Chapter 63 From now on, I'll call you Ye Ming

  PS: There will be an update at dawn, and three chapters tomorrow. The adjustment that was supposed to be at noon has been moved to 6:38 in the morning.

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  After an unknown period of time, Ye Ming raised his head and gazed at the two tombstones. He suddenly straightened up and then, one after another, knocked his forehead against the two tombstones in front of him.

  "Dad, Mom, I'm back..."

  Ye Ming gazed at the tombstone, as if he saw those two somewhat aged faces, and suddenly his heart felt like it was being pierced by thousands of needles, a severe pain that seemed to want to tear Ye Ming apart.

  "I've returned to ten years ago, but I couldn't return to twenty years ago..." Two streams of tears fell from Ye Ming's face, "Otherwise, you all wouldn't have had to die."

  Gently pulling out some wild grass from the side, Ye Ming lit it with a lighter and placed it in front of two tombstones, muttering: "Is it cold there? My son is sending you some warmth, if you need money, have me deliver it in my dreams..."

  Inside the grand cemetery, there were some frail figures kneeling on the ground, as if they never wanted to leave.

  The world is ultimately divided into two parts. After the withered grass had burned out, Ye Ming took a deep breath, stood up, and a hint of ferocity flashed in the depths of his eyes.

  "You... will not die in vain!"

  The sound of clanging metal, mixed with the rustling of autumn wind, echoes through this cemetery.

  Ye Ming turned around and left, driving to the Qingjing City Cemetery management area. Immediately, someone came forward to greet him. Ye Ming didn't say much, directly saying: "I want the best two locations in Emperor Cloud Cemetery."

  The receptionist was slightly stunned, Emperor Yunling Garden is the best of the three major gardens in Qingjing City, where even the most ordinary grave site costs over 100,000 yuan, and the best grave site costs at least over 500,000 yuan. Those who buy such a grave are usually extremely superstitious wealthy businessmen.

  However, the receptionist was also quite experienced and immediately reacted, saying to Ye Ming: "Sir, this is the tomb distribution map of Emperor Cloud Cemetery. You can take a look. We have had geomancy masters look at it before..."

  "Never mind, I don't need to know about Feng Shui. I just want the two best plots in Emperor Cloud Cemetery right now." Ye Ming waved his hand to interrupt.

  "Alright, sir, just a moment, I'll handle the formalities." The receptionist's face lit up with joy, they recommended a plot of land for sale, all with commissions.

  After a while, the receptionist said: "Sir, would you mind showing us the household registration certificate of the person to be relocated? We will handle the relevant procedures."

  "Can't we do it without a household registration certificate?" Ye Ming furrowed his brow.

  Although his parents' household registration certificate was still there, Ye Ming did not bring it with him.

  The receptionist hesitated for a moment, and then said: "It's not that it can't be done, but it's a bit of trouble. You need to tell me the name of the person who moved the grave, as well as your own life. In addition, you need to pay an additional 5,000 yuan in handling fees."

  "The people who moved the tomb are Cai Shuanghua and Cheng Shenhai, they are my parents. I am Ye Ming." Ye Ming said directly, as long as it can be done, money is not a problem.

  The receptionist was taken aback, and Ye Ming knew what he was thinking, so he explained: "They are my foster parents."

  "Got it." The receptionist nodded.

  Ye Ming took a deep breath, and involuntarily, scenes that had been hidden very deeply in his mind began to emerge...

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  On the twenty-ninth of the twelfth lunar month, nearing Chinese New Year, a thick layer of snow covered the sky and earth. The icy wind was biting and piercing as it howled. Countless people coming and going were all wrapped in thick layers of clothing.

  Next to a dilapidated old building, in a pile of garbage, a young boy with a pale face and completely chapped lips was squatting, his small hands, which were deep purple from the cold, pushed aside a layer of white snow. Underneath the snow, he pulled out a bag of expired bread, opened it, and chewed on the hard contents.

  He had a lot of clothes on his body, but they were all tattered and worn out, unable to withstand the invasion of the cold wind. On his feet, he wore a pair of old shoes that didn't fit his soles at all. The shoes had several holes in them, revealing the swollen toes inside due to the cold.

  The boy was eating bread, not very old, but in his eyes, there was an unexpected sense of vicissitude. His eyes were red-rimmed, his shoulders slightly trembling, and he was sobbing quietly, trying hard not to cry out loud.

  A piece of bread was swallowed quickly, and while still feeling a bit hungry, his abdomen suddenly transmitted a severe cramp-like pain.

  This isn't the first or second time this has happened, he knew that the reason for his stomachache was this expired bread.

  Suddenly, the boy stood up, looked up at the sky and shouted in a childish voice: "If you don't want me, why did you give birth to me?! Why?!

  "Bullshit heaven, bullshit relationships, bullshit! All are bullshit!!!"

  Some passersby who passed by looked at him with a strange look, as if looking at a madman, which made him feel like being abandoned by the world.

  I'm not crazy, why should I bear this kind of gaze? Why?!

  I am also human, why did I not have parents since childhood, why can't I go to school, why can't I eat McDonald's?

  Thinking in his heart, the boy gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his abdomen, running desperately between the icy sky and snowy ground.

  The pain grew more and more intense, causing his small body to hunch over as he ran, but he still didn't stop, preferring to suffocate like this...

  Suddenly, the boy's foot slipped, and his thin body fell heavily onto the middle of the road with a loud thud.

  His eyes slowly closed, his consciousness gradually blurred, and finally fell into a piece of darkness.

  "Am I going to die?" The boy thought sorrowfully in his heart.

  ……

  With great effort, the boy opened his eyes and looked around. He was surrounded by a soft bed, warm blankets, and a plush pillow. As he breathed in, he could smell a very pleasant fragrance.

  The boy looked around, was he dreaming? It seemed that only in dreams could there be such a warm place.

  It was a dark night, and the sound of firecrackers came from outside the window. The man's face turned pale and he shrank his neck, because in the past, a group of children had used firecrackers to injure him together.

  Just then, a plainly dressed woman of about forty years old opened the door and walked in.

  Seeing that the boy was awake, the woman's face lit up with joy and she hurried to his side, smiling warmly: "Yunwen, you're awake?"

  Upon hearing the woman's words, the boy's originally bewildered face suddenly turned cold. He slowly stretched out his hand and yanked down a black cord hanging from his neck.

  Because the cord was too tight, a deep red mark appeared on the boy's neck, but he seemed to feel nothing. He picked up the black cord with his right hand and opened a silver-white pendant on it, inside which was a piece of excellent silk fabric.

  On the silk fabric, there were only three words - Ye Yunwen.

  The woman saw the boy's face suddenly turn cold and was startled in her heart, hastily asking: "Yunwen, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

  The boy looked at the woman, suddenly knelt on the bed and knocked three loud heads, then tore the silk with the words "Ye Yunwen" into powder and threw it into a trash can on one side.

  "From now on, I'm no longer Ye Yunwen, I am... Ye Ming!"

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