C9 A Strange Relic

Yang Fann walked on the street and kept thinking about what had happened at Diya's house today. He felt frustrated. He kept kicking the stones on the side of the road and kept walking forward.

"Lil 'Fan! Lil' Fan!"

At this time, Uncle Wang ran over from the opposite side, panting. His face was full of panic.

"Uncle Wang, what's wrong with you? Why are you in such a hurry?" Yang Fann looked at Uncle Wang, who was breathing heavily, in surprise.

"No... it's not good. Your father... Your dad is going to die soon!" Uncle Wang swallowed his saliva and gasped for breath.

"What? " Yang Fann felt like he had been struck in the head, and he felt dizzy. He grabbed Uncle Wang's shoulder and asked again, "Uncle Wang, you... What did you just say? My father... What happened to him? "

" Aiya, I said your dad is going to die soon. Quickly go home and take a look! " Looking at Yang Fann's lifeless face, Uncle Wang anxiously said.

"Impossible, impossible. My dad was still fine when he came out today. It's impossible..." Yang Fann murmured, then he ran towards his home like a madman.

Yang Fann ran home and pushed open the door of his house. A large group of people gathered in front of his father's bed and were talking at the same time. They were all Yang Fann's neighbors.

Yang Fann pushed open the crowd and came to his father's bed. At this time, his father had woken up. He was lying on the bed, panting heavily with his eyes wide open. He let out a "hehe" sound from his throat. "When he saw Yang Fann, his father, who was originally lying on the bed, suddenly left the bed. As if he was going to sit up, his eyes shifted to Yang Fann.

"Dad, dad, what's wrong with you?" Yang Fann grabbed his father's hand. His heart was filled with panic, and his voice was trembling.

His father was still gasping for air. He was holding his hand with all his might. His eyes were staring at ___ as if he had something to say.

"Dad, don't scare me. Say something!"

However, his father was still holding his hand tightly, unable to say anything. Just as Yang Fann was lost in his thoughts, his father suddenly stopped." "His hand suddenly tightened, and his muddy eyes suddenly became clear. His eyes were filled with an indescribable expression, as if he was deeply sorry for Yang Fann. Two lines of tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes, and his lifted body fell back onto the bed.

Yang Fann felt his father's hand gradually loosen. At that moment, he did not dare to think about anything. He just called out softly, "Father?"

"Dad! Dad!!" Yang Fann kept pushing his father's body, but there was no reaction at all.

"Lil Fan, your father has gone. My condolences!" The neighbors sighed and comforted Yang Fann.

"It won't happen, it won't happen. My dad won't die, he won't die!" Yang Fann ignored the comforting words of the neighbors and continued to shake his father's body.

He did not believe that his father, who had always accompanied him, would die just like that, even though his father was a madman. However, it had been father and son who had been relying on each other for more than ten years. If his father had not fed him bit by bit, he would not have died. He would have been frozen to death or starved to death long ago.

The only family in the world had left just like that. Yang Fann couldn't accept it for a moment. Was he really going to be alone in the future?

He remembered that when he was young, his father was almost beaten to death in order to make him eat steamed buns. He clearly remembered that his father was standing in front of him, covered in wounds, with a dirty steamed bun in his hand. He was so touched when he looked at him with a silly smile. He also clearly remembered how his father risked his life to protect him when he was beaten up. His mind was filled with his father's shadow.

His father had already passed away for seven days. Yang Fann stood in front of the old house where he and his father had lived for twelve years. He couldn't describe the feeling in his heart. He looked at the earrings that his father had placed on his palm before he died. He was at a loss. He didn't know why his father had such an earring and why he had to give it to him.

After his father died, Yang Fann cremated the corpse. He placed the ashes in a small wooden box and carried it with him. He hoped that he could always be with his father.

"Dad, we have to leave now. From today onwards, we will be heading to Preston. I hope that your soul in heaven can protect Fan'er." Yang Fann gently stroked his father's urn and said.

After his father's death, there was nothing left for Yang Fann to miss in Beth Town. After making arrangements for his father's funeral, he had the idea of going to Preston.

After bidding farewell to the old house, Yang Fann stepped onto the road to Preston. Standing outside the town, he couldn't help but look back at Beth Town, which had lived for twelve years. At this time, Beth Town looked very peaceful under the sunset.

Yang Fann let out a long sigh of relief, turned around and disappeared into the afterglow of the setting sun.