The Taming of the Ruffian Hero

Chapter 133 (From Black Hair to White Hair) What Is Love Supposed to Be?

Chapter 133 (From Black Hair to White Hair) What Is Love Supposed to Be?

Shortly after the start of the school, the results of the forensic test came out. Zhao Mingjiang died of kidney failure eventually. Because the tubes used for his detoxification fell so that the extravasated blood in his body could not get out. The few of them continued to cooperate with the investigation, though they did not have too much hope. Then, they began to make arrangements for the cremation.

On this day, Zhao Yuan went to see his father one last time, and then his father would be cremated.

Everyone from Dorm No.216 with Chen Wanxin and Shu Xiaoman from the girl’s dorm all went to the funeral house together.

Lin Wenxi only thought that Chen Wanxin had lost so much weight. Now, she got a pair of weary eyes, and her bloodless cheeks looked ghastly pale. She disappeared from school for a long time since she got the news of Uncle Zhao’s death. It was not until today could Lin Wenxi see her again.

The funeral house was just like a black hole, which specialized in engulfing the happiness part in the seven emotions and six sensory pleasures. So there was only endless sadness left in the funeral house.

The group of people laid out the funeral wreaths together. They made a deep bow to Zhao Mingjiang and then saluted him. With a burst of funeral music, the glass coffin began to move slowly and waited to enter the operation room. As soon as the glass coffin was removed, a big fire of nearly a thousand degrees would enwrap Zhao Mingjiang’s body, like the last solemn hymn of praise in this world for this person.

The glass coffin slowly moved forward, and all the people on the spot shed their tears silently. Abruptly, Zheng Zihuan stepped forward, pointed at the glass coffin, and said, “A Yuan, before your father died, he had some last words for you.”

Zhao Yuan was startled in a sudden. Then he bowed his head and listened to him solemnly.

“Old Zhao told me that Wanxin was a very sensible nice girl. He wanted you to marry her in the future if Wanxin wanted to marry you.” In tears, Zheng Zihuan said to Zheng Kai with a smile, “Son, I left you a letter. Please remember that!”

Before Zheng Kai could react, he saw Zheng Zihuan striding away. When Zheng Kai realized that there was something wrong with his words and hurried to chase after him, Zheng Zihuan had already jumped on the windowsill. In a hoarse voice, he shouted at Zheng Kai and Zhao Yuan. “Both of you remember what I said!” After that, he glanced at Lin Wenxi and smiled sadly. His body tilted and fell.

“Dad!” Zheng Kai climbed on the sill and reached out. But there was only cold wind passed between his five fingers, which made him feel ice-cold. They could only hear someone cry out in horror. Zheng Kai covered his eyes and didn’t dare to look down. With his body leaning against the wall limply, Zheng Kai sat down slowly. Gu Xi and Wang Xiang instantly rushed toward Zheng Kai together. Feeling his whole body ice-cold, Gu Xi lay prone on the windowsill and wanted to look down. But his legs became so weak that he flopped down. Holding the wall with one hand, Wang Xiang had already choked with sobs.

Meanwhile, Zhao Yuan whispered an exclamation and immediately ran downstairs. The group of them was a mess now. While screaming, they ran down the stairs after Zhao Yuan.

Lin Wenxi jostled through the crowd and saw a scene that he could never forget in his life.

Little by little, the blood trickled from the bottom of that person, flowing around slowly and helplessly. His steaming blood was now floating on the icy ground, and its warmth volatilized and disperse like the life being drained, not knowing where the life’s shattered soul could become complete again.

There was not a single trace of pain and panic on Zheng Zihuan’s face. He looked totally relieved. Two streams of blood came out of his nose and ran toward his cheeks slowly. His mouth opened and closed. It seemed that he was trying to say something. Standing beside him, Zhao Yuan didn’t allow others to come close, and he had already made an emergency call.

“Uncle Zheng...” Holding his breath for some time, Lin Wenxi finally managed to cry out and released the hard feelings that blocked in his chest. He rushed up to Zheng Zihuan. Kneeling on the ground, Lin Wenxi tried to hold Zheng Zihuan’s head with his hands, but he was too afraid to move. Lin Wenxi was afraid that if Zheng Zihuan could still be saved, he might suffer a second injury and died because of his rash action.

The blood was still oozing from Zheng Zihuan’s body. The more and more intense smell of blood choked Lin Wenxi. In a panic, Lin Wenxi carried the blood on the ground in both hands and fed it to Zheng Zihuan. He thought that in this way, he could get the blood back to Zheng Zihuan’s body.

“Help, help...” Lin Wenxi cried loudly. Not knowing what he could do to help, he sat on the ground and kept sobbing.

“Wenxi... Don’t look at him...” Zhao Yuan held Lin Wenxi in his arms and said with a soft voice on and on, “Don’t look at him...”

When Zheng Kai stumbled down the stairs, the ambulance was here already.

