Standing under the dilapidated low eaves, behind him was the setting sun, its twilight casting across his surroundings. Jiang Zhihao felt as if he had just woken from a dream.,Back then, I spent my days aimlessly, addicted to alcohol and gambling. When I lost, I'd ask my wife for money. If I had no money, I'd get drunk and smash things.,Jiang Zhihao didn't defend himself, and changed the subject: "Let's have congee for dinner tonight. Your stomach isn't doing well, so I'll cook the rice very soft, it might take a little longer."。