HLnovel Chapter 673 Whitehead
Chapter 673 Whitehead
Unfortunately, the person in the coffin will never respond to him again.
Although he had a vague premonition in his heart, when he really faced the result, Zhang Pingan found that he still could not accept it.
I could only feel a piercing pain and couldn't help but fall on the coffin and cry out loud.
In front of his parents, he is a good son and their glory. In front of his children, he has to be a good father. In front of his boss, he has to be a good subordinate. But in front of his subordinates, he has to maintain the dignity of a superior.
Only when he is with Qian Youyi can he open his heart and be himself, telling him about his troubles.
Whether happy or unhappy, there is always someone to accompany you, someone who understands you, and someone who listens to you.
A harmonious marriage is exactly what he idealizes.
Now, everything is gone. God has taken away such a talented and wise woman.
From now on he will be left alone.
I don't know how long I cried, but suddenly I heard a child's high-pitched voice and the sound of kicking legs in the distance, mixed with the servants' low coaxing voices, making a loud noise.
Zhang Pingan was pulled out of his sadness for a moment. He listened carefully and found that it was Xiaoyuer.
His tone was still that of a little bully, and I didn't know who he was talking to: "Hurry up and let me through. If you don't let me through, I will ask my grandfather and several uncles to sell you all out, humph!"
"Young master, it's not that I don't want you to go in, but the ice cellar is damp and cold, and it's easy to catch a cold. You can't go in!" someone advised.
"You are lying. I just heard from the housekeeper that my father is there, and so is my mother. I want to go see my mother"!
After a few words, Zhang Pingan roughly understood what was going on.
When the servant wanted to stop him again, Zhang Ping'an opened the cellar door. Except for his red eyes full of bloodshot, his expression seemed calm.
He looked at his son, the only child in his life.
He said hoarsely, "Come here and see your mother. You won't have another chance later!"
When Xiao Yuer saw his father like this, he felt inexplicably uneasy and nervous.
But he didn't think much about it. He just snorted coldly at the servants who followed him, then ran over and threw himself into his father's arms.
She said coquettishly, "Daddy, hold me, it's so cold here!"
Zhang Ping'an squatted down and picked up his son, holding him tightly in his arms. After taking a deep breath, he looked up and instructed the servants who had followed him, "Go find some thick clothes for the young master. The others, please wait at the door and don't disturb them!"
The servants nodded in response.
"Okay, let's go in and see your mother," Zhang Pingan said softly.
Then she carried her son into the ice cellar.
Xiao Yuer shivered as soon as he entered and looked around, "It's so cold here! Where's Mom?"
Zhang Pingan heard this and walked closer to the coffin with his son in his arms. "Here, your mother is asleep. She doesn't look good right now. Promise your father that you won't cry no matter what you see later, okay? Otherwise, your mother will be sad!"
"Okay, I won't cry. I'm a big boy now," Xiao Yuer promised.
Then he asked nervously, "Dad, why does Mom want to sleep in a coffin? Grandpa and grandma said only dead people sleep in coffins."
"you know?"
"Of course I know. I've told you I'm not a child anymore. My grandparents have prepared coffins and burial clothes for themselves, and they are placed in the backyard," Xiao Yuer replied in a crisp voice, with an expression that said, "Do you think I'm stupid?"
Zhang Pingan sighed after hearing this, raised his right hand and touched the child's head: "You know so much, but it's okay, Dad can't lie to you forever, it's not pleasant to be lied to, even if it's a white lie."
As they talked, the two of them came closer. Zhang Pingan looked at the woman in the coffin and said softly, "She is your mother. Go and touch her, okay? She loves you very much."
When Xiao Yuer heard this, tears started streaming down her face. She looked up and asked, "Dad, my mom is dead, isn't she?"
"From a worldly perspective, yes, but she will always live in my heart, and I will never have another wife in this life." Zhang Pingan felt very sad when he heard his son crying, and he cried too.
"Waaaa...it turns out that I really am a motherless child," Xiao Yuer cried loudly.
At this time, the servants brought over thick clothes, not only for Xiaoyuer, but also for Zhang Pingan.
All newly made.
The servant explained, "Actually, when Madam came to Zhoushan, she brought a lot of your and the young master's old clothes with her, saying that seeing them would remind them of you. Later, she made a lot of new clothes for the young master, saying that they would be kept as a remembrance. They were all enlarged according to different ages, and there are clothes all the way up to the young master's coming of age."
"I know she loves this child very much," Zhang Ping'an felt like he was being pricked by needles while holding the clothes.
After the servants left, Zhang Pingan put the child down and helped him put on his clothes. He stared into his son's eyes and said solemnly, "Don't cry. Don't you always say you're a man? Let's be strong. Even if your mother is gone, you will get as much love as other children. Your mother is very quiet. Your crying like this will make her worry. Let's be good, okay?"
After he finished speaking, Zhang Pingan wiped his son's tears with his hands and picked him up again: "Look at your mother's appearance clearly and remember it in your heart."
After hearing this, Xiao Yuer sobbed and looked into the coffin.
The woman in the coffin did not look good. Even though her body was well maintained, it still had a grayish and decayed smell.
But perhaps it was due to his blood nature. Although this was the first time Xiao Yuer saw his mother after he grew up, he felt particularly sad for some reason when he saw his mother lying in the cold coffin.
I always feel like I've lost something.
Zhang Pingan touched his son's head, and after his son's emotions had calmed down a bit, he said bitterly, "Your mother must have been very lonely these past few years. We, father and son, should spend more time with her in the future."
Xiao Yuer nodded, turned around and leaned into his father's arms, feeling like crying again.
Suddenly, he realized, "Dad, why is your hair turning white?"
Zhang Pingan was so immersed in his sorrow that he didn't notice it at all. Only when he heard his son's surprised voice did he grab a handful of hair from his shoulder and look at it.
Only then did he realize that in less than two hours, his hair had turned a lot whiter without him noticing.
"Oh," Zhang Pingan was surprised for a moment, then he didn't take it to heart and said softly, "It's just a hair, no problem!"
Xiao Yu'er was puzzled: "But only old people have white hair. Daddy, you are not that old?"
Zhang Pingan didn't explain any more, but just put his son down again.
Then he pulled out a dagger from his boot, cut off a strand of his hair, turned around and cut off a strand of Qian Youyi's hair, twisted the hair together, and put it into the sachet he carried with him.