Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

Chapter 641

Everything is going backwards, Yan Zhiyuan can't describe the shock in his heart with words.

He is over forty years old, but he saw himself when he was young, young, and child.

In these regressive memories, the person lying on the bed like an immortal ghost that frightened him has gradually become younger and more solemn, but sometimes, he seems to be a loving father.

Even his dead mother came back to life in his memory.

Yan Zhiyuan couldn't tell what was going on, he was like a bystander, watching his experience from childhood to adulthood being staged again, he was just a visitor, he couldn't touch any scene in his memory, and he couldn't intervene those things.

At first it was horror, then it became flat, and finally it was quiet.

Yan Zhiyuan discovered many differences. He discovered that his fear of Yan Qingyun started from a trivial matter. He recited an ancient poem by mistake. Yan Qingyun put away his smile and fined him to recite it ten times.

After Yan Qingyun left, his mother Qi Xinyue came and scolded him severely, saying that if he didn't work hard, he would be sorry for her, and if there were other children in the house, he would definitely be killed by others.

Qi Xinyue's punishment was much more severe than Yan Qingyun's, beating him until his palms were rotten, and he kept asking him if he remembered, the little him, the weak him, promised Qi Xinyue over and over again, saying that he would remember up.

Yan Zhiyuan couldn't help trembling while watching, is that so? Is that so?

But why is there something different? In his memory, he had a fever. After he recovered, he couldn't remember the reason for being punished.

But after this time, he was very afraid of his father Yan Qingyun, afraid of being rejected by his father, afraid of being punished by his father, afraid of making mistakes, and afraid of being hopeless.

Yan Qingyun showed a little emotion, he was very nervous and scared, he thought he was afraid of Yan Qingyun, but it was not, what he was afraid of should be his mother Qi Xinyue.

Because he didn't do well, Yan Qingyun often just asked a few harsh words, while Qi Xinyue would punish and beat him a lot to make him correct.

He felt that it was too heavy, and felt that Yan Qingyun was a mountain pressing on his heart. Day after day, year after year, the pressure, hatred, dissatisfaction, and more and more, he had never put Yan Qingyun in his heart. Be a father.

But when he looks at it from the perspective of a bystander, Yan Qingyun, his use of women and his ruthlessness are true, but for his descendants, he also teaches and cultivates them with heart. He wants to build the prosperity of the entire Yan family prosperity.

As the son, he let him down.

He never even thought that it was actually his mother, not his father, who had been suppressed in his heart for many years.

Yan Qingyun is also passively accepting his emotions. He has restrained himself and tried his best not to show his emotions in front of him, but he has never understood the helplessness and disappointment in Yan Qingyun's eyes.

Yan Zhiyuan also thoroughly discovered that what weighed on his heart was not his father, but his mother. Whether it was knowledge or marriage, his mother's handwriting was everywhere, and his mother's shadow was everywhere.

But if he said that his mother didn't love him, he couldn't say it out. Qi Xinyue had done so many things for him and Yan Zhenzhen, how could he not appreciate it.

It's just that this love is really too heavy, too heavy.

Yan Zhiyuan felt his cheeks were hot, as if something flowed from his cheeks.

"wake up."

As if a cry came from the sky, Yan Zhiyuan woke up like a dream, his eyes were blank.

That drop of tear fell on the finger of the cow boy and disappeared into his body.

After a while, Yan Qingyun said hoarsely: "Where are you?"

The cowboy smiled slightly and said, "The carriage has just gone for less than a stick of incense."

"It's only been a while."

Yan Zhiyuan murmured in a trance, such a moment, but it was his whole life.

He suddenly realized that he had made a big mistake, but he didn't even have a chance to make up for it. He choked up and covered his face with tears: "How could it be like this, how could it be like this..."

He thought he had finally stood up and made the decision, but it turned out that he made a big mistake, and he wanted to kill the entire Yan family.

He actually did such a disregard for human relations, how could he feel that others didn't know, how could he think so!

Now it's only fifteen years old, and many people in the court are probably waiting for the fifteenth year to join him.

"Help, help."

Yan Zhiyuan knelt down in front of the bull. At this moment, he regarded the bull as the only life-saving straw, and begged him to point out a clear way.

Niu Zai sighed lightly: "The relationship between you and me will be over after taking away your tear of fear. It's useless if you beg me."

Yan Zhiyuan fell into the carriage in embarrassment, what should we do?

Now the more he thinks about it, the more he regrets it. He thought that he was leading the entire Yan family on the road of prosperity, but he didn't know that he was taking a road of extermination. Therefore, how could he have the face to meet the ancestors of Yan's family for generations.

Every time, after he got angry with Yan Qingyun, he would go to the ancestral hall to report again. Looking back now, Yan Zhiyuan wanted to go back and slap himself a few times. How could he do such a thing that is inferior to a pig and a dog!

Yan Zhiyuan felt extremely painful, and a picture suddenly came to his mind, and he immediately found the reason, and he said to himself: "Yes, it's my mother's fault, if she wasn't so strict with me, I wouldn't have treated me that way." Father was born with hatred, all this is mother's fault, who made her be so strict with me, who made her so vicious, if there is a bastard in the mansion, maybe I don't need her to be so strict, I can feel it

To the pressure, yes, that's it, that's it. "

Yan Zhiyuan found another reason to convince himself that he would feel much better if he had a source for his pain.

Wiping away his old tears, Yan Zhiyuan said to the cowboy: "Little Taoist priest, please help my dad so that he gets better."

"Your father can't live anymore, and there is only a lingering thought left. Even if the Da Luo god comes, there is no way to return to heaven. The relationship between me and him is just to end his remnant thoughts and send him away in peace. If you wish , then I will go, if you don't want to, then forget it, don't just add messy things to others."

The cowboy put away his smile, and his tone was not warm.

His eyes were empty, Yan Zhiyuan looked at him, and felt creepy, but in just a few moments, he lowered his head and said quickly: "Don't, don't, I'm a bitch, Xiaodao, don't be angry."

"It's good that you know the fate."

The cowboy smiled again.

Yan Zhiyuan was in a daze. One moment he felt a sense of horror and fear, and the next moment he felt like spring flowers blooming. He was obviously blind, but he seemed to be able to see many things in his eyes. Yan Zhiyuan didn't dare to speak anymore. He transferred his hatred to his dead mother, but he didn't dare to blame the cow cub, let alone make any demands on him.