Chapter 99 You must come to me early in your next life

The sky was clear and blue, with only a few stars. A full moon, like an eye, coldly overlooked the silent and gloomy prison.

In the cell filled with the smell of rust, Yu Zehui hugged Zhiyan tightly, sniffing his scent with great attachment, fearing that he would forget it after he died.

Zhi Yan's slender fingers traced his haggard cheeks, from his brow bone to the bridge of his nose, his jaw, down along his clavicle, and finally stopped at his pounding heart.

Yu Zehui's eyes darkened, and the hand on his thin waist gradually tightened. His thin lips rubbed his cold earlobe, and his voice was bitter and hoarse, "Tomorrow, you go directly to the crematorium to wait for me. Family members cannot be present at the execution..."

Zhi Yan withdrew his finger and poked the stubble on his chin. "I asked Liu Hai, and he said I could do it, but I just couldn't watch. I'm not afraid. I'm fine now. I want to accompany you to the crematorium..."

Yu Zehui felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife when he heard this. He felt sour and bitter. He grabbed his hand and kissed it devoutly again and again, "Then can you stop crying when the time comes? If you cry, I can't comfort you, and no one will wipe your tears anymore..."

Zhi Yan hit him hard on the shoulder.

"You're dead, how can I not cry? In the past, I would cry for a long time when you left me for a day. This time, you're never coming back, how can I not cry? Yu Zehui, don't be too much. I promised to be a widow for you, and you still don't let me cry..."

The dull pain in Yu Zehui's heart was like a dagger stirring, and his breath was suffocated by the pain. His rough fingers gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and twisted them bit by bit in the palm of his hand.

"It's not that I don't want you to cry, but you just recovered not long ago, so you can't get too excited. And if you cry too much, it won't be good for me..."

Zhiyan slowly calmed down and kissed the corner of his mouth with her red and swollen lips, "Why not?"

"If you cry too much, my road to hell will be drowned... Then I won't be able to enter the reincarnation cycle, and can only become a wandering ghost. And it's only natural for you to remain a widow for me. If I really become a wandering ghost, I will come back to kill you!"

Yu Zehui laughed wantonly, the white light flickered in the corners of his eyes, crazy, arrogant, and unruly. Zhi Yan's bright peach blossom eyes were filled with mist, and she looked at him foolishly. His smile seemed to have taken him back to eleven years ago.

At that time he was bored staying in the hospital, so he mischievously climbed up to the top of the wall, trying to get out. But when he got up, it was too high, so he didn't dare to jump down. He wanted to cry but didn't dare to, when a mocking laugh came over him.

"Stupid...it's very high down there, you'll die if you jump down!"

He grabbed the wall and looked down cautiously. Under a large patch of blood-red roses, stood a thin and tall boy. He was also wearing a hospital gown like him, but the difference was that his feet were handcuffed with long iron chains.

His face was pale and his lips were thin without a trace of blood. His dark eyes were like dead stars in a pool of water. His whole face was full of sickness. But with just that one glance, Zhi Yan was sure that he was the most handsome person he had ever seen.

But he didn't look like a living person at all, as if he was rotting and growing at the same time. It was very rude to have such an impression when meeting him for the first time, but even he himself didn't know why he would describe him like that until I met him...

After they were together, he prayed and kowtowed to the Buddha countless times. He did not ask for Yu Zehui to be forgiven by everyone, he only asked for him to survive. However, Yu Zehui had committed too many sins, and the Buddha did not agree.

"Then I'm not afraid either. I'll wait for you to come back and *me."

He is not afraid of him being alive, let alone being dead. No matter whether he is alive or dead, he will be inseparable from him for the rest of his life!

Yu Zehui pinched his waist and pressed down to kiss him hard. He had already reached the limit of his patience. His sinister eyes were oozing bloodshot. He bit his lips hard, as if he wanted to tear him apart and eat him into his stomach.

The strong smell of blood spread. Yu Zehui suddenly stopped, pressed his nose against his, and whispered painfully, "Zhizhi, promise me that you will live well after I die. I don't need you to accompany me. I want you to live well! Do you understand?"

"I don't understand... I don't want to understand, Yu Zehui, you bastard! You made me a widow, you bastard..."

Zhi Yan beat his chest again and again. He hated Yu Zehui and also hated himself. He knew the ending before they were together, but she still insisted on being with him. He deserved it.

