Dragon Clan: Restart your life

Chapter 96 Kassel Love Story (2)

The next morning.

The cell phone rang.

The man who sank into the soft pillow reached out his hand to fumble in confusion. When he opened it, he found a text message.

"Are you coming to the library? I have something to ask you. Chu Zihang."

Lu Mingfei woke up instantly, and a carp jumped up from the bed, making a lot of noise. Unfortunately, the hero Fingel was sleeping on the upper bunk. As long as he didn't play the hero song, he could continue to sleep like a dead pig.

Facing the movement on the lower bunk, Fingel hummed and licked the corners of his mouth, as if he was thinking about something, then turned over and continued to sleep.

Suddenly, the cell phone alert rang again.

Lu Mingfei picked it up and saw that it was another text message from his senior brother.

"Sorry, something unexpected happened. Can I meet you in the afternoon? I'll be waiting for you in the library at one o'clock in the afternoon. Chu Zihang."

Lu Mingfei rubbed the newly grown stubble on his chin, thoughtfully.

Senior brother actually sent him an invitation first, but postponed it later?

No, you have to go to the library and check it out!

He hummed a hero song and walked to the bathroom to wash up. He was going to go to the cafeteria to enjoy a sumptuous breakfast before going to the library to catch a traitor.

…

The skylight fell on the table through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Chu Zihang put down his mobile phone, turned to look out the window, and waved.

A girl who was brighter than the sky was tall and graceful, with a graceful figure, a hopeful smile, and she flashed the thermos bucket in her hand at him.

One minute later.

"What is this?" Chu Zihang watched Xia Mi put the thermos bucket on the table.

"Tremella soup, Tremella soup, I added your favorite sweet-scented osmanthus!" Xia Mi's tone was full of show off, and his face seemed to have "praise me, praise me, praise me" written all over it.

Chu Zihang's Adam's apple twitched, and he swallowed the words "food is not allowed in the library" again.

He has always had a strong learning ability, and he has become more or less aware of which situations are inappropriate to say and which words are inappropriate.

The girl came to you with great interest and brought carefully prepared delicacies. You were still struggling with the rules of not allowing food to be brought into the library. That was no longer a disgrace to the scenery, but rather hopeless.

Speaking of it, Chu Zihang always felt that he was nothing like his father. His face was inherited from his mother's genes, and her mother was naturally beautiful.

Of course, my father is not bad either, otherwise there would be no reason why I could get my mother in the first place.

This aspect of character is purely acquired.

Thanks to his family's native environment, Chu Zihang learned to be independent at a very young age. After all, his mother always urged Zihang to grow up quickly. When he grows up, he can protect his mother...

If that man were here now, he could definitely talk about this bowl of white fungus soup, praise the girl in a roundabout way, and make the girl laugh so hard.

It's a pity that he didn't inherit this talent. Instead, he went in the opposite direction to his father, and seemed a bit dull emotionally.

Chu Zihang took the spoon and ate the white fungus soup one spoonful at a time.

"Is it delicious?" Xia Mi narrowed his eyes.

"Very good." Chu Zihang said dryly.

He subconsciously withdrew his professional comment of "too much sugar and sweet-scented osmanthus".

"How do you know that I like sugar-osmanthus the most?" Chu Zihang suddenly remembered.

"Guess." Xia Mi made a face.

Chu Zihang was very cooperative and immediately fell into deep thought.

He was thinking about when these personal privacy issues were leaked.

To be honest, he never told anyone... No, Lu Mingfei got the news from some unknown source, so it was his junior brother who said it?

"Oh, have you really forgotten?" Xia Mi wrinkled his nose and pouted, "I served you a bowl of white fungus soup when you came to my house before. I prepared it for a long time for that time, but unfortunately... It didn’t satisfy you.”

Chu Zihang was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses and said seriously: "I'm sorry, today's white fungus soup is very delicious."

He lowered his head and took a spoonful of the white fungus soup from the thermos bucket into his mouth.

The greatest respect you can pay to someone who prepares delicious food for you is to eat it all.

For example, before returning to school, his mother personally cooked the dumplings for him. Unfortunately, those dumplings were so anti-human that he couldn’t eat them. Otherwise, no matter how unpalatable they were, Chu Zihang would have swallowed them by force. At most, he would have drank more water or washed himself. A stomach.

He had had breakfast before coming to the library, which consisted of fried double eggs and bread with butter. Fortunately, he was used to being half full, so he still had some room for this bowl of white fungus soup.

Xia Mi put his chin in his hands and said with a smile, "As long as you like it, I'll make it for you tomorrow!"

"Then...can you put less sugar in it?"

"Hmph, there is indeed a problem!"

"No...no, it's just...a bit sweet." Chu Zihang was a little embarrassed.

"There's no need to hide it from me. I'm cooking it for you. If you insist on eating it even though it's not delicious just to deal with me, I'll be sad." Xia Mi sighed, "You bring it up for me. Your opinion is just a contribution to the improvement of my cooking skills!"

