Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?
Chapter 413 Sister

Chapter 413: Chapter 413 Sister

Yu Sumei’s younger brother is named Yu Guodong.

This name, filled with the expectations of his parents, hoped that he would become a pillar of the country.

Unfortunately, he did not become a pillar; before reaching adulthood, he fell to the bottom of society, doing the hardest and most exhausting work.

He was once the most cherished child at home, loved by his parents and adored by his sister.

Sadly, from the moment he lost his sister, his entire world was completely overturned.

First, his mother had mental issues, his father frowned every day, sighing, then his mother died in a car accident, and his father also died of illness, leaving only him, still in elementary school.

So he returned to the countryside to live with his grandparents, and since then, the happiness of the past was gone forever.

Fortunately, there were still his grandparents, and life was barely manageable.

But even such days didn’t last long, as his grandparents passed away one after the other due to old age, leaving him, still in middle school, completely orphaned.

Originally a bustling big family, now entirely reduced to just lonely him.

Sometimes he felt like he was dreaming, how did a good family just disappear?

Sometimes he closed his eyes, and everything seemed to be beside him; his mother was still busy in the kitchen, his father sat in the living room watching TV with his legs crossed, his sister lay at the desk doing homework, the fan in the living room creaked...

But when he opened his eyes, everything vanished, and for a long time, he felt a little dazed, unable to distinguish between dream and reality.

But living forced him to face reality; he had to learn to support himself.

So after graduating middle school, he dropped out to work.

Over the years, he carried cement bowls, worked as a rebar worker, built walls, painted, plastered lime, laid bricks; sometimes he even felt with his own hands, he could build a house.

Even though doing the hardest and most tiring jobs, he did not earn much money.

No one taught him how to save money; in his youth, he spent whatever he earned, nothing left. When slightly older, he learned to be frugal, but by year’s end, his pockets still contained little, sometimes feeling really confused, not knowing what living is for.

In his dreams, he used to regularly see his parents and sister, but as he aged, even their looks grew blurred in his memory.

What is living?

It is eating, sleeping, drinking...

There were many colleagues from all over at the construction site.

They worked hard every day, mostly for their children at home, some for parents, some for marrying a wife...

They lived with anticipation.

Yu Guodong just lived simply to keep living.

After another busy day, all dusty and reeking, Yu Guodong glanced around the owner’s new house; probably in two more days, the walls would be fully painted.

Estimating the construction period in his heart, he finally turned off the lights and left the new house.

He glanced back at the red Fu character on the gate; it felt particularly glaring to him.

"Truly good," Yu Guodong muttered.

The homeowner said the house renovation was for the son’s marriage.

Such a big house, so well decorated, how happy his son must be.

No wonder the Fu character was so vividly red.

If his parents were still here, they should be arranging matches for him like this, right?

No, he should have been married long ago by now, even having children.

Yu Guodong had dated someone before, they were together for several years, but ultimately she married someone else because he was too poor.

Yu Guodong was sad for several days, then stopped being sad, because he originally had nothing, what was there to be sad about?

Leaving the community, watching luxury cars returning from work parked at the door.

A flicker of envy passed in Yu Guodong’s eyes.

"They’re all so rich, how did they earn it?"

Clearly, he also tried hard, resting only a few days all year, yet he still had no money.

Perhaps he should have studied more initially.

Passing by a convenience store, Yu Guodong walked in, bought a bottle of water, and then a pack of cigarettes.

After paying, just as he turned to leave, the convenience store’s roasted sausage aroma made him swallow involuntarily, his originally rumbling stomach felt hungrier.

Thinking it over, he bought a cup of instant noodles, then added a sausage for himself.

The noodles were quickly soaked; the convenience store had a place to sit, but he was too dirty, afraid to dirty the store, so he took the instant noodles outside to find a secluded step to sit down.

He first opened the mineral water, drinking down half the bottle in one go, which relieved the invisible heat inside him.

He put down the bottle but didn’t immediately start eating the instant noodles; instead, he lit a cigarette.

After deeply inhaling, slowly exhaling, he was rarely relaxed, seeing through the smoke that on the brightly lit square opposite, some elderly were dancing, and children were playing.

Yu Guodong was fully empty, thinking of nothing, because thinking too much increases the troubles, enough not wanting to live...

This was the experience he’d summarized for surviving till now.

Just then, a figure suddenly sat down beside him.

Yu Guodong turned his head to glance; it was a clean young girl.

So he quickly shifted his hips aside, afraid his scent might bother her.

Considering further, he stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, picked up the instant noodles beside him, intending to finish eating them before leaving.

Such a clean and pretty young girl sitting beside him made him feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Dongdong, don’t you remember me?"

The young girl turned her head, looking at Yu Guodong.

"We know each other?" Yu Guodong was completely dazed.

Dongdong was his nickname, but it had been a very long time since anyone called him that.

The girl didn’t speak, instead smiled at him, but the smile seemed sadder than crying.

"Young girl, you must have mistaken me for someone else; I don’t know you," Yu Guodong said with a smile.

At this moment, he was covered in dust, but his smile was so clean.

Suddenly, he felt the clothes on her seemed vaguely familiar, resembling Yunlong High School’s uniform, but then thought it seemed impossible, Yunlong High School had been merged long ago, even the school no longer existed.

Perhaps he misjudged, after all, school uniforms are similar in style.

"Dongdong, don’t you know me?" The young girl said lightly, her voice slightly choked.

Hearing her repeat, Yu Guodong felt somewhat surprised; maybe he did indeed know her, so he started examining her carefully.

Originally blurred memories seemed to gradually clear up, his sister’s appearance slowly surfacing from the deepest depths of memory.

But that was totally impossible; his sister had been gone for many years now, even if she hadn’t, she would already be over thirty; how could she still be so young.

Thus, his throat moved, speaking in a dry voice: "You...you must have mistaken me for someone else?"

She shook her head, voice slightly trembling: "I am Yu Sumei, I am your sister, I am your sister Yu Sumei..."

Yu Guodong felt his vision darken, head buzzing, his whole being dazed, as if all the strength had been drained from him, with a feeling of not being able to breathe.

Am I ill, or am I not yet awake from the dream?