Chapter 1795: 1733 You're a Good Person

Da Liu lay on the hospital bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, saying nothing.

He has been awake for three days; the diagnosis is an epidural hematoma; emergency surgery was performed, and his postoperative recovery has been fairly good.

But he is unwilling to speak, too lazy to say a word.

The short, fat boss, like a big-headed son, looked after him for several days; seeing him gradually improve, he hired a caregiver to accompany Da Liu and returned to the inn to get busy.

In Da Liu's eyes, the whole world had long turned pallid, devoid of color.

The flashy world is colorful to others, but to him it is incomparably pallid.

Life is just this helpless.

Da Liu had no literary thoughts; he simply couldn't understand why. He always believed the world should operate on reason, yet anything that happened to him had no reason at all.

How could leaving his hometown, with the mud on his legs not washed clean, have changed everything?

He kept staring at the ceiling, silently pondering the "reason" he could never figure out in his lifetime.

"Are you feeling better?" a familiar voice sounded beside his ear.

That voice was so familiar it pulled Da Liu back from another world.

It was her…

Da Liu's gaze became a little more lively.

As he twisted his neck, the cervical discs rubbed, making a creaking sound.

"Wife…" Da Liu strained, trying to sit up.

This frightened the caregiver attending him.

Da Liu had remained motionless these past days; the doctor could do nothing. He only advised avoiding emotional agitation to prevent postoperative re-bleeding. If this occurred, his condition would worsen, heading in an unpredictable direction.

The aide supported Da Liu to keep him from overexerting, while glancing at the two people who had entered.

The woman was dressed flamboyantly, her smoky makeup a bit heavy, looking too refined to be this patient's wife.

But strangely, she was accompanied by a young, handsome guy, whose eye sockets were a bit dark, looking somewhat fatigued.

However, this person was far more spirited than the patient I'm caring for. Especially that lazy, listless punk vibe—many young girls might like it.

What are they here to do?

"Da Liu, let's divorce." Da Liu's wife said directly, her eyes showing resolve.

"……" Da Liu remained silent.

"You look like this—neither human nor ghost." Da Liu's wife said calmly, she produced the marriage certificate and placed it before him, "These past few days I went back to my hometown and retrieved the marriage certificate and household register."

Da Liu continued silent, staring at the two bright-red marriage certificates, his eyes somewhat glazed.

"You're a good person." Da Liu's wife said frankly: "But we're not suited; let's divorce, like a man."

Da Liu reached out, picked up a marriage certificate, and upon opening it, a photo met his eyes.

He himself laughed so happily; the girl was serene and lovely.

How could coming to Di Du, this flashy world, have changed everything?

He lifted his head, gazing at that familiar face. Now she had become so strange. Back in his hometown, the diligent, uncomplaining wife was gone.

Standing before him was the kind of woman most commonly seen in Di Du—refined and beautiful, yet especially distant, not belonging to him.

Da Liu's rough fingers gently stroked the photo, very tender, the motion so light that even a slight force seemed like it would destroy the beauty in his heart.

The woman looked at him, face full of impatience, and snapped: "Can you just say something?"

Da Liu remained silent, merely staring blankly at the photo with the red background.

"I'm telling you, even if today isn't possible, it has to be! I've checked—if we've been separated for over six months, we can divorce." Da Liu's wife said: "I've estimated the value of the family land; including the house, I want half. Give me fifty thousand yuan, and we'll be settled."

Fifty thousand yuan?

Da Liu froze for a moment, then lifted his head to look at the familiar yet strange woman.

Why does she demand money from me?

Divorce? What does being separated for half a year mean? Da Liu's simple mind couldn't grasp these matters quickly.

He stared foolishly at the woman, saying nothing for a while.

The woman, growing impatient, pointed at Da Liu's nose and said: "Your old fogey of a father goes back home wailing and crying, saying I've let you down. Ask your conscience: after all these years with me, what have you given me?"

"Benefits?" Da Liu blinked in a daze.

"No money, no money—living in a leaky house, that was my youth! My best years!" The woman said resentfully: "If I hadn't come out to work, I'd have turned into a yellow-faced hag someday."

She pointed at Da Liu's nose and said a lot.

A buzzing filled Da Liu's ears; he didn't catch a word.

Benefits? As a couple living together, do we need to calculate benefits? I don't gamble or whore, just like to drink a couple of cups, I'm usually diligent, I do everything— isn't that all for the family?

How could coming to Di Du have changed everything?

While Da Liu was dazed, a hand reached out—fair and delicate, showing no sign of having done years of farm work.

She tried to take the marriage certificate; Da Liu instinctively gripped it tightly, his fingers pallid, devoid of any color.

It's his—whether it still exists or not, it belongs to him.

Da Liu's thought was simple, or perhaps he thought nothing at all; it was an unconscious clutch of the marriage certificate, refusing to let go no matter what.

"Are you even a man?" the young man stepped forward and shoved Da Liu's shoulder.

Solid as a rock, he didn't budge.

The man, somewhat annoyed, slapped Da Liu's hand with a "pak" sound.

"Divorce, and you still won't pay? I've never seen such a stingy man."

Da Liu lifted his head, staring at the young man. His gaze was direct and carried an hostility, sharp as a blade.

The young man was startled, stepping back half a pace.

But he quickly reacted.

Annoyed and angry, he stepped up to Da Liu, bent over and faced him directly, saying, "Do you want to hit me?"

Da Liu coldly nodded.

Come on, come on, if you can't kill me today, then you're my bastard! The young man grabbed Da Liu's hand and slapped it against his own face.

How annoying, like a fly. Da Liu let go, and the woman took back the marriage certificate.

I don't have fifty thousand yuan." Da Liu said.

In the ward, the man and woman's curses rang out; Da Liu felt annoyed, and the man still held his hand, making Da Liu even more irritable.

With a raise of his hand, Da Liu's palm struck the young man's face.

With a 'pa' sound.

The woman stared for a moment, then shouted sharply, "You dare to hit someone?!"

Da Liu shook his head, slowly lay down; this world is something he can't figure out.

One slap, yet the young man covered his chest with his hand; his face instantly turned as white as a sheet, frighteningly pale, as if his bones had been drained, and he collapsed like mud onto the ground.