I became beautiful by eating melons

Zheng Zhiyuan leaned against the wall, staring at the photo in his hand that had yellowed so much that the faces could no longer be recognized.

It was such a long time ago, but he still remembered everything about that day clearly.

The morning sun shines into the living room through the bright glass.

He was sitting on a large mahogany sofa, reading the morning paper.

His wife Bei Shuyun sat beside him wearing a lake blue cheongsam, her long black hair tied up and a pearl earring on, looking beautiful and gentle.

Shuyun is five years younger than him, and the two have been engaged since they were young. They are childhood sweethearts.

Shuyun complained softly, "What's so good about this newspaper? I can't get enough of it every day."

Without even looking up, he said casually, "Understanding national affairs will help you prepare in advance if something goes wrong."

"A crow's mouth." Shuyun is optimistic by nature. She loves beauty, food, and everything in life, but she just doesn't like to hear these depressing words.

"Woo woo woo woo" the eight-year-old son ran in happily with a wooden car in his hand. His fair and tender face raised as he said happily, "Mom, look at the car Uncle Li made for me!"

Shuyun took out a plain white handkerchief, wiped the sweat off his son's forehead, and asked gently, "Did you say thank you to Uncle Li?"

"I said it." The son puffed out his chest and answered loudly.

"Not bad." Zheng Zhiyuan put down the newspaper and waved to his son: "Let Dad see it."

My son ran over, his chubby little face trembling.

The dimpled little hand put the car in his hand: "Daddy, look, its wheels can move."

Zheng Zhiyuan picked up his fat son and placed him on his knees, carefully examining the small car in his hand. It was made of wood and was indeed exquisite. Not only could the wheels move, but even the doors could be opened.

"This old Li is really skillful."

He sounded admiring.

"Do you really want to help him?" Shuyun came over and sat down next to him.

Zheng Zhiyuan returned the car to his son and sighed, "It's not easy for their family either."

"Everyone's life is not easy." Shuyun, who has always been kind, is particularly dissatisfied with the Li family.

Zheng Zhiyuan noticed that something was wrong with his wife: "Do you think I shouldn't help them?"

"It's not that I shouldn't." Shuyun sighed, "It's just that I think this family is too cunning."

"He sent you a Chinese painting, asked his wife to take me to make a cheongsam, sent his son to play with Xiaobao, and his daughter took Lily to socialize. The whole family came together, and I couldn't explain it, but I just felt uncomfortable."

"Their family is in trouble and wants our help, so we will definitely do what they want. This is understandable." After hearing this, Zheng Zhiyuan took his wife's hand and patted it gently: "If you really feel uncomfortable, we will stop associating with them after helping their family."

Shuyun nodded gently: "It's always better to be careful."

Zheng Zhiyuan was about to speak again when he heard the sound of leather shoes heels tapping on the solid wood floor outside the door.

The closer you get to the door, the denser the sounds become, as if the person outside the door was running away happily.

The door was pushed open, and along with the sunlight came in, his eldest daughter Zheng Lili.

Lily was only fourteen years old, but she already had a glimpse of her future stunning appearance.

She looks like Shuyun, has a lively personality, and often acts on her thoughts.

She was wearing a waist-hugging dress with a wide skirt, and her black hair was tied into a ponytail with a big red butterfly hairpin. She walked in with a smile on her face, her skirt swaying.

"Dad, let's take a picture! A family portrait!"

"Okay." Zheng Zhiyuan held his son and held his wife's hand, and walked towards Lily with a smile.

"Old Zheng! Old Zheng!"

All the beautiful memories collapsed, shattered into pieces of colorful light in front of him, and moved away from him.

Instead, there was a dilapidated and gloomy cowshed. Wang Guoping looked at him worriedly.

"Old Zheng, always look forward, everything will pass."

Zheng Zhiyuan put the photo against his chest and said in a hoarse voice, "I can't get over it."

He wanted Li Guang to pay for his blood debt with blood.

Zheng Zhiyuan lowered his head and huddled in the shadows. In the afterglow of the setting sun, his shadow was blood red.

Wang Guoping looked at his friend and saw that his eyes were fierce and he was no longer the gentleman he used to be, so he sighed.

Unable to bear to see his friend go to extremes, he tried to persuade him again, but he heard the wooden door creak.

He turned his head and saw Jiang Chen leading Ye Rou in.

Regardless of their personalities, just looking at their appearance, these two young people are really a perfect match.

One is gorgeous and bright, the other is gloomy and handsome, both have excellent looks that make people feel good just by looking at them.

Wang Guoping smiled and said, "Have you two reconciled?"

Jiang Chen and Ye Rou did not answer, but just looked at him in silence.

Hmm? Wang Guoping noticed something was wrong. He seemed to be looking at Zheng Zhiyuan?

"What's going on?" Zhou Yuqing, who was always carefree, also noticed something was wrong.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Ye Rou held up the black-and-white photo in her hand and looked at Zheng Zhiyuan, who was hiding in the shadows and looked extremely thin. She opened her mouth several times but didn't know what to say.

She was not the original person. Zheng Zhiyuan's daughter and granddaughter died in Dahe Village one after another, and he lived in a cowshed not far away and knew nothing about it.

Once told, will he be able to bear it?

Jiang Chen saw that Ye Rou was reluctant, so he took her hand and strode to Zheng Zhiyuan's bed and handed the photo to Zheng Zhiyuan.

Zheng Zhiyuan stared at the old and weak hands in a daze. A black and white photo was handed to him. He took the photo and subconsciously hid it in his arms.

He paused when he reached in and touched another photo.

With trembling hands, he took out the photos from his arms. Two photos were placed in front of him, one was worn and blurry, and the other was sealed in plastic and well preserved.

The old hand touched the photo, trembling slightly.

His eyes turned red in an instant. He looked up at Ye Rou and Jiang Chen, but couldn't speak.

Thousands of complex emotions blocked his throat and rushed into his eyes. He wanted to ask where the photo came from and where the owner was, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out.

He was so anxious that he banged his thighs with his hands, and tears streamed down his face before he opened his mouth.

"Li... Where's Lily!"

He almost screamed the name.

The name of his precious daughter.

Ye Rou's tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked at Mr. Zheng and couldn't utter a word.

Finally, Jiang Chen said in a deep voice: "She is dead."

These three words are more painful than thunder hitting your body and heavier than a mountain pressing on your back.

Zheng Zhiyuan opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

His body was shaky and his face turned pale instantly.

"No!" Ye Rou rushed to Zheng Zhiyuan's bed and pinched his mouth anxiously to keep him awake.

Wang Guoping shouted anxiously: "Old Zheng, Ye Rou is your granddaughter, Lily's child!"

"Child, call grandpa!"

Ye Rou immediately shouted, "Grandpa."

The word "Grandpa" was like a rope that pulled Zheng Zhiyuan back from the brink of death.

He struggled to open his eyes and stared at Ye Rou with a look full of tenderness and nostalgia.

"Lily."