Seven years after my death, the male protagonist of the substitute novel was criticized

Chapter 67 He Became a Widow While He Was Still Alive
Duan Chengyu described the scene in his dream, and his tone and attitude became more and more immersed, as if he was possessed by the Duan Chengyu in the dream.

Duan Chengyu's memories in the two worlds are like two ripples of water intersecting infinitely.

What Lin Lu was thinking about was that he was dreaming more and more, but the memory of her was gradually fading away.

Maybe one day she will forget this memory, when her feelings for Duan Chengyu are the deepest - how can this not be considered another poor Pei Yizhou.

Of course, she is the most pitiful one. She did not participate in gambling but was innocently in debt of 20 million.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Lu walked around the living room with her hands on her hips, opened the message box and sent a message to Ding Zitong.

Then he lay back on his side and planned to take the bowl of porridge away to wash it. When he reached the door, he heard the sound of water in the bathroom stop.

The bathroom door clicked open, and she tilted her head to look. Pei Yizhou came out in a bathrobe, his hair slightly wet, his eyebrows and eyes moistened by the hot water, giving him a rich and handsome look.

"It's best not to take a bath when you are sick." She frowned.

"It's okay. I'm not that weak." Pei Yizhou said as he put a silver ring on his ring finger.

The ring looked very plain. After he put it on, he turned it subconsciously, an action he seemed to have repeated hundreds of times, without any preparation to introduce or explain it to her.

Lin Lu paused, quickly looked away, and walked out with the bowl of porridge.

"Are you going out?" Pei Yizhou suddenly asked.

She looked back and found that he was looking down and not looking at her, nor did he have any intention of interfering with her as before.

"Yes," she added, "I made an appointment with Zi Tong to go out for dinner."

Pei Yizhou then looked up and said with a smile: "Then you may need to wait. Although her working hours are not fixed, once she starts, she will last for several hours before stopping."

"Well, she said see you in two hours."

"Where did you meet?" Pei Yizhou explained, "I don't mean to interfere too much. I'm just worried that she will take you to a bar, and you can't drink much..."

"I know. The skewers restaurant we arranged to meet at is the one that used to be near the school. You should know that." Lin Lu interrupted him and explained directly.

She put the bowl into the dishwasher and rolled up her sleeves to wash the fruit. The sound of running water mixed with the sound of talking created a symphony of family warmth.

"I thought that the store must have been demolished since there have been so many changes here, but Zitong said it was still there and had expanded, and was doing very well."

Pei Yizhou leaned against the door and looked at her, slowing down the movement of drying his hair.

It wasn't until she turned her head that he continued with his previous action.

"Many of the stores around No. 3 Middle School are still there, but they are the opposite of the route I take home from work, so I rarely go there anymore."

"It's normal. You've always disapproved of me eating those greasy things," she pinched a strawberry and took a bite, and said vaguely, "Besides, if you go, you will only add to my sadness. There's really no need to go."

Pei Yizhou's eyes flashed and he looked at her.

It seemed that no one expected that she could talk about those seven years calmly.

Lin Lu didn't wait for him to agree. She lowered her head to peel strawberries and said, "There's no need to wear that ring anymore. It makes you look like a widower."

Pei Yizhou turned the ring again reflexively, and after two seconds of silence, he said, "Almost the same."

"...I don't want to talk about you."

"Always give me something to think about." He also sat down and reached for the pink and white strawberries on the plate.

Ignoring the undercurrent of not being able to look each other in the eye, things between them were more normal than in the previous two months.

Two hours later, Lin Lu and Ding Zitong met at Sanmao Chuanchuan Restaurant.

One was wearing pajamas wrapped in a down jacket, and the other was wearing a business suit and high heels. They didn't look like passers-by, so the restaurant owners who were greeting customers didn't dare to invite them to a table.

Ding Zitong was familiar with the place. After finding a seat and sitting down, he ordered a plate of skewers without looking at the menu, and then gave the menu to Lin Lu.

"Order more, so you don't have to go back and eat in front of your brother's face when you're not full."

“…Although there is some truth to it, it’s too true.” Lin Lu said with a big smile.

Before the skewer was brought up, she looked around at the surroundings and sighed a lot.

In the past few years, Haishi has developed into a financial capital. Various companies and iconic buildings have sprung up, and the air seems to be filled with the smell of formaldehyde from newly built office buildings and the cold fragrance of money.

Only the old districts and marginal areas still retain the atmosphere of the past.

In the city center, human activities are all in office buildings, unlike here, where there are a lot of people waiting to enjoy delicious food at three or four o'clock, and everyone is bragging loudly. There is no such thing as quietly eavesdropping on other people's conversations between tables.

"It's amazing," she exclaimed.

Seven years passed in the blink of an eye. The skewers shop in her memory was still very small, with a tent and everyone sitting outside. The owner's son sat by the door doing his elementary school homework.

He is now a grown man of 1.80 meters tall.

Ding Zitong filled her glass with coconut milk and said, "Yes. The boss remembered us before. I came here alone to eat skewers, and he asked about you. But in the past two years, there have been many returning customers, so he doesn't remember."

After that, he shook his head and continued, "At that time, I was still thinking, when will I forget you? Ten years later? Twenty years later? When my life is filled with work, more friends, family and children? Maybe before I die, when my mind recalls my life, I will give you three seconds."

"That's enough," Lin Lu raised his coconut juice and clinked glasses with her. "It's rare to remember it forever. I can occupy three seconds of your memory in your 30,000 days of life, which shows that our friendship is very good."

The two cups clinked together, and they drank their drinks like they were having a drinking contest, just like they did when they were in high school.

At this time, the boss brought a pot of skewers to their table. The aroma and steam blurred everyone's faces.

"Are you a regular customer?" the boss suddenly said, "You look familiar."

Lin Lu was surprised: "You remember me? I've been here more than a dozen times, so I should be considered a regular customer?"

The boss then sent another plate of grilled tofu: "Regular customers have it, enjoy your meal!"

She lowered her head and picked up a piece of grilled tofu to eat. It was so hot that the tip of her tongue was numb and her eyes felt sore as if from the scorching heat.

Ding Zitong asked: "Do you feel like your life is slowly returning to normal?"

"Yes, it's much better than the last time I met Lan Jia and didn't dare to talk too much."

"So what else are you thinking about? Just get back to your normal life and enjoy the extra seven years you earned. As for the rest, men and relationships, they're just gifts. You're here to eat skewers, not just grilled tofu."

Ding Zitong ate a skewer of coriander beef and said something very philosophical.

Lin Lu chewed a bunch of treasures and took the time to give her a thumbs up: "Master."

Ding Zitong rolled her eyes. "After all, I have seven years more life experience than you. I tell you, you are so conflicted because you haven't had enough love. People who are doing experiments for the first time will not know where to start even if they look at the steps in the book. People who do experiments frequently hate to read the operating instructions the most. The spare ribs are delicious, and the boneless chicken feet are also very fragrant. Aren't you just worried about whether you are worthy of your brother and whether you should reject the Duan guy? I tell you, they need to compete. You just need to judge who has better performance in the end and let them take the job. Love is like job recruitment, and you can't force it."

(End of this chapter)