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Chapter 76 Love Debt
Chapter 76 Love Debt
Liang Youyan liked Ye Rong very much, and wished to cut off the mother-son relationship with Fu Wenyuan on the spot, so that he could immediately recognize Ye Rong as his own son.
Ye Rong was flattered, and was able to tell her how to make her happy.
Fu Wenyuan didn't talk much on the side. The three of them ate together. Except for the occasional serving of vegetables for Ye Rong and asking Liang Youyan if he wanted more food, he hardly said a few words.
Liang Youyan didn't seem to care too much, as if he had nothing to say to him, the relationship between mother and son was very delicate.
In the evening, Liang Youyan asked them to stay here. It turned out that Fu Wenyuan bought the entire backyard of the nursing home for her to live in peace of mind. She also sent a caring old man here to take care of her all the time. It was not difficult to free up a room or two.
Liang Youyan's affection was difficult, but Ye Rong couldn't refuse. Fu Wenyuan reluctantly nodded in agreement when he saw that Ye Rong would not leave.
Fu Wenyuan didn't like it here. From the moment Ye Rong entered the gate of the sanatorium, he found that he would frown from time to time and couldn't help showing a little upset.
Ye Rong asked him what was wrong, he just smiled and said that it was okay, went to the room and put the person on the bed, hugged him and kissed him enough before letting go.
Ye Rong panted and hugged him back. He didn't ask questions without being curious, and comforted him like a child: "If you want to say something, then tell me, it's okay."
Fu Wenyuan lightly kissed his forehead and murmured, "Rongrong..."
Ye Rong was a little stunned. It had been a long time since he heard Fu Wenyuan calling him so affectionately.
The two rubbed together for a while, Fu Wenyuan went to take a bath, Ye Rong blushed and opened the window to cool off.
There is a small pond outside the window, reflecting the quiet crescent moon in the sky, and the trail is covered with a thin layer of dead branches and leaves, winding into a dark dense forest.
A woman is carrying a bag and walking down the path to the depths of the jungle.
Ye Rong squinted and took a closer look, it was Liang Youyan.
He turned around and took a few steps back, knocked on the bathroom door and said he was going downstairs, but the sound of water overwhelmed his voice, and Fu Wenyuan didn't respond to him immediately.
Ye Rong had no time to take care of him, so he went downstairs and quickly followed Liang Youyan.
He didn't intend to spy on Liang Youyan's privacy, but it was not safe for her to go out alone so late, so she just followed quietly to protect her.
Ye Rong followed her all the way into the forest. The temperature dropped rapidly at night. He wrapped his coat tightly and followed silently, until he saw Liang Youyan slowly stop in front of a cemetery halfway up the mountain.
Liang Youyan squatted down in front of a tombstone, took out a stack of paper money from her bag and set it on fire in front of the tombstone.
Ye Rong saw that she had no emotion and a cold demeanor, and even took out a small mirror and lipstick to put on makeup in front of the tomb.
After Liang Youyan finished her makeup, she suddenly smiled lightly as if she had changed her personality. She raised the mirror to look at Ye Rong behind her, and greeted him tenderly with the corners of her lips hooked through the mirror: "My dear, come over and bake the fire, don't let it go. frozen."
Ye Rong dawdled over without a word, and then squatted down, seeing a few blood-red inscriptions on Fu Han's tomb on the tombstone.
Ye Rong is no stranger to this name. saw it when searched for Fu Wenyuan's information before. It was Fu Wenyuan's father and Liang Youyan's husband.
It must be hard to let go of coming to worship so late, Ye Rong thought regretfully, just as he was about to open his mouth to comfort, he heard Liang Youyan casually smile and say something indifferent: "My dear, don't make that expression, Fu Han. I killed it myself."
At night, Ye Rong was so frightened by this sentence that he almost slammed his head against the tombstone.
Liang Youyan calmly squeezed her lipstick and repeated the words on the tablet many times, as if she was drawing some kind of spell to quell the souls of the underground.
Ye Rong whispered from the side: "Auntie..."
Liang Youyan threw the lipstick in her hand into the fire, and it quickly turned into a pool of bright red like blood. She turned her head and patted Ye Rong's back to reassure her, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
After all the paper money was burnt, Ye Rong pulled Liang Youyan to get up, and then he helped her down the mountain after confirming that the embers were destroyed.
On the way, Liang Youyan talked to him about Fu Wenyuan as a child in a few words.
As she said, Fu Wenyuan, who was a child, was a stinky fart. He was disobedient and disobedient. Even a mother like her would sometimes be scorned. In short, he was a very unpleasant child.
And this kind of unpleasantness reached its extreme when he was found with eyes that were different from ordinary people's ability to see death. He was a cursed demon, and he was the king of hell who would take people's lives. They hated him and feared him and wanted him to go. die.
And these people also include Fu Wenyuan's biological father, Fu Han.
Not long after Fu Wenyuan could speak when he was a child, the first sentence he said to Fu Han ignorantly was his death. The childish voice was like the prophecy of fate, so that he could not be at peace for a moment.
The date Fu Wenyuan said was getting closer and closer, and Fu Han became more and more frightened and anxious. He couldn't help but ask Fu Wenyuan again every day if it was the date of his death.
Fu Wenyuan would give him the same answer every time.
The night before that day, Fu Han couldn't take it anymore. He was so drunk that he dragged the young Fu Wenyuan out of the bedroom to cut his tongue.
Little Fu Wenyuan neither resisted nor feared, and stared at him with blood-red eyes, calm and indifferent like the white dove hiding the divine at the top of the gray tower in Rome.
And everything ended with the woman's piercing screams. The bell rang at twelve o'clock in the morning. Fu Han died on the date predicted by Fu Wenyuan, at the hands of Liang Youyan.
Died at the hands of a loving mother.
The story ends here. The two stopped in front of the small pond at the foot of the mountain. Liang Youyan was still her usual appearance, and said lightly, "Fu Wenyuan, that bastard, has no one loved and loved me since he was a child, and he must have owed it in his previous life. Debt and sin."
She paused, then turned her head and winked and joked: "But since I knew of your existence, I thought, it's probably a big love debt."
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