Yang Sizhu felt like she was going crazy.
After Yi Xiaohui died, Yi Jiancong went crazy. He no longer went out to work and stayed at home every day with gloomy eyes.
Yang Sizhu had seen Yi Jiancong standing by the window with an expressionless face more than once.
Many times, Yang Sizhu felt that Yi Jiancong's gaze on her was like that of an evil ghost crawling out of the underworld, which was extremely creepy.
She didn't even dare to look at Yi Jiancong's crazy look.
That night, that night.
Yang Sizhu was awakened by the cold, and for some unknown reason, she pushed open the gap in Yi Xiaohui's bedroom door.
At first, she really just wanted to take a look.
There are three quilts on Yi Xiaohui's bed.
Yang Sizhu knew that Yi Xiaohui not only had three quilts, but also two mattress pads.
Yi Xiaohui is spoiled and complains that her quilt is not soft enough and not warm enough.
But she wanted to sleep with Yi Xiaohui, but Yi Xiaohui didn't want to.
Even when Yi Jiancong was hoping that Yang Rong would find him a job and was being most flattering, he just smiled apologetically at Yang Sizhu and did not treat his daughter unfairly.
Why.
She was so cold, freezing to death, why didn't Yi Xiaohui share her quilt with her?
Yang Sizhu stood in the shadows, a faint light flickering in her eyes.
Xiaohui asked for this.
Why not be kinder and treat her better.
Yang Sizhu walked over quietly and pushed open the window.
The window was opened and Yang Sizhu returned to the living room. The wind from outside blew in and it felt colder than before. Yang Sizhu wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, but she was very excited.
She hadn't slept for half the night and closed the window before dawn.
There was a rustling sound coming from the bed. Yang Sizhu was afraid of waking up Yi Xiaohui, so she didn't dare to stay in the bedroom any longer and hurried out.
She just wanted Xiaohui to feel the same cold as her.
Xiaohui couldn't make it, and this is what she deserved.
After Yi Xiaohui died, so many quilts became useless and were naturally divided up by Yang Rong's family.
Yang Sizhu was secretly delighted.
But Yi Jiancong went crazy.
Once, Yang Sizhu woke up in the middle of the night and saw Yi Jiancong sharpening a knife in the kitchen.
It was not a kitchen knife or a fruit knife. When Yi Xiaohui was sick, Yi Jiancong used the knife to exchange for contribution points.
What Yi Jiancong was grinding was a part disassembled from the cabinet. Holding it in his hand, it felt like a thin piece of steel.
Yang Sizhu was already feeling guilty, and she was even more frightened when she saw this scene.
"Dad, let's move to another place." She went to find Yang Rong.
Yang Rong glared at her: "Tell me, where are we going?"
Yang Sizhu wanted to say, go to Yu Xifeng, Yu Xifeng is your daughter, if she is not soft enough, just use force, why can't you beat her into submission.
Ever since she suspected that Yu Xifeng had had a precognitive dream like her, Yang Sizhu felt jealous.
She has always wanted to find an opportunity to find out more about Yu Xifeng.
Yang Silong is a coward. When you mention it to him, he shakes his head like a rattle.
Yang Rong did the same, allowing Yu Xifeng to step on him and live a good life without doing anything.
How can you be a father like this?
Yang Sizhu placed her hopes on her mother.
She stammered and told Xu Qingrou about her dream. Xu Qingrou asked her to describe in detail all the dreams she had ever had from beginning to end.
"You said it was snowing outside, and you, Longlong, and I were sharing a watermelon." Xu Qingrou said patiently, "The snow started at the end of February, so where would the watermelons come from at that time?"
Yang Sizhu was also stunned. Yes, where could the watermelons come from at that time?
Not only watermelons, but also fresh tangerines and bright red crisp peaches.
Yang Sizhu did not think about these details deeply until Xu Qingrou reminded her.
She tried hard to recall, and those things seemed to appear in her hands out of thin air.
The more Yang Sizhu thought about it, the more empty she felt.
"In your dream, are we also living in Yi Jiancong's house?" Xu Qingrou asked.
Yang Sizhu affirmed: "No, in the dream, we lived in Yu Xifeng's house and lived much better than now, but it seems that we moved away later and moved to a cement square. There are many people there and the smell is terrible."
"We are living well, why would we move out?" Xu Qingrou asked, not taking Yang Sizhu's ridiculous dream to heart.
That's ridiculous.
Yang Sizhu thought about it, but couldn't answer.
Dreams are not always clear, many times they are just a vague, hazy feeling.
Things that seemed normal to her in her dream seemed strange when she woke up.
Why did the peach appear in my hand out of nowhere?
Yang Sizhu was thinking about it, and when she looked up, she found Yi Jiancong looking at her.
Yang Sizhu shrank back.
She went into the bathroom, and when she came out, Yi Jiancong was sitting on the sofa. He turned his head and locked his eyes on her again.
Yang Sizhu is going crazy.
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Yu Xifeng spent three seconds considering what to wear to attend Zheng Weiyang's party.
Apart from the winter clothing and the gas and fire protection suit, the rest of her clothes were basically the same.
They are all simple styles.
Considering the suit Zheng Weiyang wore yesterday, Yu Xifeng picked out a white jacket with a slight pattern.
The banquet venue was not in the Zheng family’s residence. After all, everyone’s houses were quite cramped and there was no particularly large venue.
Zheng Weiyang borrowed several meeting rooms.
As soon as you walk in, there are a lot of food inside, including porridge made from white rice and pastries served in small plates. Every guest who enters the room will receive a stick of maltose.
Such a gathering was quite normal before the disaster, but it became rare after the disaster.
Many people gathered around the dining car, loudly praising Zheng Weiyang for his wealth and generosity.
Zheng Weiyang watched with a smile on his face. No matter whether the guests were well-off or embarrassed, he was always polite.
Yu Xifeng looked at the guests here carefully.
The guests invited by Zheng Weiyang looked much better than the survivors outside, both in complexion and in clothing.
Yu Xifeng mingled with the crowd, eating and drinking along with them.
You're here now.
"Look at them, they look just like pigs."
Yu Xifeng looked up and saw a pretty girl who was talking. She was wearing a warm yellow gauze skirt and was holding a man's hand with a reserved look.
This time we are acquaintances.
The man is Zheng Weiyang’s son, Zheng Chengfan.
There were a lot of people following behind them, surrounding this perfect couple like stars around the moon.
They burst into laughter.
Someone withdrew his hand in embarrassment.
Yu Xifeng ate the pastry without changing his expression and picked up a cup of milk tea.
It is mixed with low-quality powder and the taste is not very good.
Yu Xifeng took a sip and felt a little disgusted. The tea she made herself with tea and milk was much more fragrant than this.
But Yu Xifeng has no habit of wasting food.
Yu Xifeng looked too calm and composed. Although he was dressed in a humble way, he still attracted attention among the crowd of people who were either angry or embarrassed.
"That woman is pretty." Someone said behind Zheng Chengfan.
Zheng Chengfan stared at Yu Xifeng and his face suddenly turned stern.
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