Yu Zehui kissed the end of his bright red eyes with his bloody lips, and then licked away his tears bit by bit, "I'm a bastard, I will be your slave for the rest of my life, you can do whatever you want... Okay? But in this life, you have to live well, and live well with my share."

Zhi Yan leaned against his hot chest and sobbed softly, "But it's so hard without you. You've made me useless. How can I live without you?"

Yu Zehui licked the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, "You are not useless, you are just a little bit coquettish. If you hadn't met me, you would still be alive..."

"But there is no if, we just met... We are still together, in love, and married, the only thing missing is a child... You bastard! Why don't you try harder to get me pregnant."

Zhi Yan started to cry again after scolding her, Yu Zehui hurriedly held her on his lap and coaxed her, "I'm really scared of you. You're a man, and you won't be able to handle it even if I fuck you to death!"

Zhi Yan's eyes were filled with tears and she couldn't hear anything. "It's still your fault! It's all your fault, you bastard..."

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault. Don't cry, honey. Don't cry, honey. Can I kneel down for you? Don't cry..."

In fact, Yu Zehui doesn't know how to coax people at all. In the past, whenever Yu Zeying cried, he would slap him twice and Yu Zeying would stop crying immediately.

But this is a wife, not a brother.

If he beats his younger brother, he is still his younger brother; if he beats his wife, she may not be his wife anymore.

When he first got together with Zhiyan, he had a bad temper, a bad character, and acted in an extreme way. The two of them quarreled at least five days a week. He knew that he was a bastard, and he was slowly learning to change. He went from swearing all the time to now only swearing a word or two occasionally. All of this was thanks to Zhiyan.

Later, Zhiyan's mental illness became more and more serious. Whenever they quarreled, he would not dare to talk back even if he was right. He would kneel on the washboard and take the scolding obediently, but his face still showed that arrogant and unruly look.

They had quarreled many times, but never broke up. The only time they broke up was when he failed to escape from the marriage and was caught by Yu Yaodong, so she was forced to break up with him.

If only I had succeeded in escaping the marriage...

Unfortunately, he failed. He was captured with a broken leg. Zhiyan was also hospitalized due to a relapse of heart disease. It seemed that God had never been on his side...

Zhiyan hugged him and cried.

"I don't want you to kneel... I want you to live, I want you to live... It's really hard for me to live without you... Yu Zehui, you're too much. You won't let me die, and you won't let me find someone else... I don't care, if you die, I'll find someone else!"

A dark storm slowly gathered under Yu Zehui's cloudy eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Zhizhi, I'm sorry..."

What he owes him in this life, he can only repay in the next life...

But does he have an afterlife?

On April 5, the day after Qingming Festival, the sky was gloomy and dark blue. Yu Zehui had not breathed the air outside the prison for a long time. He moved his shoulders, and the muscles on his broad back rippled, forming smooth and strong lines.

Looking up at the dark sky, I didn't see the sun, which was quite a pity.

In the deserted waiting room, Zhi Yan held Elvis with a deathly pale face. He had known for a long time that Yu Zehui would end up like this. He even started to give himself psychological hints a long time ago, telling himself to learn to accept it. But when this day came, he still couldn't accept it.

Elvis seemed to sense something as well, and struggled frantically to break free from the ropes. Zhiyan hugged him and said, "Elvis! Be obedient, your dad will be out soon..."

Elvis tilted her head, licked the tears from his face, and looked at him with a humming sound, as if asking, "Is what you said true?"

Zhi Yan bit her pale lips, not daring to look into his eyes, and covered them with her hands, "It's true... When have I ever lied to you? Your dad will be out soon..."

On the depressing and depressing weed beach, the executioner loudly read out the charges against Yu Zehui.

The sound was deafening, and Yu Zehui raised the corner of his mouth in disdain, his usual arrogance and pride. Even though he was wearing prison uniform, it was difficult to conceal his wealth and luxury. However, this wealth and luxury also exuded an air of corruption and extravagance.

After reading the words, he stood up straight with his head held high. He had been in a hole all his life, and he wanted to die with dignity. The cold muzzle of the gun was pointed at him exactly. He smiled self-deprecatingly. In the past, he had always pointed the muzzle of the gun at others. It was really a case of fate...

