The vicious female supporting role is ruthless and arrogant

He Yi found that he had let the cat out of the bag. He had forgotten that Zuo Zixuan was already dead in this space.

"I didn't say Xuanxuan, did you hear it wrong?

Okay, you and the old man should stop getting angry, and that will help you live longer."

After saying that, he turned around and went upstairs to his room.

Mother He looked at He Yi's back as he went upstairs with a puzzled look on her face, and said to Father He who sneaked in and stood beside her:

"Old man, do you feel that there is something wrong with this rebellious son?"

"Be more confident and remove the word 'seem'. This guy is really not right today."

"What's wrong?"

"Do you feel that this guy is a bit cynical like he was 20 or 30 years ago?"

"Don't say it, it really looks like...

He just mentioned Xuanxuan for some unknown reason.

This is the first time I heard him mention Xuanxuan in the past twenty years.

Could it be that he suddenly felt guilty and had a guilty conscience? "

"Tsk, old woman, you really think too much.

If he really had a conscience, he would not have joined forces with Luo Huiru to kill the Zuo family.

Okay, forget about him. Let’s go out for a walk.”

He Yi pushed open the door and saw that the furnishings in the room were still the same as they were decades ago.

The old furniture has not been replaced.

Although the furniture in the house is a bit old-fashioned, it is all made of mahogany.

Mother He was reluctant to replace it, so apart from some new electrical appliances, basically nothing else in the house was moved.

Even the wooden floor is well preserved.

He reached out and touched every old object in the house, tears welling up in his eyes.

This is the wedding room of himself and Zuo Zixuan. In this space, this body has never lived here with Zuo Zixuan for a single day.

But since Zuo Zixuan came to the He family, she had been living in this room until her death.

After Luo Huiru got married, He's mother didn't allow him to live in Zuo Zixuan's room, so she cleaned up He Fan's room for him and Luo Huiru to use as their wedding room.

He opened the closet, and it was empty.

After Zuo Zixuan died, He's mother burned all the new and old clothes she bought for her, leaving nothing behind.

Including the books she liked to read and some of her favorite gadgets, all were burned.

He looked up at where the dressing table was.

In the 20th century, after taking a bath, Zuo Zixuan liked to sit here to comb her hair and stare at the mirror in a daze.

He sat down in front of the dressing table and opened the drawer, revealing a beautiful long-handled wooden comb.

He remembered that this wooden comb was Zuo Zixuan's dowry and she used it every day in the 20th century.

I never expected that this wooden comb was dropped when things were burned.

He picked up the wooden comb and put it to his nose and sniffed it.

It's so old that you can't smell anything except the fragrance of wood.

"He Yi, this damned man, actually left all his property to Luo Huiru alone in the original drama. He really deserves to die.

I will divorce this heartless and heartless man when he wakes up."

He Yi suddenly raised his head and looked at the mirror with a look of shock.

He saw Zuo Zixuan sitting in front of the mirror, combing her hair and cursing herself.

"Xuanxuan, Xuanxuan...

daughter in law……"

He stood up excitedly and slapped the mirror.

Zuo Zixuan in the mirror stopped combing her hair and looked around.

"Hiss... I seemed to hear that scumbag He Yi calling me just now. Could it be that I hate him so much that I am hallucinating?"

He shrugged and continued to comb his hair sideways.

"Wife, wife...

Look at me, I am here, I am in front of you..."

He Yi leaned against the mirror and shouted anxiously.

In the mirror, Zuo Zixuan stopped combing her hair again and listened with her ears perked up.

"Huh? What's going on? I honestly heard He Yi calling me. Is it true that I am hallucinating?"

She shook her head, thought about it and pursed her lips.

"Could this damned man have gone to his old lover Luo Huiru and been intimate with her?

I told you that you shouldn't be soft-hearted and should be decisive and divorce him.

I don’t want a dirty man who has touched other women.”

She paused, as if she had thought of something, and continued:

“Why don’t we get a divorce now while he’s unconscious?

Once the marriage is divorced, won't I be able to fly freely in the sky and fish in the sea?"

When He Yi heard his words, he felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. He leaned against the mirror and shouted madly:

"Xuanxuan, no, don't divorce...

I didn't touch Luo Huiru and didn't do anything to let you down.

I am clean...

Wife, wife, please don’t go, don’t go…”

Zuo Zixuan in the mirror had put down the comb and left the dressing table. The mirror had restored herself and the appearance of the room.

He Yi sat down on the stool, tears welling up in his eyes.

If I really can't go back, I won't live a life worse than death in a world without Zuo Zixuan.

He put the comb into the inner pocket of his suit, stood up and left the room.

Bay Villa.

There was no light on in the living room. He Yi sat on the sofa with a wooden comb in his hand, staring at the inky black sea outside in a daze.

"Are you waiting for me?"

"Yes, I'm waiting for you."

"Wait for me to take you on your way?"

"No, wait till you come over and sit down so we can talk."

