"Brother Feng, what happened at home? I see your face changed." Wang Hao held the steering wheel in both hands, and from time to time he observed Feng Yan sitting in the passenger seat with his eyes slanted.

"I died in a car accident." Feng Yan looked straight at the front windshield with his eyes. Wang Hao next to him was speechless after hearing Feng Yan's words. He was honest and stupid. He wanted to say a few words of comfort, but he didn't know what to say: "Brother...Brother, be mournful and follow the changes."

Mi Xiaojun, sitting in the back of the driver's seat by the window, kept staring at Feng Yan. She had never seen Feng Yan so sad. Seeing the tears in the corner of Feng Yan's eyes, Mi Xiaojun felt very distressed. It was a day worth celebrating for them today, but she didn't expect that this would happen suddenly. Mi Xiaojun stared at Feng Yan and observed his expression changes all the way, but she didn't say a word because she knew her lover too well. She knew that Feng Yan now needed more peace, rather than endless comfort.

On the provincial road from San County to Tai County, due to years of no repair, the road surface has been crushed by heavy-duty vehicles such as sand and stones. In addition, there are not even street lights on both sides of the road. Under the dark night sky, the van that Wang Hao drove could only see two strong lights swaying and moving forward quickly on the road.

Two hours later, amid the sharp sound of a sudden brake, the van stopped at the gate of Taixian County Hospital. Before the car could stop, Feng Yan rushed out of the car and ran quickly towards the yard.

As soon as he turned to the road to the emergency building, Feng Yan saw his father squatting alone on the steps at the entrance of the emergency building, smoking from afar.

"Dad, where is the person?" Feng Yan stood in front of his father panting.

"They all went home... the fat man sent him to the morgue."

Feng Yan heard his father's words and ran straight to the morgue.

"What are you doing? Don't go, be obedient, don't go and see Feng Yan." The father threw away the cigarette butts in his hand and stood up and chased after him.

"Dad, let me go and see the fat man, let me take a look at him for the last time, Dad, I beg you."

At the door of the morgue, the father hugged Feng Yan tightly and said without letting go: "Child, you are obedient, the fat man is gone, you can't live anymore if you look at him anymore. If you are obedient, let's go back... The fat man won't want you to see what he is now!!!"

"Let me go... Dad! The one lying inside is my brother! He was knocked into a paste! I have to see him for the last time... Dad, you don't want your son to feel guilty for the rest of your life!!! Let go!!!"

Feng Yan broke free from his father's arms and broke into the morgue. About five minutes later, Feng Yan slowly walked out of the inside with a dull expression. The father squatting beside him was frightened and quickly met him: "Feng Yan, Feng Yan, son, you're okay, don't scare dad, you haven't..."

Before his father finished speaking, Feng Yan suddenly squatted in the corner and vomited.

My father quickly took out a stack of toilet paper from his pocket and handed it to Feng Yan: "I just said I won't let you see..."

"God doesn't have eyes, and I don't even leave a whole body... Ah!!! God doesn't have eyes!!!" Feng Yan sat on the ground and cried loudly.

Mi Xiaojun heard the sound and ran in from outside quickly.

"It's Xiaojun, why are you here too?" Feng Yan's father looked up and saw Mi Xiaojun who had already walked to him.

"Uncle, I'm not worried about Feng Yan coming... Feng Yan, the ground is cold, get up..." Mi Xiaojun said, bent down and helped Feng Yan to the row of chairs next to him with Feng Yan's father.

"Feng Yan, people cannot be resurrected when they die, so you should be more open."

"Feng Yan, things are already like this, it's useless for you to cry. His brother doesn't know about this yet. Think about how to go to school tomorrow and tell Ma Ren."

"Uncle, let me leave this here. You can go back early to rest."

"Uh... OK... that, Feng Yan, I still have some money in my pocket, I'll leave it for you."

"Uncle, no need."

"Then I'll leave..." Feng Yan's father put the more than 300 yuan he took out from his pocket on the chair next to Feng Yan and turned around and left.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!