He closed his eyes, his thin lips trembling, "Namo Amitābhaya, Dotāgataya, Dodiyata, Amitābhavavi..."

"Bang!"

The sound of the silenced gunfire quickly disappeared into the sky.

Zhiyan's heart, which had undergone countless surgeries, suddenly began to ache. He pressed his chest hard, held onto a chair and gasped for air. Then, tears began to fall. He heard it, he heard it...

Elvis stopped making trouble and hurriedly used her body to protect him. Zhiyan trembled and wiped the tears from his face. He couldn't cry now, he wanted to take Yu Zehui home...

He couldn't see Yu Zehui who was carried out, as the forensic doctor had not performed an autopsy yet, so he had to wait. He hugged Elvis to comfort himself, as he had been waiting for Yu Zehui for so many years.

There's no harm in waiting a little longer.

When the prison guards informed him that he could go and claim the body, he stood for a long time, holding on to a chair before he stood up. It was clearly just a long corridor, but it seemed like he had been walking for a very long time. In the cold morgue, Yu Zehui was lying there alone.

Zhiyan walked in holding onto the door frame, and the white cloth covering him was blown away by the wind...

Zhi Yan was lying on the bed, staring blankly at Yu Zehui. His first reaction was whether it hurt when he died. But when he thought about the car accident he had before, with bandages all over his body, and asked him if it hurt, he said no, so it shouldn't have hurt...

In the past, he always woke up very early, looked at him like this, and poked his beard to wake him up, but this time, no matter how he poked him, he would not wake up again...

He laughed and cried at the same time. He laughed because he finally belonged to himself completely, and cried because he had just obtained it and then completely lost it...

He leaned over and kissed his thin lips. Hot tears dripped onto Zehui's straight nose. He wiped them away gently and continued to kiss. He wanted to pry open his teeth, but he couldn't...

He no longer insisted, hugged his shoulders, and broke down crying. Yu Zehui was dead. From now on, no one would comfort him anymore, and no one would lick his tears like a dog anymore...

What would he do without him?

He doesn't know.

Yu Zehui, that bastard, only knew to tell him to live well, but how could he live without him...

In the lifeless crematorium, Elvis squatted dejectedly at the gate, while Zhi Yan and Yu Zeying carefully helped Yu Zehui put on a brand new suit.

If Yu Zeying made a slightly rough move, Zhiyan would say, "If you don't know how to put it on, just move aside. It will hurt him if you twist his legs like this..."

Yu Zeying stepped aside, "Okay..."

After everything was put on, Zhi Yan took out a ring from his pocket. It was their wedding ring. He took Yu Zehui's hand and put it on him reverently. After putting it on, he kissed him again.

He regretted it so much. When Yu Zehui was alive, he always quarreled with him and would chase him away at any time. If they had spent so much time quarreling, they could have gone to more places to have fun, or done it more times as Yu Zehui said.

If he were still alive, I would let him do whatever he wanted, and I would never lose my temper with him or quarrel with him again...

"Yu Zehui, I promised you to live well, and you also have to promise me that you must come to me early in your next life..."

Zhiyan wiped away all the tears that fell on his face. He heard from the master in the temple that when the tears of relatives fall on the body of the deceased, the soul of the deceased will be reluctant to leave for a long time.

"Yu Zehui, you should be watching over me, right? Go and reincarnate well, don't be reluctant to leave me. I will take care of myself, and Elvis will also take care of me..."

He and Yu Zeying personally pushed him into the furnace. The raging fire quickly engulfed Yu Zehui. When the door closed, he numbly asked, "Do you think he will feel pain?"

Yu Zeying's eyes were red and swollen, and he forced a smile, "Probably not..."

The two of them sat in the busy hall, looking at the crowd in mourning and weeping. Zhiyan looked at himself and said, "It was too hasty. I didn't prepare anything..."

Yu Zeying held Elvis tightly and said, "I bought some incense and paper and burned them in the incense burner at the door..."

Zhiyan nodded weakly, "Then you have to burn more, he loves money..."

"After burning a whole pool, it should be enough..." Yu Zeying didn't hold Elvis. He ran around and came back. Zhiyan probably understood what he meant, "It should be done..."

The crematorium staff crushed Yu Zehui's unburned bones bit by bit with wooden boards. Zhi Yan felt a sharp pain in his chest and walked forward in a disorderly manner, "Can I do it?"