Chapter 1024 Yi Chun (Two More!)

Chapter 1024 Yi Chun (two more!)

My name is Yi Chun. To be honest, this is a name that makes me unable to complain.

In fact, my mother asked a fortune teller, and they all said that I was short of water, so I should be given a name similar to water.

But in the end, my name was determined to be Yi Chun...

When I asked my father, he said something like "spring, the beginning of a year, the end of a year, inheriting the past and opening up the future."

But it's normal. After all, I have been in the education industry for too long and there will always be some problems like this.

My father was an ordinary teacher, like countless teachers in this position.

Years of education work has enabled him to write fairly good handwriting.

But other than that, he doesn't have much to offer.

Dutifully changing between school and family, playing the role of teacher and father well.

Or rather, a husband?

I rarely see my father smile, his expression is always calm.

This is probably the only bright spot besides his lackluster educational ability?

He is not sociable and has no bad habits.

In his spare time, he always teases the raccoon cats at home.

From a young age, my father would always accommodate my requests.

He basically didn't kill me, but I still fear him.

Perhaps, this is because the role of the father is always an invisible deterrent to the children?

I don't understand, and then I became a father, and I still don't understand...

My family conditions, for this busy city, there is really nothing worth mentioning.

The hard work of my father and grandfather only allowed our family to gain a firm foothold here.

But I still have to be busy with some things, such as the family's short-lived affairs and daily necessities.

When I was young, I also had some wild dreams.

But after experiencing some things, I realized that dreams are just dreams.

When I was young, I also met girls who were heart-wrenching.

I have forgotten her name, but I still vaguely remember that she likes to wear white skirts.

Did I forget, or did I not?

I don't think I know, even now that I'm in my grave, I still don't know...

I know a lot of people think I'm a stubborn guy, they even think I'm an "old tradition" like my father...

But how would they know that I, an old man, used to be a character who played a role in a certain server of an online game.

When I was in my 20s, I met a girl who was similar under the introduction of my mother.

I think so, and then she became my wife.

At that time, I was actually not sure if I liked her or not.

But I really don't have the strength to struggle anymore, so I guess that's it...

Later, she bore me a son.

I was so happy then that I was able to decide on a name for my son.

But obviously, my naming aesthetic isn't great either.

In later days, my son also complained to me.

But I didn't respond to him, because his presence made me even busier.

Work, family, my days feel like planned schedules.

It tore away page by page until at last a pale panel remained...

I knew I was dying, and the doctor's and my son's cries were far away.

Then, I died...

But I'm not sure because I'm still conscious and I think I can still salvage it.

If the doctor gave me a few more shocks, I think I might be able to say something:

"I'm back."

But in the end, I completely lost control of my body, everything—even if it's just a finger or skin, I can no longer control them.

But I can feel them getting colder as time goes by, passing away bit by bit...

I am very fortunate that our family still maintains the custom of burial:

I used to complain about this because it cost us a lot of money.

But now I think cremation is actually good, but I'm a traditional person.

My body was placed in the coffin, which should be very rough, anyway, I don't think it will be more comfortable than a sofa.

But it's okay, now I don't have to worry about those...

I'm tired of hearing their cries, and I think it's time to end this exhausting life.

Perhaps, that soul full of passion and drive has stayed forever in a certain youthful day.

It probably doesn't like life full of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, and the sour and hard life...

Amidst the sound of thunderbolt firecrackers, people left.

Only darkness and insects keep me company.

I heard a rustling sound next to me, and I was a little worried that it was a mouse.

I began to rummage through the fragments of knowledge I had seen, and I was a little worried about the fate of my body:

I don't like eating mice, but I don't like being eaten by them even more...

But at this moment, it seemed that someone was approaching again.

I look at him, he looks at me...

I thought, this should... be my father? ?

"Father……"

I called out to him, just like the joy and... apprehension I once gave him a handful of Frostmourne as a gift.

I don't want to be the Lich King, but if my father can wake me from the grave, I think I will.

Even being a frozen Forsaken was better than lying in this cold tomb.

Unfortunately, he never responded to me.

I was afraid of my father, and I knew it all along.

"a hundred years……"

His voice is still like the voice I have deposited in my memory.

Now it sounds, and the trance has returned to the past again.

His expression was as calm as he remembered, but there seemed to be something new flowing after that calm.

Inexplicably, I feel that my father's mood is a bit complicated at this moment.

Is it because of my death, or the death of my mother?

I don't understand, just like I don't understand my life...

Some people always say that the son is the continuation of the father's life.

But I guess I'm not, because I feel like my father's life is separate.

Yes, it came to me suddenly during the years when I gradually felt the call of death.

In those seemingly ordinary actions, he always maintains a certain detached vision.

He stared at the world coldly and almost mercilessly.

Is there such a trace of tenderness in his heart:

I don't know whether he...has ever loved his mother.

Like, I don't know if I ever really loved my wife...

love? marriage?

I'm feeling a little tired, and these things make me feel tired.

Because always longing for things that you can't get will make life more painful.

I remember that it was said in the Buddhist scriptures that this is called "the pain of not getting what you want"...

Time seemed to start to speed up, and my father was still standing there.

But the sun rises and sets, as if speeding up.

I think I'm about to die--real, utter death...

I know that maybe my consciousness is interrupted indirectly, because those pictures are all abrupt.

I realized that maybe every frame might be the last I'll be able to see.

And finally, I saw my father standing there, looking the other way.

I think he may be missing his mother...

Then, I saw a ray of golden light overflowing in my father's eyes...