Liu Zhao pushed open the glass door of the bank and walked out into the street, the noon sun was very dazzling, she narrowed her eyes that were still swollen, and looked up at the flowing clouds in the sky.

Now, she has $10,000 in cash and a bank card in her pocket. Grandma left her the capital that allowed her to live with dignity. She decided that from this moment on, she would live for herself, and she would live gracefully, which was her grandmother's last wish.

Touching her stomach, which was already hungry and aching, although she still had no appetite, she had to be kind to herself, so she walked into the nearest Chinese restaurant.

I ordered a cup of vegetable health porridge and a case of four-thing duck soup. She is now extremely weak, and even if she doesn't want to eat, she forces herself to drink some liquid food to replenish her lost energy. It may be that the warming and tonic effect of the four Chinese medicines in the duck soup is obvious, and Liu Zhao's body is no longer as cold as it was just now.

On the way home, she stopped by a housekeeping service company and found three aunts to clean the house that she hadn't lived in for a long time.

She no longer wants to be like the past three years, in addition to serving people, just doing housework every day. She decided that from today onwards, she would never do anything like washing and washing again, and she would be the same delicate girl again.

The sun was just right at noon, and she instructed the aunts to take the bedding used by her and her grandmother to the yard to expose it to the sun. And she herself took out her grandmother's collection of books, a local spread on the stone table in the yard, drying these treasured thread-bound books.

Two hours later, Liu Zhao looked at the courtyard that had been cleaned and smiled with satisfaction. Several of the main rooms and side rooms are bright and clean, and the small courtyard is also full of life, as if the owner has never left.

Standing under the flower-filled begonia tree, basking in the sun that was already in the west, she suddenly smelled a smell on her body that she hated.

Lowering her head, she was still wearing the clothes she had worn when she ran away from the Meng family, where the unpleasant smell of decay of the Meng family remained. Unable to bear the memory represented by this smell, Liu Zhao got up suddenly, locked the courtyard door, and walked out again.

After soaking in a hot spring and cutting off his long dry and unkempt hair, Liu Zhao, who was refreshed, wore a newly bought casual cotton suit, feeling new from head to toe. It was already the beginning of the day, and Liu Zhao finally had the desire to eat some food.

Finding the western restaurant that her grandmother used to bring her to, she walked to the table by the window where her grandmother had been sitting, and ordered a French foie gras, a cup of cream mushroom soup, a vegetable salad, a tiramisu, and a bottle of Spanish red wine.

Ignoring the waiter's surprised look, she asked for two goblets. A little red wine was poured into the glass, and one of the glasses was placed across from her. Raising her glass and gently touching the glass placed across from her, she drank the fruity juice.

My grandmother used to sit in this position, shaking her glass in her hand, and told her that although French red wine tastes the best, Spanish red wine has the taste of sunshine.

Liu Zhao, who had a great appetite, ate all the food, carried a small half bottle of red wine and walked home drunk.

Lying on the soft and warm bed in the moonlight, the bedding and pillows exuded the smell of fresh sunshine, she held her grandmother's letter in her arms and quickly fell asleep.

From today on, there will be no more disgusting harassment from that man, no more mean and old scolding, her night is only for herself.

At half past seven in the morning, the first good night's sleep in three years, Liu Zhao slept until he woke up naturally. After sobering up, she remembered that today was the day she agreed with Meng Dahe to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Getting up and putting on the soft and warm home clothes that her grandmother had bought for her before, she walked slowly to the bathroom in the south wing to wash. Looking at her still thin but somewhat ruddy face in the mirror, she gave herself a big smile.

When she was about to go out, she originally wanted to wear the new spring clothes of a European brand that she bought yesterday, but she remembered Meng Dahe's calculating face, and she dispelled this idea.

Find the jeans and blue sweater you used to wear in college, and show the white shirt collar inside the sweater. Turning out a pair of new pull-back sneakers, carrying a backpack that was also from her college days, she walked out of the house refreshingly.

In the parking lot near the Civil Affairs Bureau, Meng Dahe stepped out of the Beetle car with a haggard look on his face with black circles under his eyes, slamming the door hard while cursing: "This crazy woman, it's really untidy!" Give a good face and dare to open a dye shop! ”

He walked out of the parking lot swearing, completely forgetting that the madwoman he spoke of was the real owner of the car.

He has already annoyed Mrs. Meng to death!

His wife wants to drink water for a while, pee for a while, think the bedding is thin for a while, and turn over for a while, in short, he doesn't even sleep after tossing. Not to mention that she can't sleep well at night, she has to take care of her three meals a day during the day. Now, his house is so full of chickens and dogs that he doesn't even have a place to put his feet.

Faced with the chaos in the house, Mrs. Meng kept cursing Liu Zhao in the most vicious language.

Meng Dahe smoked the cigarette in his hand fiercely, and impatiently ruffled his messy hair with his hand. In just two days, the old lady's cursing and the constant trivial matters at home have made him no longer neat and chic, less than thirty years old, and he looks like he has reached middle age.

"I'll have to coax her home for a while, I can't do this damn housework!" Meng Dahe's face was gloomy, and while he was thinking in his heart, his eyes were wandering around. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he saw the familiar figure.

This...... Is it Liu Zhao?