The next day, Chu Zihang woke up from his drowsy sleep. I don’t know if it was because he had been sleeping for too long, but his head was still drowsy, as if it was filled with lead inside, which made him so heavy that he couldn’t lift it up.

He turned over and stared at the empty bed sleepily. The room was quiet. The sunlight fell on the place where Xia Mi slept yesterday. There were some concave folds on the pillow, and a faint fragrance remained on the quilt.

Has she gone...

Why don't you tell me?

Chu Zihang stared at the pillow that Xia Mi had passed by, reached out and took the pillow and hugged it in his arms.

It’s not that he has any fetishes, but there are still some traces and fragrance of Natsumi on it, as if he can hug the pillow and hold the girl.

Chu Zihang's heart has never been so empty, so empty that it makes people panic. He wished he would go to find the girl now and want to go to the five-star hotel where she stayed.

But...

What are you going to do and say when you look for her?

Could it be that you still say a lot of unnecessary nonsense like yesterday?

I am a boring person. I can't find any interesting topics or tell any jokes. Could it be that I asked my junior sister to stare blankly with him?

As he thought about it, Chu Zihang sat up, leaned against the pillow and looked up at the white texture on the edge of the ceiling, and stared silently.

He sighed and touched the wound on his body, as if it was no longer painful.

Chu Zihang began to move his muscles and bones. It would be no good for him to lie down like this, life lies in exercise.

At this time, he saw a note falling on the bedside table, which was a yellow shorthand sticker.

"Senior brother, I have something to do. Let's leave first. I will come to you when I have time. Of course, you can also go to me to play. Remember to give me my favor to my junior sister!"

The signature is painted with a little cat head, and Xia Mi's unique signature...

Chu Zihang packed Xia Mi's note. As soon as he got out of bed, the noise from the aunts came from outside the door, and it seemed that the group of aunts had also woken up.

Instead of going to his mother's room directly, he went to the bathroom first. He slowly pulled off the bandage from his body in the bathroom. The bandage was stained with blood. When the coagulated blood was torn together with the flesh, fresh blood was still pouring out of it.

Chu Zihang's brows frowned slightly. He slowly tore off the bandage, and red blood spilled out from the wound. He simply poured alcohol and iodine to clean the wound, and then wrapped it with new gauze and bandage.

After a simple wound treatment, Chu Zihang's face turned slightly white. He used hot water to clean the blood stains in the bathroom, and threw the bloody bandage into a black plastic bag and packed it away, as if nothing had happened.

He returned to his room and opened the calendar. Today is July 16th...

"I actually lie in bed for so long." Chu Zihang stared at the calendar and looked at it.

He came to the closet, changed himself into a short-sleeved pair, and paired it with a pair of water-blue denim mid-trousers, and went to his mother's room.

At this time, the room was still very low with air conditioning, the table was filled with wine bottles, and cans were scattered on the ground, and the aunts still looked like they were playful.

Seeing Chu Zihang, these aunts teased them with a smile.

"Zihang, your little girlfriend left this morning."

"What a beautiful little girl, you must cherish it."

Chu Zihang stared at the group of aunts who ignored their image and said coldly: "That girl is not my girlfriend yet."

"If it doesn't, you won't chase it. The boy won't take the initiative? I think that child is pretty good. It's so affectionate to guard you when you are injured."

"Yes, not everyone can do it when you stay with you for a few days."

Chu Zihang stood dumbly at the door, stammering like a bamboo pole. He didn't know anything when he was unconscious, and Xia Mi just mentioned that she slept very little.

It is hard to imagine that a girl who loves to play and tell jokes like her would stare at Chu Zihang who was unconscious for so long. He was bored and would not move his mouth when he was unconscious. That extremely simple face would probably be even more boring. Boring and boring all turned into boring.

Xia Mi never seemed to owe him anything. The two of them had only met once, and Chu Zihang didn't understand anything worthy of her deep affection.

"Mom, have you drunk your milk?"

Chu Zihang decided not to think about this problem for the time being. Love is too complicated, so Chu Zihang needs to find time alone to sort out his thoughts.

"Not yet."

"I'll do it for you."

The beautiful mother sat on the sofa wrapped in a blanket, her hair was messy and her makeup was covered with everywhere. However, Chu Zihang turned around without hesitation to warm the milk for her mother.

He knew what kind of person his mother was. Even his grandmother said that her mother was a heartless little girl who couldn't grow up. She had to remind others of everything before she could do it after she was done. She was a spoiled girl.

However, the mother is lucky, and beautiful girls will be favored by God. In the past, a father took care of her mother's life, but now that Chu Zihang has grown up, he can also take care of her mother's daily life.

Everything he did for his mother now was what his father did for his mother at the beginning, and he just followed his father's appearance to take care of his mother.

In his eyes, his father was a man who stood up and down, a mountain range that sheltered from wind and rain, not just an ordinary driver.

