In the small living room, a young woman with disheveled hair, her face covered with tears, cried hoarsely in the direction of the bedroom.
Her fair face was filled with a deep helplessness.
There were broken pieces of glass everywhere on the ground.
"Who is calling me?"
Lying on the wooden bed in the bedroom was a man who smelled of alcohol and had a shaggy beard.
He opened his groggy eyes, only to feel that his mouth was dry and his throat seemed to be blocked by something. He suddenly sat up from the bed, and then his whole body seemed to be fished out of water, panting heavily.
At this moment, Zhao Shanhe felt that the bones all over his body were in pain as if they were falling apart, his scalp was numb, and his brain was as heavy as if it was filled with paste.
"This...is this?"
Looking at the dilapidated house in front of him, Zhao Shanhe rubbed his eyes vigorously, full of disbelief.
Why is it so familiar?
Isn't this the house in my hometown twenty years ago?
Am I not dreaming?
"Zhao Shanhe, do you really want to break up this family?"
At this moment, a young woman walked in and said sadly.
She was wearing a clean blue shirt, her fair face was covered with tear stains, and her delicate facial features looked so pitiful against the tear stains that I felt pity for her.
The woman has a tall and sexy figure, a natural sense of clothes, and short ear-length hair, just like Rosamund Kwan at her peak.
It's just that she was originally in her most glorious years, and the sun should be shining brightly, but now she was biting her lips tightly and looking at Zhao Shanhe with eyes full of disappointment and frustration.
"Qiu...Qiu Ya!"
After Zhao Shanhe saw clearly who the woman in front of him was, he shouted as if struck by lightning.
He never dreamed that he would see his deceased wife Li Qiuya again.
Zhao Shanhe, whose heart was surging, subconsciously wanted to grab the other person. Unexpectedly, his arm felt sore and fell down again, hitting a bowl next to the bed.
"Crack!"
The white porcelain bowl broke into pieces.
Each piece seems to reflect Li Qiuya's desperate expression.
She looked at the debris on the ground with dull eyes, and said with a forlorn expression: "Zhao Shanhe, you still want to hit me, right? Okay, I will stand in front of you, you hit me, you hit me hard, you hit me
I can die."
Zhao Shanhe looked at Li Qiuya blankly, his lips trembling.
"Qiu Ya, you are still alive!"
When Li Qiuya heard this, her body stiffened slightly, then turned around and walked out.
"Zhao Shanhe, you are looking forward to my death, right? If I die, no one will care about you, right? OK, since you want to be free so much, then just be free to the end!"
Zhao Shanhe watched helplessly as Li Qiuya rushed out of the room and disappeared from in front of him without looking back.
He wanted to chase after him, but found that his body was so sore that he couldn't move.
"Qiu Ya... don't go, don't go!"
Zhao Shanhe desperately called this name that haunted him.
Li Qiuya is Zhao Shanhe's wife and the only woman he has ever loved in his life.
When he was at his most impoverished, she did not leave him, but chose not to leave him.
For the sake of this family, Li Qiuya worked in the factory day and night in order to make money to supplement her family's income.
At that time, in order to make ends meet, she even sold blood secretly behind everyone's back. Every time she came back from selling blood, she would become seriously ill.
Even so, she never told anyone about her sorrow.
It's a pity that Zhao Shanhe doesn't know about his wife's efforts.
In the end, Li Qiuya fainted on the way home from selling blood. After being sent to the hospital for examination, it was discovered that she was seriously ill.
Because she had no money for medical treatment, she finally left this world full of despair and pain.
It was from the moment he buried Li Qiuya that Zhao Shanhe finally woke up and realized what he had lost.
After learning from the pain, he was finally able to calm down and work hard, make money steadily, and change his life step by step.
But what is lost has been lost, and there is no way to get it back.
Countless late nights, when Zhao Shanhe recalled Li Qiuya, his heart ached and he regretted what he had done.
Even if he became successful and famous later in his life, he never married again because his heart was already occupied by Li Qiuya and no one could break in.
"This must be a dream, right? I know that if Qiu Ya is alive, she will never forgive me. I am doing this for myself and I deserve it!"
A self-deprecating wry smile appeared on Zhao Shanhe's face, and he raised his hand and punched the head of the bed hard.
"Bah!"
The moment his right hand hit the head of the bed, a heartbreaking pain suddenly came. Zhao Shanhe's entire face began to deform in pain. He quickly took back his right hand and his eyes widened in disbelief.
"Isn't this a dream?"
"Could it be that all this is true?"
With an expression of disbelief, Zhao Shanhe slowly got off the bed.
He began to look around carefully.
In addition to tables, chairs and benches, there were only two black wooden boxes placed in the corners of the simple house. Zhao Shanhe clearly remembered that when he got married, his parents asked carpenter Zhao from the village to make them.
Apart from these, the whole house is empty.
There are several yellowed old newspapers taped to the wall.
Hanging next to the newspaper is a slightly yellowed calendar, and the dates on the calendar are particularly eye-catching.
June 24, 1990!
This year, 24-year-old Zhao Shanhe had just married Li Qiuya.
Two years later, Li Qiuya unfortunately passed away.
Counting the time, Li Qiuya was already preparing to sell blood. The thought of this made Zhao Shanhe feel extremely distressed.
He rubbed his face vigorously, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in the mirror, he secretly clenched his fists.
"Zhao Shanhe, you are such a bastard!"
"Qiu Ya, I don't want to divorce you, I still want this family, and I still want you to live!"
"Li Qiuya, I have recognized you for the rest of my life. You are my woman and will be mine forever! I will never let you suffer again or sell your blood. I want to grow old with you!"
"
Zhao Shanhe's eyes in the mirror were bloodshot, but his expression was extremely firm and persistent.
"Gululu!"
At this moment, Zhao Shanhe's stomach made an unsatisfactory sound.
He walked out of the room and wanted to find something to eat.
The small courtyard in front of me is also in dilapidated condition. The ground is paved with stones. There is a dirty tricycle in the corner. Directly in front is a small kitchen made of asbestos tiles. In the kitchen, apart from pots and pans, there are only two tiles.
cylinder.
One of them is still broken.
To describe a house with only four walls is not an exaggeration at all.
"Gululu!"
Zhao Shanhe's stomach was growling with hunger. He saw two cooked potatoes in a porcelain bowl on the kitchen chopping board. He picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth. After eating, he drank a large gourd of water.
My stomach feels better.
"Qiu Ya, don't worry, I won't let you sell blood again! I won't let anything happen to you! I want you to live the happiest life! I will make villains like Huang Hu completely disappear from your side!
"
With this thought in mind, Zhao Shanhe pushed open the courtyard door and walked onto the street. He looked around and was suddenly stunned.