The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

Life in the bamboo grove courtyard was peaceful and quiet, with a gentle breeze, fresh air, and birdsong. Qingjun lay lazily on her soft bed until noon when she was awakened by a commotion.

Pushing open the door, a gentle breeze carrying the fresh scent of bamboo greets you. It's the smell of bamboo that's been split open. Under Jiang Zhiyang's skillful hands, they've been transformed into rows of tall bamboo frames.

Right now, Jiang Zhiyang was still hammering away with that hammer, while beside him, Ah Lang bared his teeth and let out a mournful howl, taking advantage of the moment when Jiang Zhiyang got up to pounce on him.

"Get out of here! It's just that I let you stay in the woodshed for one night. I moved your doghouse and prepared water and food for you. Did I mistreat you?" Jiang Zhiyang shoved A Lang far away with his butt, completely ignoring its annoyance.

"Ah Lang." Qingjun called softly. Upon hearing the call, Ah Lang suddenly stood up and rushed into Qingjun's arms in a few steps.

Watching Ah Lang frolic in Qing Jun's arms, Jiang Zhiyang rolled his eyes at the dog again, "I'm your master too! Can't you treat me better!"

"Why is it angry with you?" Qingjun stroked Alang's head, watching its tail wag wildly.

Jiang Zhiyang picked up a hammer and swaggered forward, pretending to smash the dog's head with it. This startled Ah Lang, who tripped over his own feet and almost fell over.

"I didn't do anything wrong to it. I just let it stay in the woodshed for one night. It had a doghouse, water, and food. It wasn't cold or hungry. Why is it making a fuss?"

Stay one night? But Qingjun hadn't heard Ah Lang howl all morning. "Did you lock it up?"

Jiang Zhiyang ignored him and immediately fell silent. "I didn't lock it, I just locked the door. But we can't... we can't just have it watching us, can we?"

Watching from the side? Watching what? Feeling a sudden ache in her waist, Qingjun fell silent, her cheeks blushing silently.

He did it on purpose, deliberately seducing and luring Ah Lang step by step, which is why he locked Ah Lang in the woodshed beforehand.

"Woof woof woof woof woof!" The truth came out, and Ah Lang growled pitifully, then snuggled into Qing Jun's arms for comfort.

"I'll send you back tomorrow, huh!"

The man who was clinging to her intimately yesterday is now petty and arguing with a dog. Qingjun was amused and patted the dog's head with one hand and Jiang Zhiyang's head with the other.

"Why are you making so many bamboo frames?" Qingjun looked up, and the tall bamboo poles blocked the sun, casting a horizontal shadow.

The man raised the corners of his mouth, turned around and went into the house, bringing out several bolts of red cloth.

"I want to make my own wedding dress."

He grabbed a corner of the red cloth and threw it with all his might. The thin cloth fluttered and landed perfectly on the long pole. In no time, the quiet little courtyard was filled with red shadows and joyous atmosphere, just like a decorated wedding hall.

Was this a tacit agreement to marry her? The man before her smiled intimately, innocently, and romantically, instantly adding a layer of complexity to Qingjun's heart.

Jiang Zhiyang knew how to manipulate her. He knew she couldn't bear to cruelly shatter this beautiful scene, so silence, simply remaining silent, was enough.

But what good is such momentary reluctance? What he wants, perhaps Qingjun can give, but it is all something that the Lord of Life Wish cannot give.

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All afternoon, Jiang Zhiyang was hunched over his desk, writing with utmost care, but paper after paper was still being scrapped. The crumpled red paper almost buried A Lang, who was taking a nap to the side.

"Qingjun," he called eagerly, but hesitated after Qingjun responded, "Now you have a name, but no surname. Would you... would you tell me your original name?"

This question had been debated for a long time since they first met, but now Jiang Zhiyang still insisted on it. How could Qingjun possibly answer?

"I want to draft a wedding invitation first. The wedding invitation and the marriage certificate should be written clearly and completely," he explained, also as a test.

"You once said that I resemble your mother, so how about I take the name Yu? Yu Qingjun."

He gave irrelevant answers, downplayed the important points, and preferred to use his deceased mother's surname rather than reveal his real name.

Is it so that when you leave, you leave nothing behind, not even your name? Is it so that when you meet again, you'll be completely innocent, without even knowing each other's names?

"Okay." He swallowed his sobs, but tears still streamed down his face, soaking the red paper beneath his pen.

Perhaps he was never qualified to ask this question; in fact, he should be content, for he had gained Qingjun's tacit approval and obedience. Even if it was just a brief companionship, a performance of marital bliss and harmonious union, it would be enough...

All Jiang Zhiyang could do was clasp his hands together and pray that this brief companionship would last as long as possible. He would engrave every aspect of Qingjun in his heart and live out the rest of his life with this lingering affection.

Qingjun has a sweet tooth; when she eats her favorite food, she always loses herself for a moment. After she comes to her senses, she excitedly shakes her head and wiggles her head. It's so cute.

Qingjun loves to dress up. Although her jewelry and clothes are simple, they are very exquisite. If you praise her after she has finished dressing up, she can't help but smile. She is so cute.

Qingjun likes lively places, but she's also afraid of noise. She only agrees to go out and play with you every two or three days. She's so cute.

Rather than letting Qingjun enjoy her leisure time alone, I would be happier to spend time playing with her and her little toys. If I gave her a bag of beads, she could patiently put them on for an entire afternoon. She's so adorable.

When kissing, if you place Qingjun's hand on your waist and abdomen, she can't help but grope up and down. She only stops when her mouth can't take it anymore. She likes slender waists but refuses to admit it. So cute.

They spent their days together, their nights intimate, sleeping and sitting side by side, never leaving each other's side. Jiang Zhiyang loved Yu Qingjun, and he would repeat this childish declaration of love to himself thousands of times every day.

The two relied on each other, with Ah Lang by their side, turning this small courtyard into a beautiful dreamland forgotten by worldly worries.

Until one ordinary morning, "A-Lang is missing!" Qingjun frantically searched everywhere, but couldn't find any trace of him.

"Could it have gone to find its dog friends?" Jiang Zhiyang hung the bolts of red cloth on bamboo poles. After drying them in the sun today, he could start making clothes tomorrow. "Don't worry, it will definitely be back by mealtime."

However, Ah Lang did not return. Instead, the only person standing in front of the courtyard gate was Jiang Shuo, who was dressed in mourning clothes.

His face was pale and emaciated. His eyes were bloodshot and unfocused, and he could no longer speak. In the instant his eyes met Jiang Zhiyang's, tears welled up in his eyes once again.

The day finally arrived. So fast, so fast, that Jiang Zhiyang didn't have time to react before a sour feeling welled up in his nose. He wanted to go forward to greet them, but then he realized that his hands and feet were already numb.

"Kiyoshi! Kiyoshi!" Her breath was out of control, and her voice became unusually shrill.

Helpless, at a loss, his body went limp, and his stomach cramped from the sudden news. Calm down, Jiang Zhiyang, he took two deep breaths.

Please, calm down. What you need to do now is calm down, go home first, and take care of the funeral arrangements step by step.