He is not a coward, never.

"Oh, Zihang is so considerate, he is such an irresistible boy!"

"I'm a little envious of that girl. If I could be twenty years younger, I would definitely pursue Zihang too!"

"Hmph, you just think beautifully. This is my son. You old women also want old cows to eat tender grass!" My mother was proud.

She muttered to Chu Zihang when Chu Zihang was very young, "Zihang, you have to grow up quickly to protect your mother. It was really not easy for mother to give birth to you back then. It hurts. Grow up quickly!"

Time flies. When I recall those things again, my mother's face was filled with happiness. She seemed to have never thought that Chu Zihang was also the child of her first husband, as if that man had been forgotten.

Or it has never existed.

...

Late at night, the lights in the presidential suite were faintly on, and Yuan Chiu sat on the bed while reading the "Shan Hai Jing" while yawning.

Since he came back, he has begun to make up for Chinese cultural knowledge, from classical Chinese classics to humanistic styles on the roadside, and even folk songs.

Of course, what he couldn't understand was, are those folk songs really good?

Like folk songs from northern Shaanxi, those tall and stubble men were covered with stubble, wrapped in Xintianyou, driving mules in their hands, and a long whip was swaying in the air, making whip sounds one after another. The mule pulled the cart forward, and the man sat in the cart and sang loudly at the top of his voice. The sound could echo on the loess of thousands of ravines for a long time.

Although it has very local characteristics, if it is specially used to listen, it will be a bit monotonous and boring.

However, when there is no one, it is very good to sing a few times to relieve your mood.

As for classical Chinese...

Yuan Zhinu thought that she had a very high level of education, but her learning ability was pretty good. However, after reading classical Chinese, Yuan Zhinu suddenly felt that the language of the Eighteen Kingdoms was not that difficult to learn.

I don’t know every word of this book, and I even have to check the comments. The source of a passage of a young girl can read for twenty minutes.

He stared at the words, and the words looked at him, and he stared at him with big eyes. You don’t know me, I don’t know you either, and I don’t know you either. It made people stretch their necks to stare.

Even if you translate some texts, you even think that the sentence seems to be unsmooth. After checking, you will find out that there is a strange grammar of inverted stakes at the back of the attribution.

I have to say that reading this kind of classical Chinese book is really a test of endurance.

Like "The descendants of Emperor Gaoyang, my emperor is called Boyong."

You can just say that you are a descendant of Gaoyang clan. You can make a "Xi" here and a "Xi" there.

As for the following, "She Tizhen was in Meng Zuoxi, but Gengyin I surrendered" it was even more confusing. The beginning of "Li Sao" made people want to beat people, but they couldn't even read it, let alone understand it. They even asked people to recite the full text!

Fortunately, he jumped into the river, otherwise it would be a disaster for him to write another song "Don't Slut".

When reading this kind of book, Yuan Chinnv thought of the book boys who had their hair tied up in costume movies. They sat at the desk, shaking their heads while reading. It was probably not pretending, but it was really dizzy and dazed. It was much more comfortable to watch such things.

When Yuan Chinniao was having a headache reading, the door of the presidential suite was pushed open, and a sneaky head came in, Yuan Chinniao turned her head with the flow.

"Hey, senior brother, you haven't slept yet!"

Xia Mi looked at Yuan Chiu Nu who was lying on the bed and reading. Yuan Chiu Nu shrugged. Xia Mi walked in from outside, with a little dust on her body.

"What are you going out? Come back so late?"

"Something...private matter...hehe!"

Xia Mi smiled. She was holding her body and gently, trying to sneak upstairs while Yuan Zhinu didn't notice, but was still stopped by Yuan Zhinu.

"Why are you so much dust on you? You're fighting?"

"No, there is no, the downstairs is renovating, and it just happened to be a little dust." Xia Mi shook her hand and pointed downstairs.

Yuan Zhinu squinted her eyes. Is this excuse too inferior? It’s already one o’clock in the morning. Have the decoration workers not got off work yet?

How dedicated is this? Did the boss give him three times the overtime pay or double the project payment?

"Senior brother, I'm going to take a shower. You are not allowed to peek!"

Xia Mi hurried upstairs, Yuan Chinen sat up from the bed and stared at Xia Mi's figure who was going upstairs.

Xia Mi was so strange today.

Many places reveal strangeness, but there is a smell of wanting to cover up.

Yuan Chinun had never peeked at Xia Mi taking a bath, but Xia Mi said this instead aroused Yuan Chinun's curiosity.

Isn’t this saying “There is no silver here and three hundred taels” just to tell Yuan Zhinu loudly, “Come and come and come, it’s a fool if you don’t look at it!”

Of course, Yuan Zhinu is not a fool, so he is hesitating whether to go and take a look.

But what if Xia Mi is really taking a shower?
Chapter completed!