Yang Nianci floated on his mourning hall, biting his fingers and looking down reluctantly.

The mourning hall was hung with heavy white curtains, and many white candles were lit on all sides. There was a thick Nanmu coffin parked in the center, and inside it was the body of Yang Nianci, who was wearing a Fulu golden silk shroud. In front of the coffin, a young man is adding paper money to a clay pot. The light of the fire in the basin made the man's emaciated face yellow.

It is Yang Nianci's husband Wen Xiang in this life.

Yang Nianci's heart was dripping with blood, and he finally married himself off, and after less than two years of happy life, he was gone. God, play with me!

Yang Nianci is a soul from another world who came to this unknown time and space to borrow the corpse to resurrect the soul.

In the first life, Yang's mother gave birth to a hemorrhage, and she died before she had time to look at her daughter. In order to commemorate his wife, Yang's father named his daughter "Nian Ci". Father Yang, who lost his wife, quickly became a drunkard who dreamed of death, and followed him within a few years. Yang Nianci grew up with the help of relatives and friends, and worked all the way to college without illness and disaster, and found a good job. Seeing that the little life was getting better and better, Yang Nianci thought about finding a young man to marry him. A drunk car sent itself here.

Before Yang Nianci woke up from his panic, the original owner's big belly attacked. Yang Nianci was forced to receive the crossing prize - a small bun.

Yang Nianci wanted to cry without tears, how did he offend God and be punished like this?

God opened his eyes and sent a super dad, which was Wen Xiang, and then Wen Xiang and Yang Nianci had a relationship, and successfully promoted to the twenty-four filial piety husband and twenty-four filial piety good father.

Under his care, Yang Nianci's mother and son lived a happy and nourishing life.

At this point in the story, no matter how you look at it, it is a happy ending for the prince and princess to live a happy life.

But-

Three years after coming to another world, Yang Nianci went out on the street alone on this commemorative day to pick a special gift for her husband and a birthday gift for a small bun. On the street, he was hit by a drunk crazy horse

I hate drunk driving! And all the objects that move fast!

Yang Nianci looked at Wen Xiang's handsome face, full of resentment, God, how much you can't look down on me

"Dad, dad, want a mother, want a mother"

A small, round body quickly climbed over the high threshold and rushed towards this side. The big black eyes were connected to the red and swollen eye sockets, which was indescribably pitiful, which made Yang Nianci worry for a while.

It is Yang Nianci's little bun.

Wen Xiang grabbed the small bun and stopped him from approaching the coffin.

Yang Nianci breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come on, why are you here? Didn't it make you sleep a little longer? Did Dad ask someone to give you warm porridge, did you eat it? ”

The little bun looked up at his little face and pouted: "Mother, want mother"

The tender voice made Yang Nianci want to cry.

Wen Xiang looked into his eyes: "Mother is tired, sleep." Don't disturb your mother, okay? Otherwise, my mother will be angry. ”

Xiao Baozi stopped talking, but his eyes were full of tears.

Wen Xiang touched the top of his head, pressed him in his arms, and said slowly: "In the future, Dad will take you, and we will have a good time."

There is endless sadness in the words, and there is an inexplicable taste.

Wen Xiang's face was facing Yang Nianci, and Yang Nianci could see the expression on it clearly.

Yang Nianci couldn't help but wipe his eyes, was there something wrong with his eyes? How do you feel that the look in my husband's eyes is exactly the same or even worse than when he confesses affectionately to himself, this is not what he should show to his son, right? Where does the love come from?

Before Yang Nianci's mind could turn, Wen Xiang had already coaxed the little buns and let the grandmother take them to rest.

Wen Xiang continued to add paper money to the clay pot.

"Wen boy, hand over my grandson quickly!"

A man in his thirties and nearly forty barged in with a group of people.

Yang Nianci is puzzled, grandson? Who is it? Who is this man?

The man walked in aggressively and shouted: "When my daughter was here, you said that your son followed her mother and stopped her from seeing her, so she recognized it." Now, Xi'er has gone, and Guo'er is the grandson of Benxiang, but he has nothing to do with you. Don't take Guo'er out soon, and take him home. ”

Yang Nianci seemed to hear a thunderbolt.

What the? Is this person his own Lao Tzu?

Yang Nianci took a closer look, and sure enough, he found that the man's eyebrows were somewhat similar to his own. Suddenly, my heart was disturbed.

She didn't get a trace of the original owner's memory. Of course, I don't know who is in my mother-in-law's family. Under the weakness of his heart, he just wanted to live his life incognito, so he never thought about finding his "family", nor did he think that his family would find him. But what this man meant in his words was that he had come to find him? How many times have you looked for it? When? Why don't you know anything?