"I put too much rock sugar." Chu Zihang said honestly.

"Roger that, sir!" Corporal Xia Mi saluted solemnly and began to reflect on himself, "I added rock sugar and sweet-scented osmanthus. I may not have controlled the amount well. I'll add less rock sugar tomorrow."

"Trouble."

"No trouble."

The early morning sunshine was quiet and soft, and there were few people coming and going in the library. The staff lazily stayed behind the bar and dozed.

Chu Zihang lowered his head and was busy disposing of the white fungus soup in the thermos bucket. In addition to the aroma of the white fungus soup, there was also the very familiar scent of Xia Mi on the tip of his nose, like sunshine and rain.

"Senior brother, were you happy when you were a child?" Xia Mi looked sideways at the window and murmured.

hapiness?

This is an extremely complex term that is difficult to define.

Chu Zihang's hand holding the spoon paused.

Some pictures in my mind flickered on and off, as if there was a movie playing on an old crank projector——

It was many years ago. In that small shabby house with only a dozen square meters, men were crawling everywhere, a boy was riding on the man's shoulders and shouting "drive, drive, drive", and there was a beautiful woman surrounding the gas stove. In a hurry...

It's really hard to imagine that I still have such a lively side, but it seems that as I grow up, I become less and less like myself...

"Senior brother, did I bring back some bad memories for you?" Xia Mi carefully observed his expression.

Chu Zihang suddenly came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and whispered: "No, it has nothing to do with you, I just accidentally remembered something forgotten in the corner..."

He was silent for a while and said softly: "My parents divorced when I was very young. Before they divorced, my family was very poor, but I felt very happy at that time. Later, they divorced. Mom He took me to my stepfather's house, and my stepfather... he promised that my mother would be good to me, and he is a man of his word, and I am very grateful to him."

Xia Mi asked cautiously: "After your mother remarried, do you feel unhappy?"

"It's not that I'm unhappy..." Chu Zihang paused, "Well, it's true that I can't say that I'm happy. Although my family suddenly became rich and the house they lived in was more than ten times the size of before, the hole in my heart was filled by money and the house. It won’t work.”

"Oh!" Xia Mi nodded desperately, as if she wanted to show that she understood what he meant.

Looking at Xia Mi, who was unusually silly, Chu Zihang suddenly said: "Can you imagine me saying dirty words or making harsh words?"

Xia Mi's eyes widened, he thought for a while, then shook his head and said:

"No, I remember when the opponent fouled me on the basketball court, senior brother, you just raised your hand and called the referee stupidly, right? At that time, there were people behind your back saying that you couldn't afford to play and you would only complain!"

"But it's okay, I scolded him for you!"

She smiled and shook her head, just like a cat waiting for her owner's praise.

Chu Zihang laughed silently and continued: "But I really can say it. I used to hate my father and couldn't understand his choices. You haven't seen him. That man is always playful and smiling, and he often makes promises but can't keep them. He didn't look like a father at all. I hated him very much at that time, so I often vented my negative emotions to him. You can't see that I got angry and lost my temper because there was someone who bore all my negative emotions, and that person was me. My father. He is like a trash can filled with the garbage I made..."

"At that time, I used the most harsh and mean words I could imagine to prick him. Some of the words I may have regretted as soon as I said them, but at that time, I just wanted to see the frustrated or angry side of that man..."

He suddenly fell silent.

The air was condensed and the temperature dropped sharply. Xia Mi stared blankly at the boy with confused eyes.

"Later I found out that it turned out to be 'sorry for the misfortune and anger for the inability to fight'... It's really funny. As a son, I am angry that my father does not strive for the happiness he deserves..."

He lowered his head and spoke softly.

"Stop!" A clear and serious voice sounded.

Chu Zihang looked up blankly and found Xia Mi standing up, holding the table with both hands, looking at him with stern and serious eyes.

She suddenly reached out her hand, grabbed his face and rubbed it vigorously, completely disrupting his bad demeanor and returning him to his original facial paralysis.

"It still looks comfortable like this." Xia Mi clapped her hands with satisfaction, as if she had just completed a face-making game and made a face that satisfied her.

"Just a little bit!" Xia Mi made a face at him again, "Okay, okay, it's all my fault. I didn't want to bring up these unhappy past events for you. I just wanted to use this topic to lure you into another world. A topic.”

"...What topic?"

"Have you...ever thought about what you want your home to look like in the future?" Xia Mi sat down again, her eyelashes twitching slightly.

"What's the meaning?"

Chu Zihang frowned, not understanding the meaning of these words at all, as if he was playing a song to a cow.

Xia Mi smiled, "I had already guessed this would be the case" on his face.

"Have you ever played that kind of dress-up game? In addition to matching clothes, there is also room matching and decorating your own room. I especially like this kind of game when I am at home alone."

"I often think that when I graduate one day and earn money from work, I will buy a big house and decorate it myself."

