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Early in the morning, Yang Qinghe dragged Wang Jianjun to Aunt Wang's house to work. Yu Songyu had not yet woken up; she had stayed up a bit late the night before, sorting through everything that had happened recently.
She was a very laid-back woman, lacking ambition. Her early wish was to live in a slow-paced, picturesque small town with the person she loved. She envisioned sipping tea, watching birds, raising dogs, and sharing life with someone special—she thought that would be enough to fulfill her life.
However, she never expected that her life would undergo such drastic changes in such a short time. Her previous wishes now seemed like extravagant dreams; the person she loved was gone, so how could they share a life together?
The good news was that she had gained the ability to traverse time and space. Living a carefree life was now within reach. Yet, Chen Lu's words often echoed in her mind like a thorn, piercing her heart. She couldn't shake the feeling that her father's death was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.
Since she had come to this era, staying at Aunt Wang's house wasn't a long-term solution. As the saying goes, "A golden nest or a silver nest is not as good as one's own small nest," and there was truth in that. Although Aunt Wang treated her well, Yu Songyu still felt a lack of belonging. Her past experiences constantly reminded her that she disliked feeling like a guest in someone else's home. Therefore, having her own place was very important to her.
In her dream, Yu Songyu was fighting against a zombie. She ran desperately but couldn't shake it off. Just when she felt cornered, a small square house appeared before her. She quickly dashed inside and locked the door, thinking she was safe. But unexpectedly, a little girl suddenly crawled out from under the table.
With an innocent look on her face, the girl kept calling out "Sister." However, in the next moment, her expression twisted into something grotesque; her skin began to rot away. Pieces of decaying flesh slid off her face until her eyeball fell out of its socket.
Ah!
With a sharp scream, Yu Songyu jolted upright, cold sweat covering her forehead. In the yard, Yang Qinghe and Wang Jianjun were chopping firewood when they heard Yu Songyu's cry. Thinking something dangerous had happened inside, they dropped their tools and rushed into the house.
"Yu Zhiqing! What happened? Are you okay?"
Yang Qinghe's voice was laced with worry and urgency as he gently knocked on the door, afraid that even a little more force might startle the person inside.
Yu Songyu quickly got up to open the door, feeling a bit awkward. "Brother! Wang Zhiqing! I'm fine, I just had a nightmare!"
Seeing the sweat on the young girl's forehead, Yang Qinghe furrowed his brows. What kind of dream could frighten her so much?
"Brother?"
Wang Jianjun was quick to catch on, his confusion evident on his face. When did the captain become her brother? Had they sworn brotherhood?
"When did you two become siblings?"
Wang Jianjun asked, puzzled, while Yang Qinghe shot him a dark look.
"Jian Jun, are you here to help Aunt Wang with some work?"
Yu Songyu smiled brightly, which eased the awkwardness in the air.
Wang Jianjun had been mumbling to himself in his mind, but as soon as he looked up and met Yu Songyu's radiant smile, he felt his heart melt. The last time Yu Zhiqing went to the Youth Commune, she had bundled up too tightly for him to see her properly.
Now that he took a closer look, she was truly stunning—bright and lovely, with a lazy charm that made him feel as if he were falling in love.
Yang Qinghe noticed Wang Jianjun's lovesick expression and couldn't help but kick him lightly.
"Xiao Yu is up! Let's eat!"
Aunt Wang smiled at the group of young people; she had never seen such liveliness before.
"No need, we’ll go back to eat!"
Yang Qinghe quickly declined as he checked the time—it was indeed time for lunch. In this era, everyone received their rations in limited quantities, and it was generally frowned upon to impose on others for meals.
Especially Aunt Wang; everyone knew what her family’s situation was like. Even though he had helped her out quite a bit in the past, it still felt inappropriate to mooch off her food.
"This child has been busy all morning; why is she still being polite with Aunt Wang? If I say we're eating here, then we're eating here!"
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