Wen Xiang slowly added another piece of paper before standing up and saying expressionlessly, "Duan Xiang is here." Then give your daughter a pillar of incense to send her on her last ride. However, for the sake of his own reputation, the Prime Minister drove the third lady who was about to give birth out of the door, regardless of the life or death of their mother and son. Do you still have a face? And the face to take it? ”

The man was furious, his face turned red, and he drank: "It's not you despicable villain, Benxiang has already brought Xi'er and his grandson back." ”

Wen Xiang chuckled: "It's not me who is a despicable villain, their mother and son have already thrown their bodies into the wild." ”

Hearing this, Yang Nianci felt as if his head had exploded, what were they talking about? It seems to be all about yourself, but why don't you know anything?

Looking at Wen Xiang's familiar face again, he realized how strange the expression on it was, as if he had never known him.

Yang Nianci held his head and couldn't listen to a word.

I don't know what Wen Xiang said, and the man finally returned home.

Wen Xiang stood in the mourning hall and looked out, and after a long time, he seemed to breathe out and walked out.

Yang Nianci had calmed down his headache and floated in the air to follow him.

Wen Xiang went to the study, closed the doors and windows, and took down a sandalwood box from the top of the tall cabinet.

Yang Nianci remembered this box, he used to help him clean the study and found it, and wanted to open it to see.

Wen Xiang hurriedly snatched it, saying that it was an heirloom left to him by the family, and his father ordered that it should not be opened when the time came.

At that time, Yang Nianci was still pouting and dissatisfied: If he is so nervous, it must be private money.

Seeing Wen Xiang open it without hesitation, Yang Nianci couldn't help but think: Could it be that this time refers to the time when he died? Hey? Just a painting? Could it be his future wife? Can the husband still pinch and calculate, knowing that his son's eldest wife will die first in the future?

Wen Xiang carefully unfolded the painting, spread it on the empty bookcase, and stared at the person on the painting.

Yang Nianci controlled his body and floated over, staring at it.

A man!

A handsome man!

An extremely beautiful man!

Yang Nianci has never seen such a beautiful man in his past and present life. But who is this man? Why does it always feel familiar? I'm sure I've never seen this person.

Wen Xiang's fingers slid across the lines of the characters one inch at a time, as if they were caressed

Yang Nianci shuddered, why did he think like this?

A low voice sounded as if she was whispering: "That woman is dead, and finally dead, and there is no one between us anymore, and my son is your own son, that is, my son." I will raise him to be as good as you are."

Yang Nianci only felt that he was being split by thunder. The first thought was that this was his son's father, no wonder he was familiar, he was a little similar to Guo'er. The second thought is, my twenty-four filial husband is looking forward to his death? What a vicious man! The third thought is, sister, are you a crooked? The Adam's apple of the painted person can still be seen.

As if to answer Yang Nianci, Wen Xiang stopped, put one hand behind his back, pressed the other hand next to the painting, lowered his head deeply, and his lips were printed on the lips of the man in the painting, only half an inch apart.

Yang Nianci was stupid, what a bend!

Wen Xiang straightened up, and his face turned red. Yang Nianci looked down with cold eyes, and a tent had been set up below

Brute!

Next, Yang Nianci opened his eyes wide and sneered at Wen Xiang who was relieved by the painting, and sat down on the chair weakly. I don't want to think about anything anymore. Sister, what I thought was a good husband turned out to be a crooked man, and he was worried about his death. It's still a brute who has fallen into a lust for painting

Yang Nianci suddenly snorted, he wouldn't do anything to his son, in the mourning hall

Wen Xiang put away the painting, cleaned himself up, and took out a stack of ledgers to read. Didn't move for an hour.

Yang Nianci sighed, today is the last day of his death, and he will be buried early tomorrow morning. It is said that the paper money in the tile basin cannot be broken, looking at Wen Xiang like this, it is clear that he doesn't want to install it anymore.

How did he offend God and get such a punishment?

Yang Nianci didn't want to look at Wen Xiang anymore, so she floated to her son's yard, looking at his red face from sleep, the corners of his eyes were still wet, and she couldn't help crying sorry for a long time. The son is the only person who loves him in these two lives

After Yang Nianci instructed Xiao Baozi to take care of himself, he returned to the mourning hall flutteringly. Sure enough, it was cold and deserted inside, and when the cold wind blew outside, the curtain and candlelight in the house swayed, so it was desolate.

Yang Nianci took a deep look at his body, and his demeanor was so serene. Suddenly, evil was born to the side of the guts, and I wanted to destroy everything in front of me.

She floated to the longest, closest to the candle's curtain, and blew and blew vigorously with the wind outside

The curtain shook slowly, and when it touched the flame of the candle, it burned. The flames scrambled upwards and spread in all directions. In the blink of an eye, the mourning hall was on fire, the wood on the roof was also burning, and the coffin in the middle was in flames.

Yang Nianci sat on the lid of the coffin, and through the twisted flames, he seemed to see Wen Xiang walking here, without a trace of anxiety and sadness on his face

Yang Nianci sneered: Bend man, if you do it again, my sister will let you bend into a circle, and you can't take care of your own life