However, because she was worried that Jiang's mother would worry about her condition and run to her room to see her in the middle of the night, Song Shuyao didn't dare to stay in the space for too long. She didn't take a bath, but just took a shower. Afterwards, she lay down on the small bed to sleep. Compared to other families' sisters sleeping together, it was really good for her to have such a private room in this era. Song Shuyao persuaded herself in her heart not to be picky.
Perhaps because she slept too much during the day, Song Shuyao was not sleepy at night. She tossed and turned in bed, but she didn't dare to continue to tossing and turning for a while because a strange sound suddenly came from the other room, like the uncontrollable joy. Song Shuyao, who had a predecessor, was stunned for a while before she reacted. While complaining about the poor sound insulation of this room in her heart, she also thought that her elder brother and sister-in-law were really busy giving birth to their little nephew.
As soon as this strange thought flashed through her mind, Song Shuyao realized that the remaining consciousness of the original owner was affecting her thinking. Song Shuyao didn't care about this, because if she really planned to live a good life in the 1960s, she would have to fully integrate into it. Otherwise, she would suffer if she was too incompatible with this era. Song Shuyao didn't want to cause trouble for herself, and the best way was to live like a person from the 1960s.
Thinking of this, Song Shuyao strangely couldn't muster any energy. It felt like she knew what to do to be good for herself but was too lazy to act. In fact, this state lasted for a long time. Song Shuyao discovered it early but refused to investigate it. She knew that the reason she got after investigating it would tear apart her superficial calmness, and she was unwilling to bow to him.
But now it was meaningless to delve into it. When it came to cruelty, she still lost to him. He simply cut off all contact and finally teased her with the suicide note. In his heart, how heartless was she to remain indifferent after reading the suicide note?
For a moment she felt hatred in her heart, but it quickly dissipated. If she wanted to move on, she had to learn to forget.
Song Shuyao closed her eyes and decided to consolidate the original owner's memory and stop thinking about useless things. It was impossible anyway.
Far away in Nanxi Village, a tall and strong man had already got off the train with his luggage in hand. He had a stern face and gave off an aura of "keep away from strangers". No one wanted to go up and cause trouble when they saw his military uniform.
Liang Li, no, maybe he should be called Hao Yuanchao now. He went to the town hospital according to the route he remembered. First, he had to go and see if the newly born twins were still in the hospital and how their physical condition was. Then he had to go back to deal with the funeral of his eldest brother and sister-in-law, and then there was the issue of the placement of the four children.
As for his fiancée far away in North City? Liang Li had no intention of accepting even this for the original owner. He had only ever loved one person in his life, and no matter what century, era, or identity, he would never betray her.
However, Liang Li looked up at the dark sky. It looked like it was going to rain again. She was easily upset on rainy days. If she received his will at this time...
Suddenly, he felt a little regretful. No matter how heartless and ruthless a woman appeared on the surface, she was actually as fragile as a cat. He really shouldn't have bothered her one last time...
However, Liang Li sighed secretly. He still wanted to give her everything that belonged to him, except the life he had dedicated to the country.
Next life, if there is a next life.
Liang Li withdrew his gaze and his face became serious and meticulous again.
I'll cancel the engagement when I get back!
003
The spacious room held a large bed. On the left wall was a built-in wardrobe, where clothes were hung in various categories, and next to the wardrobe was a full-length mirror. On the other side stood a dressing table, also with built-in cabinets, housing various cosmetics and skincare products. The bathroom was on the opposite wall from the wardrobe, further away from the bed. The room was otherwise devoid of unnecessary decorations, a minimalist design. Pulling aside the curtains revealed a row of floor-to-ceiling windows. The glass was one-way, allowing for clear views from inside, but obscure views from outside, effectively protecting privacy.
Song Shuyao knew the layout of this room very clearly, because she was the one who chose and decorated it. There was a time when the man's things were mixed in here, but since they broke up, all the items that did not belong to her were cleared out, and the entire bedroom was filled with only her things.
This is her villa bedroom, which has two floors. The decoration style is a blend of Chinese and Western styles. The most notable feature is probably the lush vegetation on the outside and the minimalist decoration of the rooms inside. There is a large open kitchen on the first floor. The living room is connected to the kitchen. One wall is also a floor-to-ceiling glass window, which faces the swimming pool. Outside the swimming pool are tall trees, which block the view from outside.
The second floor was her private territory, rarely bringing anyone up. Each room was decorated differently: a study, a darkroom for developing photos, a studio, etc. The villa also had a small wine cellar, which contained some of her own wine collection, as well as wines she had bought while traveling or had been given as gifts, both expensive and cheap.
There is a garden in the backyard of the villa with a grape rack. After she had wandered enough and was ready to settle down, an area here was cleared to grow some seasonal vegetables. There were only a few varieties, and it was also a place to kill time.
At this moment, Song Shuyao was standing in the bedroom of the villa, feeling a little dazed. Was she back?
Song Shuyao stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass window. She suddenly pulled open the curtains with force. At that moment, sunlight shone in, and tiny dust particles flew in the light. The familiar green trees were still in sight, but she could not see further. The land of the villa that did not belong to her was covered with white mist, as if separating it into two worlds.
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