He came over last night full of anticipation, only to find the two of them, one big and one small, lying on the bed sleeping like pigs.
There was only surprise, no joy.
Feng Jingcheng subconsciously looked at Nan Yuanman, who stuffed a large shrimp into her mouth, her cheeks bulging, and mumbled, "Big sugar pot, wait a minute."
She ran to the sofa, picked up her small handbag, took out the small coffin from it, and politely knocked on the coffin lid.
The coffin lid slowly opened to both sides, and the burned ghost poked its head out, grinning as it asked, "Master, what's the matter?"
"It's alright, it wasn't you I found." Nan Yuanman pressed his head down, squeezing his face against the coffin opening, and shouted inside, "Auntie, are you awake? Auntie!"
Upon hearing the words "aunt," Feng Zining's movements gradually slowed, his gaze slowly shifting to Nan Yuanman, his fingers unconsciously tightening.
Yue Yaxin responded, her figure floating out of the coffin like mist, and said with a smile, "I'm here, Xiao Yuanman. What do you need from your aunt..."
Before she could finish speaking, she saw that familiar, long-lost tall figure sitting at the table.
"Ah..." Yue Yaxin's voice slowly faded away. She stared blankly, greedily gazing at that young, handsome face, murmuring, "Zining..."
Feng Zining could sense that someone was watching him, but in his line of sight, there was only Nan Yuanman.
"Wait, wait a minute." Nan Yuanman chewed hard, swallowed the shrimp meat in his mouth, took out two talismans from his small satchel, ran over and stuffed them into Feng Zining and Feng Jingcheng's hands.
Feng Jingcheng, who had already met Yue Yaxin, greeted her with a smile: "Mom, good morning! Do you want some breakfast?"
Feng Zining felt a chill run down his spine. He instinctively closed his eyes and opened them again. The surroundings had darkened, and a figure he had longed for for many years gradually appeared beside Nan Yuanman.
His mind went blank, his lips moved slightly but he couldn't say anything, he just stared at her blankly.
Yue Yaxin nervously straightened her skirt and hair, making sure she didn't look like she had died, and teased him, "What's wrong? Haven't seen you for years, don't you recognize your mother?"
Feng Zining's eyelashes trembled. He slowly turned his head to look at Feng Jingcheng, who asked him with a grin, "How is it, brother? Isn't this a big surprise?"
"Indeed..." I was pleasantly surprised.
His parents died suddenly, and in recent years, Feng Zining has often dreamt of seeing them again.
He just thought that they had been dead for so many years and had long since been reincarnated, and that their fate in this life had long since ended. He never expected...
Feng Zining couldn't quite describe his feelings. He just felt a stinging sensation in his nose and a bitter taste in his mouth. He blinked frequently and called out in a hoarse voice, "Mom."
Yue Yaxin's eyes stung, but she smiled and replied, "Yes! Mom's here!"
Her voice choked with emotion: "Boss, you've had a tough time all these years."
Feng Zining's Adam's apple bobbed repeatedly. He shook his head, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.
Feng Jingcheng knew that Feng Zining was relatively more reserved in his emotions, so he took him and Yue Yaxin directly to the study and let them talk on their own.
He, on the other hand, was out having fun with Nanmanyuan.
After having breakfast, Nan Yuanman skillfully took out the incense burner, lit incense, and then divided the breakfast that Feng Jingcheng had bought into three portions.
Then bring out Xiaocao, Zhuangzhuang, and the burned ghost, put them on the sofa, and 'feed them breakfast'.
The burned ghost squatted in front of his breakfast, sniffing it intensely, a look of ecstasy on his dark face: "God knows how many years it's been since I've eaten anything, mmm... this xiaolongbao, it tastes just right!"
Feng Jingcheng sat far away from them, watching with a mixture of fear and curiosity.
Nan Yuanman sat on the ground, her chubby little hands supporting her soft chin, and asked curiously, "Big brother, what's your name? Where do you live? Do you want to go home and see your mom and dad or something?"
Judging from the voice of the ghost who died at the stake, he was very young. He's dead, and his parents must be very sad.
"Me? My name is Zhou Jingchuan. My parents sent me to a mental hospital. I don't have a home anymore!" Zhou Jingchuan said with a grin, seemingly indifferent to his family.
Nan Yuanman was stunned, looking incredulous: "Why did your parents send you to a mental hospital?"
The little dumpling looked shocked. So there are parents in the world who don't love their children?
"Hmm...maybe it's because I was rebellious and disobedient," Zhou Jingchuan said, stroking his chin as he recalled the events.
Nanmanyuan: "?"
Feng Jingcheng: "?"
Nan Yuanman scratched his cheek, looking bewildered: "So, if you're rebellious and disobedient, I'll send you to a mental hospital? Why?"
Zhou Jingchuan shrugged and slowly began to say, "My family has rather strict upbringing..."
Zhou Jingchuan's parents were farmers who had worked their way up to the city. They knew the importance of knowledge, so they hoped that their child would get good grades and become an outstanding intellectual.
Therefore, they paid close attention to the studies of their only son, Zhou Jingchuan.
After starting school, in addition to weekly classes, there are all sorts of tutoring classes on holidays, leaving no time for fun.
Even when he was doing his homework, his parents would sneak a peek through the door to check if he was daydreaming or secretly playing.
Zhou Jingchuan was still a child, and he couldn't stand it every day. At that time, online games were on the rise, and the male classmates in his class were discussing topics he couldn't understand every day.
He was like an island in the class, the most unsociable person in the class, but deep down he longed to have friends and someone to play with.
So, when a classmate invited him to an internet cafe to play online games, he was tempted. He lied to his parents and said he was going to get tutoring. He went to the internet cafe with his classmate and awkwardly started playing the online games that boys played at that time.
He tasted the joy of rebellion for the first time in a long time.
Once someone rebels, they'll rebel again. While ensuring his grades didn't drop out of his usual ranking, Zhou Jingchuan made up all sorts of excuses to go out and play with his classmates.
But his good fortune didn't last long, and he was caught by his parents.
He had his first argument with his parents since starting school, hysterically telling them his demands, saying he wanted freedom.
But his parents looked at him with disappointment: "Jingchuan, how could you become like this? How could you be so disobedient! Do you know how much your father and mother have sacrificed for you! How can you do this to your father and mother?!"
"We are your parents! Would we harm you?"
They ignored his demands and only expressed their disappointment to him.
Zhou Jingchuan felt powerless and desperate.
After this incident, they kept a closer eye on him, even forbidding him from closing the door at home. If he closed the door, they would frantically bang on it, or even call someone to remove the lock.
Zhou Jingchuan became even more rebellious. He gave up studying and argued with them all day long. Whenever there were people at home, there was basically no peace and quiet.
Finally, one day, he fell asleep exhausted, only to wake up to find himself strapped to a bed in a mental hospital.
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