In the dream, there was no such person as Qiao Shuangyu. He was incredibly fortunate, always favored, and it was him who received all the attention.
Perhaps this was the original trajectory...
Jiang Yu immersed himself in this beautiful dream, falling into a deep sleep, without cold treatment or indifference.
From that day on, Jiang Yu behaved obediently, no longer provoking Qiao Shuangyu. He was so well-behaved it was unbelievable, and even when Qiao Shuangyu tried to make trouble for him, he couldn’t find any fault. In the end, Qiao Shuangyu’s efforts came to nothing. After all, every time he heard Jiang Yu’s soft voice, he couldn’t bring himself to bully him as he had before.
Every day, Jiang Yu's tasks consisted of collecting pigweed from the mountain, picking up some mountain goods, tilling the yard, cleaning the yard, washing clothes, and feeding the livestock...
Despite accomplishing one task after another, in the eyes of the Jiang family, it only proved that Jiang Yu had done nothing. Every time he brought something back, it was always assumed that it was Qiao Shuangyu who had done it.
Jiang Yu had once thought about defending himself, but they would only accuse him of lying, saying he never learned to be good like Qiao Shuangyu, and instead learned to be deceitful and sly, stealing others' things and claiming them as his own.
Jiang Yu couldn’t escape this strange cycle. It seemed that as long as Qiao Shuangyu was around, everyone would become irrational. What should have been obvious to anyone with clear eyes, they just couldn’t see.
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“Phew, so tired.” Jiang Yu wiped the sweat from his brow and looked at the clothes he had washed in the yard, nodding in satisfaction. Finally finished with the chores, he could go out. In fact, Jiang Yu couldn’t understand why they thought Qiao Shuangyu did it when he did the work, but if he didn’t do it, they would definitely think it was him.
It was so strange.
Today was the day the village head was bringing the intellectuals to the village, and he wanted to go out to see if there were any easy-going intellectuals who could take him in.
Having tidied everything up, Jiang Yu locked the courtyard gate, grabbed an empty bamboo basket, and left the house. On the way, people he encountered avoided him.
Aunt Wang, Jiang Daniu's mother, and another woman whispered to each other, "Isn't that the ominous star from the Jiang family? How dare he show his face? He can’t even get along with Xiao Yu at home. Xiao Yu is such a good child, but he doesn’t like her."
"If Xiao Yu were my child, I’d be happy to have her. But he, he always targets Xiao Yu. Doesn’t he think about who’s providing the food he eats and the clothes he wears? If it weren’t for Xiao Yu’s good luck, would their family be able to live so well?"
The other woman sneered, "Exactly. He’s so ungrateful. Xiao Yu picks so much meat every day to bring back, and I don’t believe he didn’t eat any."
It seemed like no one in the village noticed Jiang Yu’s plight. They only thought he was living well, believing that it was Qiao Shuangyu who had brought good fortune to the Jiang family.
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Hearing the increasingly harsh words around him, Jiang Yu lowered his head in embarrassment. Was he really living well?
Tattered hemp clothes, going up the mountain every day to scavenge for food, sleeping with pigs and animals in the pigsty...
Jiang Yu quickened his pace, not wanting to hear any more of these hurtful words.
Perhaps Jiang Yu was walking too quickly and not paying attention to the road. He collided directly into a broad, warm embrace. Jiang Yu was startled, and the bamboo basket he was holding fell to the ground. The person quickly wrapped their arms around him tightly.
Jiang Yu felt a pang of soreness in his nose as two bright streams of blood dripped onto the person’s white shirt.
“I-I’m sorry,” Jiang Yu muttered, pushing at the person. He had a pleasant fragrance of soap and a refreshing scent.
Sensing the force of Jiang Yu’s push, the person immediately realized that he had scared Jiang Yu. "Sorry, I just saw you almost fall."
“I’m Li Qian. What’s your name?” Li Qian gently released his hold on Jiang Yu.
Li Qian noticed Jiang Yu covering his nose and quickly reacted, his face showing concern. “You’re hurt!?”
Jiang Yu slightly tilted his head, observing Li Qian from beneath his bangs. His neat shirt, fashionable coat, and brand-new shoes made it clear that they were from completely different worlds.
“I’m fine. Just call me Jiang Yu.” Li Qian looked like someone from a big city, and Jiang Yu wondered if he should compensate him for the shirt he had stained.
“Bleeding like this, and you’re fine? Let me take a look,” Li Qian said, reaching out to touch Jiang Yu's nosebleed.
Jiang Yu allowed Li Qian to gently wipe his nose, offering him a sweet smile that was as beautiful as autumn and spring flowers in full bloom. "I’m sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going and bumped into you. I even stained your shirt. I can wash it for you. I’ll make sure it’s perfectly clean."
Li Qian, momentarily stunned by Jiang Yu’s beauty, felt a sharp pang in his heart. What kind of life must Jiang Yu have lived to become this way? Clearly, he had purposely let Jiang Yu crash into his arms, yet Jiang Yu kept apologizing, as if it were all his fault. No, his Ah Yu could never be at fault.
Li Qian looked at Jiang Yu with a heart full of compassion. "You don't need to wash it. It's just a shirt. I’m a new educated youth here today. If you feel really bad about it, you could tell me about the village’s situation."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yu hesitated even more. For the past year, he had either been in the mountains or at home; he didn’t know anything about the village, and he had long been disconnected from this world.
"I... I... I..." Jiang Yu stammered, unable to get a word out. The only reason he knew Li Qian was a new arrival was because of the previous life’s memory of Qiao Shuangyu, who had mentioned a beautiful female educated youth among the newcomers.
Back then, he had even overheard Qiao Shuangyu saying something about wanting to scar the girl’s face, but unfortunately, he had been in such a poor state that he could only secretly slip the girl a note. He had no idea if the girl had suffered harm after his death.
After a long pause, Jiang Yu's mind came up with a plan that seemed like a win-win situation. "How about I cook for you in the future? I'm really good at cooking."
Jiang Yu suddenly felt very clever. If Li Qian got used to his cooking, after he was kicked out of his home, he could stay with Li Qian. He felt like a little genius.
Thinking about the happy and content future, Jiang Yu couldn't help but smile foolishly. Could it be that he would finally escape this home?
Li Qian’s eyes darkened, as if the little lamb was walking into his den. But he still raised a brilliant smile. "Alright, let's go. I'll show you my place."
Jiang Yu didn't notice anything strange. He was still praising himself for being so clever.
He hadn’t expected the first step to be so easy. He was confident in his cooking skills, and once Li Qian tasted his food, he was sure he’d never want to leave.
Hadn’t Qiao Shuangyu, no matter how much he disliked him, kept him around all this time because of his cooking?
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