Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

“Crackle—Crackle—”

Zhang Chunliang entered the last piece of fragmented memories, but this time it was a little strange. He did not possess anyone, but floated in the air like a lonely soul.

The environment he was in was very dark, with only a window not far away, through which some dim light shone, allowing him to barely see the layout of the room.

Zhang Chunliang looked around calmly. This place felt a little familiar. Although the arrangement of the furniture had changed slightly, it was basically the same as he remembered - this was Xu Aiyong's bedroom.

Zhang Chunliang's mind moved, and he controlled his consciousness to swim downstream.

There was only a figure lying on the left side of the small wooden bed, covered with a quilt, motionless.

Zhang Chunliang floated to the side of the man, trying to identify who the person was through the light from the window - then, he was caught off guard and met a pair of staring eyes.

He was startled and floated back several meters.

After a few seconds, he realized that his current state could not be seen by anyone.

He calmed himself down, then frowned and looked at the girl who scared him - she was a little fat, with long hair scattered messily on the pillow, looking a little sloppy. This person had a face that Zhang Chunliang was familiar with, but she looked older than the one in the previous fragment.

Xu Guifen. Zhang Chunliang slightly widened his eyes and recognized the woman in front of him.

She didn't look well at the moment. Even in the middle of the night, she still hadn't fallen asleep. Looking closely, one could see that her whole body was trembling slightly.

Where is Xu Aiyong? Zhang Chunliang subconsciously looked at the half of the bed on the right side of Xu Guifen. There was a sunken fold there. Not long ago, someone was lying there.

“Crackle—Crackle—”

A strange sound rang out rhythmically, like the harsh noise produced by metal rubbing against stone. In the silent night, it sounded sharp and weird.

The sound was sometimes louder and sometimes softer, and seemed to come from another room.

Zhang Chunliang did not hesitate. He controlled his "wandering soul" to pass through the wall and float to the room where the strange sound came from.

There was a pile of dirty dishes in the messy and greasy kitchen, but the owner was in no mood to clean them up.

Xu Aiyong lit a dim oil lamp and was hunching over, carefully and mechanically sharpening a kitchen knife on a whetstone.

——That kitchen knife is the prototype of the blade that Zhang Chunliang pieced together the memory clues!

Zhang Chunliang looked at Xu Aiyong. His hair was shaved short, revealing a pale scalp. His skin was pale and seemed like he had not been exposed to the sun for a long time. He was a little bloated, with a drooping back, as if he had lost all his energy. His face was numb and old, and he stared at the kitchen knife without blinking, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhang Chunliang felt a little complicated, and he roughly knew what time it was.

Xu Aiyong went to prison for "hooliganism" and has just been released.

Zhang Chunliang swam to his side and watched his movements intently.

"Chiji...chiji..." A small calling sound came from the bamboo basket at Xu Aiyong's feet.

Attracted by the cry, Xu Aiyong stopped sharpening the knife and pulled out a gray-brown animal from the bamboo basket with an expressionless face.

It was a pheasant, and it was struggling and flapping its wings trying to escape.

Its screams of terror grew louder and shriller.

Xu Aiyong glanced in the direction of his east bedroom and frowned.

He quickly picked up the kitchen knife next to him and cut the chicken's neck neatly. But his power was wrong, and the chicken's head flew out instantly, splashing chicken blood all over his face.

He was stunned for a moment, wiped the chicken blood off his face, and suddenly threw the whole chicken onto the chopping board in anger, cursing.

"What's going on...why...it's not working yet!" He spoke in a hoarse voice, his eyes full of anger and anxiety.

He panted heavily and threw the kitchen knife to the ground.

"Chicken... chicken won't work, it's different... we have to... pig, pig!"

But he couldn't afford a pig.

This made him even more annoyed, and he kicked the stove fiercely, but was knocked to the ground by the reaction force.

The sound in the entire kitchen stopped abruptly. Xu Aiyong leaned his head on the stove, his face covered with stove ash. His eyes were unfocused and he sat dejectedly on the dirty floor.

I don't know how long it was before he finally stood up with the help of the stove edge.

Then clean up the mess in the kitchen carefully.

He walked lightly back to the bedroom and lay down gently on the bed which had already been cold. He paused for a few seconds, slowly leaned over and looked at Xu Guifen - she was snoring and sleeping soundly.

So Xu Aiyong closed his eyes with peace of mind.

……

"How did you cook the meat today?" Xu Guifen looked grimly, staring at the stewed chicken on the table. "How much seasoning did you put in?"

Xu Aiyong was serving rice to Xu Er. He filled the only bowl without a hole in it with white rice and then handed it to Xu Er.

Hearing this, he paused for a moment and smiled a little stiffly: "It's okay, Guifen, I'm going to find a new job soon, and I have money to support you and your mother. In the past few years... you have worked hard, so eat more good food to replenish yourself."

Xu Er held a bowl of rice and put it into his mouth mouthful by mouthful. He was only five years old, but he could already use chopsticks skillfully.

"Come on, kid, eat meat." Xu Aiyong quickly put the tender stewed chicken leg into Xu Er's bowl.

"Put it down!" Xu Guifen exploded and threw the chopsticks to the ground. "What did he do? You gave him chicken legs! And you scooped so much white rice! You're going to have trouble living like this!"

Xu Guifen can no longer hold her head up in Xiaohegou Village. Her husband was imprisoned for hooliganism, and her son was a well-known rogue in the village. At the age of 6, he dared to knock people out with a club and push them into a cesspool.

"What sin have I committed!" Xu Guifen suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs. She slapped Xu Er's bowl and sent it flying. "Eat, eat, eat! Eat you to death! You glutton!"

Xu Er's rice bowl and chicken leg fell to the ground. He slowly raised his head and glanced at Xu Guifen who had lost her composure.

This look made Xu Guifen shut up immediately.

Xu Er's eyes were terrifyingly calm: "I didn't plan to eat it, but he wanted to pick it up for me."

In the lives of his mother and son, it was a strictly enforced rule that Xu Er could not eat the food on the table.

Xu Aiyong had been standing there, speechless for a long time.

He stood there for a long time, looking at his son. After a while, he took out his bowl with shaking hands, which was only slightly filled with rice.

"Eat, son." Xu Aiyong's voice was a little choked. Several years in prison had made him no longer as handsome and vigorous as before, and he had become an ordinary and incompetent father.

He glanced at Xu Guifen, whose face was flushed and ferocious, and said to Xu Er, "From now on, as long as Dad is here, you can eat whatever is on the table."