come."
The man curled his lips, but his expression became even paler because of this smile.
"I often wonder why I have to live this kind of life, why I have to suffer all this. Even if fate had been a little better to me, I wouldn't have become what I am now."
"You probably don't know what a mess I am in right now."
The smile on his lips deepened, and his face beneath his wet hair was as pale as a ghost, like a ghost that lived in this cemetery.
"In all the stories I know, people who have experienced pain and twists and turns should be like any normal person after finding happiness, living an ordinary and warm life every day. But that's not the case for me."
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