Chapter 2 Sun and Moon Rotation

Author: Qianli Jiayin

Chapter 2 Sun and Moon Rotation

Li Siyu frowned slightly, paused, and did not enter the room as soon as possible.

She thought for a moment before she tied the black donkey to the peach tree that was about to die.

And she, holding the hem of her skirt in one hand, stepped up the steps with the other, walked into the room along the door that was opened left and right.

Just the moment I entered the room.

Li Siyu subconsciously stepped back, raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose, and frowned.

Just now, she smelled a rotten, fermented smell, and a strong smell of wine.

After taking a few deep breaths outside the room, she endured the unpleasant smell, and stepped into the room.

The lights were not turned on in the room, and the cloudy day made the room a little too dark.

Then a little light came to a clear view of the display and layout in the room.

It sounds good to say it is an exhibition.

She finally found the source of the scent.

In the room, snack packaging, chicken bones, melon seed skin, peanut shells, and wine bottles scattered on the ground...

Even some snack packaging was covered with mold, and she saw the vigorously growing mushrooms in a box of instant noodles.

This is just the tip of the iceberg.

At first glance, it was not too much to say that the whole room was a garbage dump, including the dead green plant pots in the house, two wine bottles were inserted upside down.

Those ancient furniture is even more covered by garbage and dyed, and the original color cannot be seen.

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

In my memory, when Mr. Zhang was alive, the peach trees and peach blossoms in the yard were in full bloom, the fragrance of flowers was everywhere, and the grass was pruned and cleaned every day.

The room was spotless and kept clean at all times.

Everything is so well organized and does not show any mess.

But now...

All of this has changed, and it has become too different from memory.

Huh~ha~

Huh~ha~

The even snoring disturbed her thoughts and made her focus return to reality.

Following the sound, I saw a figure in the corner of the room, wrapped in a thin quilt, lying on the ground and sleeping.

Holding the unpleasant smell, Li Siyu carefully held the hem of her skirt, walked forward, and always looked at the figure vigilantly.

When she came close, through the thin and black quilt gap, her fair and familiar face, her expression and sad look became stronger.

The man who was sleeping on the ground in front of me... was not someone else, but her fiancé, Zhang Hao.

Sighed silently.

After looking at the bottle of white wine that Zhang Hao was still holding tightly, he knew without thinking that he had drunk too much on his own last night.

I took the quilt and fell asleep on the ground.

Standing there, she bit her lips tightly and stared for a long time.

Instead of calling Zhang Hao, she took the skirt and took a few steps back, retreating to a slightly empty place, temporarily away from the living room like a garbage dump.

Then, she rolled up the wide ancient style Hanfu cuffs, frowned and looked at the hem of the skirt. After hesitating for a while, she took out two thin ropes, held the hem of the skirt, revealing her flawless ankles, and tied the hem of the skirt to her legs with a thin rope.

After doing all this, she breathed a sigh of relief and turned her eyes to the living room that was like a garbage dump.

After crossing the threshold and entering the living room, she began to pack up the garbage without any scruples and move quickly.

It can be seen that she is not pretending or dragging on the verge of being too sluggish. Instead, she is very skilled, just like she often does these things, just doing it.

However, this scene is extremely inconsistent.

Wearing a dark green Hanfu long gown, her facial features are delicate and three-dimensional, just like a graceful girl walking out of an ink painting, but she rolled up her sleeves and tied her skirt, and quickly cleared up the modern garbage.

"cough……"

"Ahem..."

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

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

She didn't cough because she was dirty or felt nauseous.

Growing up in the countryside since I was a child, I did not have any kind of suffering, and suffered any kind of sin. I was dirty and tired, and I accepted it since I was a child.

But her health has not been very good since childhood. Now she is choking by this pungent and unpleasant smell, but the coughing sound is still unstoppable. Instead, it tends to be unable to stop.

"Ahem cough cough..."

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough..."

It is also because of these coughing sounds.

The uniform snoring sound gradually stopped the snoring sound.

The sloppy figure who was wrapped in a black quilt and lying on the ground sleeping, rubbed his head with unbearable pain and sat up, looking blankly at the place in front of him, which looked like a garbage dump, and... the beautiful figure who was bent and coughing in the garbage dump.

...

"Where am I...?" Zhang Hao rubbed his head and took a 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 and dyed by garbage, and could no longer see its original color...

I...return home?

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

How could it be...how could it be back home?

Also, why is my house full of garbage?

It is clear that since Siyu came, there has been no more garbage...

Oh.

What qualifications does he have for Tisyu?

Since he encountered some changes while working in the city, he happened to learn that his father had passed away and he became negative. The answer he got to the hospital for examination was severe depression. Since then, he has dragged his tired body and mind back to Zhaojia Village.

At that time, he returned home because of depression, drunk alcohol all day long and did nothing, and felt that his life was gray and colorless.

Only after drinking every day can he find his true self, his own self without illness. He can find some self-comfort in a dream-like and illusory scene, find the so-called value of life, and find the reason to live, and only then can he be relieved.

He was addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself, because once he woke up, the sense of gap between dreams and reality was something he could not accept.

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

But what about him?

I am still addicted to it, still tortured by the illness, still decadent, ignoring everything Siyu did, and drinking all day long... it seems that I have never done anything else.

This kind of life took five years...five years, living a difficult life.

In five years, Li Siyu took care of his daily life while filming his daily life. Unexpectedly, she became the number one ancient beauty on the Internet, earning millions of dollars a year.

But just as Li Siyu's career was rising, he finally got out of the trouble of depression with Li Siyu's company. He saw the light of life, the meaning of life, the efforts of Siyu, and the efforts of Siyu, he wanted to help her share the burden, take responsibility for this family, and live for her.

Home...is broken up.

Isn't it ridiculous?

It's really ridiculous.

After five years, Siyu has been busy and hard all day long, and with filming and editing, her already bad body can no longer support her.

Siyu fell ill and soon... she passed away.

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

Afterwards, he donated all his money, left the small village where he and Siyu remembered him and Siyu, and went to Yanhai City to make a living by working.

He still drunk all day long, and could not tell whether the reality or the dream. One day later, he drank too much again and fell asleep on the street...

Looking back on this short life is really ironic.

But who did you send me back?

Zhang Hao endured the headache and recalled everything after he fell asleep.

"Ahem cough cough..."

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough..."

The sound of coughing came out, and it became clearer into his ears.

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

This cough...he was so familiar with it.

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

He forced himself to stand up shakingly, looking for the familiar figure in this room that looked like a garbage dump.

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

Zhang Hao's pupils shrank sharply, tears were already shining from his eyes, and the corners of his mouth, covered in stubble, could not stop being raised.

That's really... Siyu!
Chapter completed!