This towel, why does it look so familiar?
Liu Yumei recalled that wasn’t this the towel that the Li family kid had slung over his shoulders earlier today?
"What on earth is going on here."
Liu Yumei wanted to take the towel down, but as her hand was about to touch it, she stopped.
She turned her head towards the inner room and, at the doorway, stood the silhouette of a girl.
"Alii, weren’t you already lying down? Why are you up again?"
The girl didn’t speak.
"Alii, did you put this towel here?"
The girl didn’t answer.
"Alii, this is the place for setting up the memorial tablets, it’s the most precious shrine, we can’t just put anything here. The towel should be put where it belongs, shall grandma take it and wash it clean for you?"
The girl’s eyelashes started to flicker.
"Let’s just leave it then, leave it. It’s quite fine here, hehe, quite nice."
The girl became calm again.
"Alii, go to sleep, grandma won’t touch it anymore, I promise you, when you wake up tomorrow, you’ll still see it here."
The girl turned and went inside.
Liu Yumei sighed and then a smile reappeared on her face, she just noticed that this time when Alii was about to get angry, only her eyelids flickered slightly, and her body didn’t tremble, it was also a kind of progress.
Over the years, they had been avoiding triggering Alii’s illness, not only because her furious state could cause harm to herself and others around her, but also because each episode would make her condition worse.
Right now, the most important thing is the treatment of Alii’s illness, the rest comes secondary.
Liu Yumei finally found her husband behind her two brothers’ memorial tablets.
"Truly sorry for you, to have been put together with my brothers for a while, you haven’t fought, have you?"
Back then, that old rogue shamelessly pursuing me was often cleaned up by my brothers, and even after we got married, he still ended up quarreling with my brothers over drinks and seemed ready to come to blows.
The difference is, before we were married, it was my brothers who picked on him, but after the marriage, it was he who kept provoking my brothers with the help of alcohol, shamelessly yelling:
"Come on, hit me, if you have the guts, kill me - then your sister has to be my widow!"
My brothers were itching with anger, cursing themselves for their blindness that allowed them to be duped by him.
Actually, apart from being a bit too petty and bearing grudges, that old rogue was really good to me.
She gently wiped her husband’s memorial tablet with a handkerchief: "Old rogue, this is what your granddaughter wants, for you to make room for her stuff, you’ll have to bear with it."
After she spoke, Liu Yumei moved the memorial tablets around a bit, putting her husband’s and her father’s tablets together.
"Talk more with my dad, a son-in-law counts as half a son."
Despite that dirty towel being a bit of an eyesore right in the middle, Liu Yumei was still cheerful in her speech:
"Don’t be angry with Alii, it’s you guys who have caused Alii to end up , who told you to die so frankly and heroically in those years, without leaving any descendants to maintain the family spirit.
This Li family kid, called Li Zhiyuan, has a nice-sounding name, and he’s also quite interesting, just precociously savvy.
I’ve seen many clever kids, but I’ve never seen one like him in my life.
My feeling about this child, other than his remaining naivety, is as if he’s deliberately pretending to be a child.
It’s just a pity, oftentimes such people don’t live long.
But who knows, he’s living with Li Sanjiang now, he’s Li Sanjiang’s relative, benefiting from good fortune should be much simpler than ours.
But, all this doesn’t matter anymore.
I just hope he can help our Alii slowly get better from her illness, our Alii, she has suffered too much hardship already, this should not have been her fate.
You guys, when dying, all shouted for the sake of a new world.
The world is too big, I, a mere woman, cannot entertain so much, I can only watch over my own granddaughter, hoping she can laugh happily and speak confidently like other girls.
If you have spirits in heaven..."
At this point, Liu Yumei couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the memorial tablets, her tone of voice changing to one of angry blame:
"If only you had followed the old rules and left some spirit behind before dying, my granddaughter wouldn’t have become !"
After taking a bath, Li Zhiyuan went to find another towel, and after carefully scrubbing it clean with soap, he hung it on the clothesline.
Passing by Li Sanjiang’s bedroom door, he hesitated for a moment, but eventually pushed the door and entered.
On the bed, Li Sanjiang propped his legs up with a cigarette, humming a tune and fostering sleepiness.
"Grandmaster, there’s something I’ve thought about, and I think I should discuss it with you again."
"Oh? What’s it, go ahead and tell me."
"Last night, Niu Fu’s mother came to our house and used the first-floor tables, chairs, dishes, and paper effigies to hold a birthday feast for herself, it was very lively, and I was dragged into joining."
Li Sanjiang’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, he unconsciously sat up: "Go on."
"Right as the birthday feast was about to end, a zombie appeared and fought with Niu Fu’s mother. Niu Fu’s mother couldn’t defeat it, and at the last moment, she sent me away."
"Sent you away? Where to?"
"Oh." Li Sanjiang nodded, remembering he was chased by a group of zombies in his dream, and he understood, the kid must have had a zombie dream like his, he comforted, "Little Yuanhou, just treat it as if you had a dream, don’t worry, nothing will happen tonight."
There won’t be any soul-transference ceremonies tonight, so he can also have a good night’s sleep.