The doctor pronounced Zheng Zihuan dead on the spot.

Everything came too suddenly that none of them was able to figure out what they should do next. Every one of them stayed still with a serious look. It seemed that time was frozen up. Only Lin Wenxi was still sobbing in a low voice.

Lin Wenxi thought to himself. “He must have made up his mind to kill himself that day, so he told me, a junior and also a chance acquaintance of him, everything happened in his life. Although Zheng Zihuan’s heart was filled with great pain at that time, he tried his best to remind me. What he said might not be that reasonable, but he was worried about me just like Zhao Yuan’s father who had already passed away.”

“More than 30 years transformed Zheng Zihuan from a teenager with black hair into an old man with white hair. What kind of friendship that he could never forget till death? What sort of steely determination made him kill himself after Zhao Mingjiang’s death? Was it because that the time he spent with Zhao Mingjiang was so good that he could not finish talking about it in one afternoon and that he could no longer stand living alone in this world?”

Zheng Kai held his father up and slowly walked to the funeral house.

Zheng Kai dressed Zheng Zihuan in his most decent suit, and the encoffiner made Zheng Zihuan look rather dignified, and even very handsome.

Zheng Kai thought that when his father was alive, he was not in the mood to dress himself up. It was evident that his father was a charm and elegant man. But because of Zhao Mingjiang, he could not sleep in the day and at night, and both his mind and strength were worn out. Finally, his father said goodbye to this world in such a tragic way.

And the body of Zhao Yuan’s father was still stored in the cold glass coffin because of an unexpected incident.

The wind slammed in from the window, and everyone’s head was blank.

“He was gay! He deserved it! Since he was gay, why would he marry my mother and make her suffer the whole time? Why did he choose to give birth to me?” Suddenly, Zheng Kai started to growl.

“Brother Kai...” Lin Wenxi whispered his name.

“Don’t call my name!” Zheng Kai glared at the dead body of his father with his fists clenching. Then, it seemed that the whole hall of the funeral house became a stretch of silent hills. Embracing each other, Shu Xiaoman and Gu Xi just couldn’t stop crying.

Until Guo Ciyun, Zheng Kai’s mother came, the few of them barely said a few words.

Gu Xi tried to make Zhao Mingjiang and Zheng Zihuan cremate together. Although Zhao Yuan felt reluctant to do so in his heart, he could not bear to turn down this suggestion. Zhao Yuan still remembered that Zheng Zihuan had been taking good care of his father for such a long time. It was not known how many sad adjectives were needed to describe Zheng Zihuan’s apologetic feeling before he jumped down. Zhao Yuan could not restore Zheng Zihuan’s mood at that time, and he remained silent for the moment.

“Who do you think you are that can decide my husband’s funeral arrangements?” On Guo Ciyun’s face, there was no sadness, but only endless anger. Pointing at Gu Xi’s nose, she reproached harshly to him. Lin Wenxi pulled Gu Xi into his arms in a hurry.

“It’s impossible! Before his death, he had always been fascinated by that man surnamed Zhao. I will not fulfill his wish, even if he is dead now!” Guo Ciyun roared hoarsely.

“Uncle Zheng, obviously he...” Gu Xi still couldn’t help but continue to say, and he burst into tears.

“I knew that Zhao Mingjiang would get your father killed sooner or later.” It seemed that Guo Ciyun was still so angry that she swore while pointing at the glass coffin over there.

“Mom, please give us some peace!” Zheng Kai seemed to have calmed down, and it was not known from his expression that whether he was sad or frustrated.

“I want to swear! He was Zihuan’s burden when he was alive. Your father rushed all over the place to help him and spent almost the entire fortune to support him. Now, he even took your father’s life away when he died. What kind of fatal relationship was this?” Guo Ciyun wept out mournfully. She could not hold the burden anymore and collapse backward.

In the end, they cremated the bodies of Zhao Mingjiang and Zheng Zihuan separately. Guo Ciyun did not allow anyone to approach Zheng Zihuan’s cinerary casket. Carrying the casket alone while cursing Zhao Mingjiang, she walked away slowly.

“I’m sorry,” Zheng Kai said to Zhao Yuan. His face was pale but looked extremely calm. However, Zhao Yuan could hear that Zheng Kai’s voice was slightly shaking.

Zhao Yuan smiled gently and clutched Zheng Kai’s shoulders. “Buddy, I’m sorry, too.”

Regardless of how Zheng Kai’s mother insulted Zhao Mingjiang, Zhao Yuan kept silent all the time. He remembered how humbly his father apologized to this woman. He also knew that if his father were still alive at this moment, he would never allow him to fight back against a woman who had lost her husband.

“She is very lonely, so was he.” Wrapping his arms, Gu Xi sobbed in the corner alone. Wang Xiang leaned against him, and it didn’t know what he was thinking about. Zheng Kai cast a strange look at Gu Xi. Suddenly, he smiled coldly and chased after his mother.