Chapter 2 The rotation of the sun and the moon

Li Siyu frowned slightly, paused, and did not enter the room immediately.

She thought for a moment before tying the black donkey to the dying peach tree.

And she, holding the hem of her skirt in one hand, stepped up the steps with the other, followed the doors that were opened on the left and right, and walked into the room.

The moment he entered the room.

Li Siyu retreated subconsciously, raised her hands to cover her mouth and nose, and frowned.

Just now, she smelled a rancid, fermented smell, and there was also a strong smell of alcohol.

She took a few deep breaths outside the room, resisting the unpleasant smell, and stepped into the room.

There were no lights on in the room, and it was a bit too dark on a cloudy day.

Then there was a little light, and Li Siyu could clearly see the displays and layout in the room.

To say it's a display is putting it mildly.

She also finally found the source of the smell.

In the room, snack packages, chicken bones, melon seed skins, peanut shells, and wine bottles scattered on the ground can be seen everywhere...

Even some snack packages were covered with mold, and she even saw vigorously growing mushrooms in a box of instant noodles.

This is just the tip of the iceberg.

At a glance, the entire room could be described as a garbage dump, including two wine bottles inserted upside down in the flower pots of dead green plants in the room.

Those antique furniture were even covered up by garbage and then stained, making it impossible to see the original color.

This place... is completely different from the Zhang family in memory. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a two-level reversal.

In my memory, when Mr. Zhang was still alive, the peach trees in the courtyard were in full bloom, the fragrance of flowers overflowed, and the grass was trimmed and cleaned every day.

The room was spotless and kept clean at all times.

Everything is so organized, without any clutter.

But now...

Everything has changed, and it is so different from what I remembered.

Hu~ha~

The even sound of snoring disturbed her thoughts and brought her attention back to reality.

Following the sound, I saw a figure in the corner of the room, wrapped in a light quilt and sleeping on the floor.

Holding back the unpleasant smell, Li Siyu carefully lifted the hem of her skirt and stepped forward, always looking at the figure vigilantly.

When she came closer, through the gap between the thin and darkened quilt, she could see the relatively white and familiar face, her expression became more sad.

The man sleeping on the ground in front of her... was none other than her fiancé, Zhang Hao.

A silent sigh.

Looking at the bottle of liquor still held tightly in Zhang Hao's hand, he knew without thinking that he drank too much alone last night.

He took the quilt and lay on the ground and fell asleep.

She stood there, biting her lips and staring for a long time.

She did not choose to call Zhang Hao, but instead took a few steps back with her skirt in hand, until she retreated to a slightly empty place, temporarily away from the garbage dump-like living room.

Then, she rolled up the wide cuffs of the ancient Hanfu, frowned and looked at the hem of the skirt. After hesitating for a moment, she took out two thin ropes, lifted the hem of the skirt, revealing her white and flawless ankles, and tied the hem of the skirt with thin ropes. Restraint on the legs.

After doing all this, she breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the living room, which was like a garbage dump.

She crossed the threshold and walked into the living room. She had no scruples and quickly started to put away the garbage.

It can be seen that she is not being pretentious, nor is she sloppy, but is very skillful, as if she has done these things often, and she is familiar with it.

However, this scene is extremely incongruous.

Wearing a dark green Hanfu gown, her facial features are exquisite and three-dimensional. She looks like a graceful girl stepping out of an ink painting. However, she rolls up her sleeves, ties up her skirt, and cleans up the modern garbage quickly.

"Ahem..."

But at this moment, bursts of coughing came from Li Siyu's mouth.

She covered her mouth and nose with one hand, frowning, but there was no disgust in her eyes, just unbearable pain.

She wasn't coughing because she was dirty or feeling sick.

Growing up in a rural area, I was not a wealthy person. I suffered all kinds of hardships and suffered all kinds of sins. I accepted being dirty and tired from an early age.

It's just that her health has not been good since she was a child. Now she is choked by the pungent and unpleasant smell, and her coughing has not stopped, but has a tendency to be unstoppable. "Cough cough cough..."

"Cough cough cough cough..."

It was precisely because of these bursts of coughing.

It overshadowed the regular snoring and gradually stopped the snoring.

The slovenly figure, wrapped in a black quilt and sleeping on the ground, rubbed his painful head and sat up, staring blankly at the place in front of him that looked like a garbage dump, and... that one in the garbage dump. The beautiful figure bends over and coughs.

……

"Where am I...?" Zhang Hao rubbed his head and breathed in cold air.

I looked at the familiar scenes around me, as well as the living room that looked like a garbage dump, and the furniture that was covered in garbage and stained so that the original color could no longer be seen...

I... went home?

Shouldn't I...shouldn't I be in Yanhai City?

How could...how could I have gone home?

Also, why is my house full of garbage?

Obviously there has been no more garbage since Siyu came here...

Oh.

What qualifications does he have to mention Siyu?

Ever since he encountered some changes when he was working in the city, he happened to learn that his father had passed away, and he became negative. He went to the hospital for a checkup and the answer was severe depression. From then on, he dragged his exhausted body and mind. Returned to Zhaojiacun.

At that time, he returned home because of depression. He drank all day long and had nothing to do. He felt that his life was gray and colorless.

Only after drinking every day can he find his true self, his non-sick self. He can find some self-comfort in dream-like and illusory scenes, find the so-called value of life, and find the reason to live. Depression Only then can you get relief.

He was addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself, because once he woke up, the gap between dreams and reality was unacceptable to him.

In this case, Siyu appeared. Siyu helped him pay off his debts, cleaned his house, took care of his daily life, and was busy with household matters all day long, hoping that his depression would get better soon.

But what about him?

Still addicted to it, still tortured by the disease, still decadent, ignoring everything Siyu did, besides drinking...it seemed like he didn't do anything else all day long.

This kind of life lasted for five years... five years of hard life.

In five years, Li Siyu took care of his daily life while taking pictures of his daily life. Unexpectedly, he became popular on the Internet and became the number one ancient-style beauty on the Internet, earning millions every year.

But just as Li Siyu's career was on the rise, he finally got out of the trouble of depression with Li Siyu's company. He saw the light of life, the meaning of life, Siyu's contribution to the family, and Siyu's love for the family. He wanted to help her share Yu's efforts, bear it for this family, for her, and live for her.

The family...is broken up.

Ridiculous, right?

Ridiculous indeed.

In the past five years, Siyu has been busy and hard working all day long, plus shooting, editing, etc., and her already poor body can no longer support it.

Siyu fell ill and passed away not long after.

After Siyu's death, he was disheartened and disappointed with himself, and his depression relapsed.

After that, he donated all his money, left this small village that held memories of him and Siyu, and went to Yanhai City to make a living by working.

He was still drinking all day long, and for a time he couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams. One day after that, he drank too much again, lay on the street and fell asleep...

Looking back at this short life, it is really ironic.

But who actually sent me back?

Zhang Hao endured his headache and thought about everything that happened after falling asleep.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Cough cough cough cough..."

The sound of coughing came out and reached his ears more and more clearly.

Zhang Hao opened his eyes suddenly and wanted to stand up, but he couldn't find the strength.

This coughing sound... was all too familiar to him.

This is Siyu's voice...it's Siyu's voice!

He held on and stood up unsteadily, his eyes searching for that familiar figure in the garbage dump-like room.

The next second, the beautiful figure wearing dark green ancient Hanfu with rolled up cuffs and tied skirt came into his eyes.

Zhang Hao's pupils shrank sharply, tears were already secreting from his eyes, and the corners of his stubble-covered mouth couldn't stop turning up.

That's really... Siyu!

(End of chapter)