Chapter 62

"Ah—!"

A sudden scream from the inner room jolted Chen Lao Da, who had just fallen asleep, back to consciousness, along with his wife. ＋◆

Although both were now awake, they both thought they had just had a nightmare, and the scream had come from their dreams.

In fact, because it was so dark in the room, they didn't know that the other was already awake.

Just as the two were about to close their eyes and try to fall back asleep, another series of bone-chilling screams came from Chen Cong's room in the inner room:

"Xiao Li, how are you alive again? My mom lied to me, she told me you were dead, but you're actually still alive!"

"Hey, why aren't you talking? If you don't speak, I'll hit you. Don't think my dad will protect you, so I won't dare to hit you, you little slut..."

Chen Cong's voice was very loud, or rather, he always spoke this way. No matter where he was or how many people were in front of him, he would always shout at the top of his lungs.

So even though Chen Lao Da and his wife were sleeping in the outer room, they could still hear him very clearly.

It was their son's voice.

But the question was, who was their son talking to in the middle of the night?

"What's wrong with our son? Is he talking in his sleep?"

Chen Lao Da's wife whispered to him, then instinctively got up from bed:

"I'll go check. This child can't even let us have a moment's peace."

Although Chen Cong was half-witted and could even hit and scold his mother when he got a sudden fit of foolishness, Chen Lao Da's wife didn't hate him at all. Because no matter how foolish and undisciplined Chen Cong was, he was still her son, the flesh and blood she had carried for ten months.

Moreover, Chen Cong was very pitiful, as he didn't want to be like this, didn't want to be mocked, or be treated as a fool. But... he had no power to change his fate, which had been determined at birth.

So even if the whole world hated him and abandoned him, she would never leave. She would always stand in front of him, like a big tree, shielding him from the wind and rain until... the day she was unwilling to leave.

Seeing his wife's sudden intention to go, Chen Lao Da quickly reached out to stop her, pulling her to sit beside him and reminded her:

"It doesn't sound right."

Hearing Chen Lao Da's warning, his wife hesitated for a moment, then held her breath and listened again.

At this moment, another series of dialogues came from the inner room.

"Why are you so wet? Get down, it's too cold..."

"How did you get so strong? You actually dared to choke my neck..."

"Ah..."

Chen Lao Da and his wife became increasingly uneasy, as Chen Cong's voice grew fainter, and they could faintly hear the sound of intense struggling.

"What are you still standing there for? Something seems to be wrong with our son!"

Chen Lao Da's wife suddenly realized this, then pushed the still unmoving Chen Lao Da hard and quickly ran to the inner room where Chen Cong was.

Chen Lao Da, after a few seconds of hesitation, hurriedly picked up the flashlight by his pillow and followed.

When they and his wife ran to the inner room where Chen Cong was, Chen Cong was staring blankly at the ceiling with wide eyes.

"What happened just now? I heard you shouting. Did someone come in?"

Chen Lao Da first shone the flashlight around the room, and after confirming that there was no suspicious person, he directed the light at Chen Cong, who was lying on the bed in a daze.

At this moment, Chen Cong looked very strange, or rather, eerie. His body was covered in water, his hair, face, and clothes... it looked as if he had just come back from the rain, soaking the entire bed.

"Why are you so wet, son? Did you have a nightmare?"

Chen Lao Da's wife pulled Chen Cong into her arms, gently stroking his back and comforting him:

"Don't be afraid, son. Don't be afraid. Mom is here."

"What's the big deal about having a nightmare!"

Chen Lao Da felt as if he had been fooled by Chen Cong again. In fact, this wasn't the first time. Chen Cong had previously pretended to be troubled and noisy because he couldn't sleep.

Perhaps still feeling unsatisfied, Chen Lao Da added:

"Answer me, why are you so wet? Did you go out in the rain again? No wonder they call you a fool...!"

"Enough!" Before Chen Lao Da could finish, his wife interrupted him sharply:

"Can't you see that your son is scared? And you're still scolding him!"

"Look at his foolish state, making the whole room wet. How is he supposed to sleep now!"

Chen Lao Da became angrier the more he spoke, truly not knowing what he had done in his past life to have such a fool for a son.

"Stay here with him. I think he's doing this on purpose."

Chen Lao Da then decided to go back to sleep, not wanting to deal with the fool anymore. But just as he turned to leave, he heard Chen Cong suddenly shout:

"You're all lying to me!"

This sudden shout made Chen Lao Da's heart skip a beat. He walked over and slapped Chen Cong hard:

"Are you trying to scare me to death? I, Chen Lao Da, have had a glorious life, but how did I end up with a fool like you!"

As he spoke, Chen Lao Da was about to hit Chen Cong again, but his wife stopped him and started crying:

"Can't you stop hitting the child! Is it his fault that his mind isn't sharp? Does he have a choice? He may be a fool, but he's still your child!"

His wife's words left Chen Lao Da speechless. He admitted that he was far from as great as his wife and that he indeed hated Chen Cong. He felt that Chen Cong was a stain on his life and the only thing the villagers could mock him about.

"You're all lying to me... lying to me..."

Chen Cong kept crying and shouting.

"How are we lying to you? What are you talking about?"

Chen Lao Da asked, suppressing his anger.

"Xiao Li isn't dead. She just came to me, and she was all wet..."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Chen Lao Da interrupted Chen Cong sharply. After all, Xiao Li had just died, and her body was still in the courtyard. Discussing such matters in the middle of the night was truly unsettling.

"Son, Xiao Li is gone. We're not lying to you."

"Lying! Xiao Li isn't dead. She just choked my neck, and she looked so terrifying, her eyes were blood red! She said I should wait, that I will die a terrible death, and that all of you will die a terrible death..."

"Still talking nonsense!"

Chen Lao Da's heart grew more and more uneasy as he listened. He pointed at Chen Cong and shouted at his wife:

"Did you hear that? What is he saying! I really... sigh!"

"She's not dead! She's not dead! She's not dead...!!!"

Chen Cong's emotions became increasingly uncontrollable, and his shouts grew louder.

"Go back to sleep." Chen Lao Da's wife sighed and sent him back. Chen Lao Da knew that staying there wouldn't help and would only make him angrier, so after a few words to his wife, he returned to the outer room.

Back in the outer room, sitting on the bed, Chen Lao Da's mind was still restless, filled with Chen Cong's mad shouts.

"Sigh!"

After sitting on the bed for a while, Chen Lao Da found that his mind was still not at ease. He sighed helplessly, put on a piece of clothing, and left the room with the flashlight, heading to the courtyard outside.

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