"I will make the kitchen open and buy an oven so that I can bake cakes myself when I have nothing to do. I am a little expert in the kitchen!"

Xia Mi counted on her fingers and smiled brightly. She turned her head and looked at the paulownia trees outside the window, her eyes full of daydreams about the future.

"I plan to buy a Japanese-style tatami for the living room, and it must have a full sunroom and a balcony with a view. There will also be a hanging chair with a swing installed on the balcony. I like to look at the sky in the distance. It is so wonderful to sit on the hanging chair and look into the distance. Awesome! Occasionally I can wear a bohemian dress and sleep lazily on it…”

"Maybe we can install two hanging chairs on the balcony." Chu Zihang suddenly said.

"Eh?" Xia Mi turned around, his big eyes flashing under his slightly trembling eyelashes, "Why two?"

Chu Zihang suddenly fell into embarrassment.

He didn't know why he spoke suddenly, but the scene described by Xia Mi subconsciously appeared in his mind, and he always felt that the back of the girl sitting alone on the hanging chair on the balcony felt a little lonely...

Xia Mi smiled and hummed twice, but did not continue to ask further.

She knew that even if she kept asking, this idiot wouldn't be able to give her the answer she wanted.

She lay on the table and continued:

"I like lavender very much, so I will buy lavender patterns for the curtains and tablecloths in the room, and I will buy a round one for the bathtub. The important thing is that it is big! I like taking a bath the most!"

"Oh yes, there are floor-to-ceiling windows! My future rooms must have huge floor-to-ceiling windows. When I wake up in the morning and open the curtains, the sunlight will hit my face. It's like embracing the world. I love this feeling!"

Speaking of excitement, the girl raised her head, waved her hands in the air, and her face turned reddish.

She said she not only imagined the color and style of the bathtub, but also the style of the shower head.

She also said that the house does not have to be big, but it must be filled with bright lights of all kinds. She hates darkness and hopes that when she goes home every day, her home can be brightly lit to welcome her, so that even if the world outside No matter how dark it is, there will always be a light to accompany her at home...

She also said that including the orientation and location of the refrigerator, the location of the microwave, oven, cupboards...

Or the color and placement of bathroom towels, the style of toothbrush cups, the brand of toothbrush and toothpaste...

She had thought about all the bits and pieces, not missing a single thing, and she had arranged the appropriate position for them.

She really spent a long time creating her ideal "home".

When she said this, the longing and lingering in her eyes almost melted everything.

Chu Zihang couldn't say anything, so he could only be a quiet listener, listening to the girl tell her dream.

As he listened, Chu Zihang thought of a picture for no reason -

…

The world was dark except for the house behind him, which was brightly lit, like a lighthouse on the sea.

Xia Mi was sitting on the balcony chair in a bohemian dress. The wind blew her hair and the bells tied to her ankles. She hummed the song "Falling slowly" softly. .

And there was another man sitting on the hanging chair next to her...

…

Chu Zihang suddenly shuddered.

Unreasonable fear consumed him.

He wanted to say something, but found that he was really too stupid with his mouth. He didn't inherit a single bit of that man's "excellent" genes, and he couldn't think of what to say at this time.

"Senior brother, have you ever thought about decorating your house like this in the future?" Xia Mi raised his head and asked.

"No." He replied muffledly.

"That's it... then if you think about it later, you must tell me." Xia Mi tilted his head and said.

"Okay." Chu Zihang lowered his head and put the last spoonful of white fungus soup into his mouth, saying dryly that he had completed the task, "I've finished eating. It's delicious."

"Sir, congratulations on winning the prize. You won another bowl. The reward will be delivered tomorrow. Please check it carefully!" the girl said solemnly.

After that, she took the thermos bucket, waved her hand and said, "Okay, okay, you can continue reading, I will go back later."

Chu Zihang's mood was indescribably complicated. He didn't know what was wrong with him, so he could only lower his head and force himself to immerse himself in the ocean of books.

He didn't notice that Xia Mi just sat quietly opposite him after packing up the thermos bucket.

The hot sunlight penetrated the paulownia trees on the roadside, was filtered by the floor-to-ceiling windows and sprinkled on her long shawl hair, while gold-plated dust lingered in the air.

The girl held her chin with her hands, her lips curved in an unpredictable and shallow arc, as if she was smiling evilly, but she also had a quiet and peaceful temperament.

Chen Motong was right yesterday. How could Su Qian win against such a girl?

No one can beat her!

When she likes someone, nothing in the world can match the brilliance she exudes. She is simply invincible, like a goddess of war on the battlefield, and her only enemy is the boy she likes.

Just like this moment.

There was only the figure of the boy in her clear eyes.

Nothing else.

This morning.

This tranquility and beauty.

This pair of men and women sit at the table.

The time is lazy, and the fleeting time is also enjoyable.

…

The man leaning against the corner raised his head, looked at the white catkins flying in the air, and grinned.

He put his hands in his pockets, hummed the Irish music, and walked out of the library.

"We've still got time..."

We still have enough time...