Shuyu called Yi Xuan, but Yi Xuan did not respond. He surveyed the room, where everything was the same as it had been before she left.

It was he who forced her away.

He thought that if it weren't for his suspicions at the beginning, she would probably be living here well, instead of being like now, as if the world had evaporated.

He knew that the eldest brother and the third brother were all looking for someone outside. As for himself, he looked back at his second brother Shuyu, and suddenly his eyes were a little sour. If it weren't for the fact that the second brother needed someone to take care of him here, he really wouldn't want to stay in this home without her for a moment

"I'm going to get breakfast, what are you going to eat today" His appearance was as warm as jade, like a warm breeze. The tone was also ordinary, but Shuyu lowered her eyelashes.

"Look at it," Shuyu gave him a deep look, then turned back to the brothers' room and took out a guqin.

With light steps, he walked into the poplar forest by the river and played a song.

Everyone in the world says that this guqin is also known as the seven-stringed piano because it has seven strings. Its piano is pleasing to the heart, pleasing to oneself, and the heart cannot be told to others, so it is all pinned on this guqin.

Shuyu's favorite song is spring and white snow, but the piano she strokes today is a sad and broken tune.

His mood unconsciously melted into the sound of the piano, and the sound of the piano changed from the initial mournful to frenzied, like a war song, as if there were two armies fighting in front of him, and the sound of the battle was earth-shattering, and the roof tiles were falling. Slowly observing it, there are golden drums, swords and crossbows, and the sound of people and horses that make those who hear it start to fight, and then they are frightened, and they can't cry.

Suddenly, with a force, a bang, the string broke, the broken string cut his fingertips, and he stared at the beads of blood that came out of the wounds on his fingertips, and suddenly he was stunned.

Did he do something wrong.

Shuyu looked up at the vast clouds, and there was a voice inside him, repeating it over and over again, telling him that he had done nothing wrong and that his concerns were legitimate. But another voice jumped out to retort, condemning him. If he hadn't explicitly hinted at Yi Xuan at the beginning, causing Yi Xuan to explode in silence, that person might not have been forced away, and this family would not have been torn apart.

Two voices, two thoughts, fighting each other, stalemate, pulling, just like the war song played in his distraught not long ago, this is his unchanging life.

After waking up every morning, I must reflect on my body, and then it is like entering a stalemate, which cannot be broken or broken, and I can only continue to think hard day after day, and it is also like waiting for two completely different thoughts in my heart to decide a winner.

There is no shortage of rice and noodles at home, and there are also vegetables and oily meat, but Yi Xuan has always remembered that before his wife left home, he once mentioned the second brother's body, saying that the second brother can only eat some light food, not the greasy ones of big fish and meat.

He stood in front of the stove, and a plate of vegetarian stir-fried cabbage was already on the plate.

In the past, when his wife was at home, he used to cook this dish. He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of cabbage and put it to his lips, he savored it, and then put the chopsticks down with interest.

No, still no.

He can't make the taste of his wife.

"Heh," he chuckled, and then picked up a flask, all his mind was in the wine.

He was originally clean and self-conscious, and he didn't drink a drop of wine, but after his wife left, it was five months, and it was about to be half a year, and he fell in love with the things in this cup, and the amount of wine also changed from being drunk in the first glass of wine to becoming more and more sober the more he drank.

Now, even if he wants to get drunk and get drunk, it has become an unrealistic extravagance.