"Heh, a life for a life, I'm not interested in negotiating any terms with you.

Don't even think about negotiating a price with me.

My Fuji family has businesses all over the world, and the last thing we lack is money."

Teng Haihe was sitting in a chair at the bar in the living room, spinning around with a dagger in his hand.

"Your brother Teng Haichuan is not dead and will not die..." He Yi said calmly.

Teng Haihe jumped off the swivel chair excitedly, pointed a dagger at He Yi, and roared:

“You are talking nonsense…

I have investigated and my brother died at the hands of your gun.

Because you killed him, you got promoted."

He Yi sighed.

"Teng Haihe, since you know that this body is already dead, and I floated here from another dimension, what does what this body has done have to do with me?"

"Heh, even if you floated here from another dimension, you would kill my brother before or after, so why would I keep you?"

Teng Haihe played with the dagger in his hand and said with a cynical look.

"When I say your brother is not dead, I'm not referring to your brother in this dimension, but Teng Haichuan from the 20s, and your grandmother Qin Qiu."

"what?"

“You heard it right, they didn’t die in my space.

Although I don’t know what happened to Teng Haichuan in this dimension that made him hate China so much and start a war against China at the age of twelve.

But in my space, he and Qin Qiu are both living well in my home."

"Impossible, you are lying...

Even in other dimensions, history will not be tampered with, and exactly the same things will happen in every dimension."

Teng Haihe yelled hysterically.

"What if there are exceptions?"

"What exception?"

"Just like me now, a person who was supposed to die and disappear, but was brought back to life by a soul from another dimension."

Fujihahe asked in shock: "Who?"

"My wife, Zuo Zixuan..."

Half an hour later, Teng Haihe sat on the single sofa next to He Yi, crying with tears and snot.

During those turbulent years, his parents, grandmother and brother were separated, and he accidentally joined a group of smugglers and escaped to the beautiful country with a narrow escape.

After the country opened, my family took great pains to find a way to return home to visit my grandmother and brother.

They searched everywhere they could, but couldn't find anyone.

My parents speculated that they could not survive those turbulent years and died.

After all, my brother was still an infant at that time, and my grandmother was an old lady with no ability to survive.

It was normal to not be able to hold on in that era.

Two years ago, the village called and said that their tomb had collapsed.

My parents took me back to my hometown to build the ancestral tomb, and they also wanted to build a cenotaph for my grandmother and brother inside the tomb.

They opened the door of the tomb and were surprised to find an extra coffin inside. In front of the coffin was a tablet with "Qin Qiu" written on it.

The parents opened the coffin crying bitterly, but there was no body inside, only a set of dirty and torn clothes and a notebook.

It records what happened after his brother Teng Haichuan started to record the events.

The notebook records how he lived by begging with his grandmother and how he was looked down upon by the world.

How many beatings and injuries he suffered.

Including how grandma died.

Just because he looked at the buns in someone's hand for a second longer, he was beaten up by the red armbands. In order to protect him, his grandmother hugged him tightly in her arms and was beaten until she vomited blood.

That night, grandma had a high fever and became unconscious.

Teng Haichuan was extremely scared and didn't know what to do. He wanted to send his grandmother to the hospital, but he couldn't carry her as he was only four years old.

He had no other choice but to kneel on the side of the road and beg passers-by to send his grandmother to the hospital. He was willing to work like a slave for others for the rest of his life.

But no one wanted to pay any attention to a little beggar, and some people even kicked him.

He ran to the hospital crying again, knelt at the door of the hospital, and begged the doctors and nurses to save his grandmother.

After kneeling for a long time, he still received only indifference.

By the time he limped back to the roadside, his grandmother had passed away.

No one paid any attention to him, so he could only stand beside the corpse and cry. When he was tired of crying, he leaned on the corpse and fell asleep. When he woke up, he continued crying.

Until he was exhausted and fainted completely.

When he woke up again, he was lying in the deep mountains and forests with his grandmother's body.

When he woke up again, he didn't cry.

He took off one of his grandmother's tattered outer clothes and put it on himself, as if his grandmother was holding him.

I picked up a big leaf and fetched some water from the ditch, then came back to wash grandma's face.

He didn't want his grandmother to be eaten by wild beasts in the forest, so he wanted to dig a hole and bury her.

But he was too weak, hadn't eaten for a long time, and had no tools, so he couldn't dig at all.

He searched the forests for stones and piled them on top of his grandmother's body.

After running around in the mountains and forests for three or four days, they finally built a large stone fortress.

During those days, when he was hungry, he drank water from the ditch and ate grass from the mountains.

He didn't know which grasses were edible and which were not, but there were small animals that told him which grasses were poisonous and which were not.

Although it didn't taste good and made my stomach feel a little uncomfortable after eating it, fortunately no major problems occurred.

After burying his grandmother, he relied on the water and grass in the mountains and asked small animals to show him the way. It took him another three days to walk out of the forest.