He is From Great Sea of Stars

Chapter 31: Embroider long poems for you

Gu Zhi originally thought that when Huo Xingchao said to take himself out to play, he was going to a quiet teahouse to drink tea and watch a play, and then look at the scenery.

But even so, she was already very happy.

After all, since the pregnancy, he has been very nervous about this child. If it wasn't for Gu Zhi's boredom, he wouldn't want her to leave the house at all.

The Huo family is a very strange family.

As the leader of the Anhui warlords, Huo Guanghui is very powerful. So far, he has married five concubines.

For so many years, Mrs. Zhengfang and five concubines gave him nine children.

Four daughters, five boys.

The married daughter is fine, there are grandchildren, and there are also many granddaughters.

But the son of the family, the eldest one is almost thirty, and still can't give birth to a child.

Either you can't get pregnant, or you have a miscarriage, just like the Huo family was born without a grandson.

Huo Guanghui is now a grandfather, but he doesn't even have a grandson. Years ago, he was so angry that he slapped the table in front of the whole family, saying that if anyone could give him a grandson, he would retire and enjoy a happy life.

As for how to divide the things in your hands after retirement, huh, can't you hear the words from this sentence?

Although, this is largely just the old man's angry words, and those who retire and do not retire can only believe 30% at most.

But at the very least, the young masters of the Huo family have thoroughly seen the old man's attitude.

- For him, the son who hurts the most is Huo Xingchao, but now the two Huo Xingchao may not be as good as a grandson.

As for why Huo Guanghui loves Huo Xingchao the most.

On the one hand, he is the only son of the original wife, the Sun family, and his identity is inherently more valuable.

Second, it was because Huo Guanghui felt that this son was born to be a father. Regardless of ability or temperament, they are most like themselves.

Huo Xingchao was ranked sixth, with the name Qinglin, and above him were two older sisters and three older brothers. This year is exactly twenty-three.

Before the age of twenty, everyone called him the Fourth Young Master.

The title "Young Commander" was brought up by the young master of the Zhang family, who had been at odds with him since childhood. At first, it was just an obscure term that the other party laughed at him. Later, for some reason, it became more and more widely spread.

Those who have a better relationship with him will naturally call Four Young Master respectfully.

As for the non-friends who are not at odds, as well as most of the common people, they all like to call him "Young Marshal" jokingly.

- And these non-friend factions, which are not rivals, are basically the friendly factions of his brothers and sisters.

The Huo family is like this.

The sons are all grown ups, and they stand in line with each other, and they have a lot of trouble in private, so for so many years, the daughter-in-law has either been aborted or unable to conceive.

Anyone can see how many shady tricks are hidden in it.

That's why Huo Xingchao was so nervous when he found out that Gu Zhi was pregnant.

As early as more than half a month ago, Gu's mother pretended to send her daughter to her aunt's house for a small stay, and told the neighbors that she would not be able to come back until the Chinese New Year.

Almost no one knows about the relationship between Gu Zhi and Huo Sishao except for the Gu family and himself.

But Gu Zhi was in the house all day, almost suffocated to death. Looking at the restrained sky in the courtyard, she couldn't find the inspiration and passion to write poetry at all.

The whole person was a little unhappy.

Today, Huo Xingchao was going to take her out to play. She was so excited when she had breakfast. She sat at the table with a smile, took the porridge from the little girl's hand, and her voice was sweet.

"Fourth Young Master, I'll feed you."

The man glanced at her and smiled, "Why are you so good today?"

Is that so?

The girl blinked and said righteously, "Your hand is injured. As the mother of your child, of course I have to take care of you."

...So you still know that you are the mother of a child.

"Moreover."

She murmured, "You haven't let me out for a month. It's rare to show mercy. I can't repay you."

"Oh."

He raised his eyebrows, with a leisurely indifference in his tone, "I said why I didn't get this treatment before, it turns out that I have resentment in my heart."

"Okay, then you can eat."

"..."

Gu Zhi felt that he looked down on her a little bit.

So she curled her lips and scooped a big mouthful of shredded chicken porridge straight to his mouth, with a gentle tone, "Ah—"

......

Huo Xingchao was stunned when he felt her loving gaze and slightly open mouth.

Then he lowered his eyes and said lightly, "Gu Zhi."

"what?"

"Would you like to give me another bib by the way?"

ah?

The girl was obviously startled, looked at him, and saw that his expression was light, not like he was joking.

So he raised his eyebrows, put down the bowl in his hand, and made a "bang", obviously a little angry,

"I'm not feeding."

"Sister Gu's son is only three years old. He doesn't need bibs anymore. Why are you so troublesome?"

"…"

Huo Xingchao had never admired a few people in his life. After counting them, he still felt that Gu Zhi should be in the first place.

When writing poetry, a single cloud can write seventy-eight lines, sometimes like a cat, now like a dog.

Deliberate word by word, every word has a deep meaning.

But if you talk to her face to face, you say, "Gu Zhi, you are really capable."

She made sure her eyes lit up, and replied shyly and sweetly, "Thank you."

......

Let Huo Xingchao finish his breakfast with his left hand.

Gu Zhi happily got into the car and followed him out to play.

In the past six months, the current situation has been relatively stable, so there are many stalls and hawkers on the street, shouting, selling newspapers, and the noise of pedestrians intertwined.

Looking out from the window, it was very lively.

Gu Zhi passed by several familiar teahouses and theaters along the way, but without seeing Huo Xingchao stop, he turned his head and asked curiously,

"Where are we going?"

The man looked at the newspaper in his hand and replied casually, "Go to the side of the central building."

"Next to the Linzhong Building? Where is the Linzhong Building? Is it a newly opened tea house?"

"of course not."

Huo Xingchao injured a hand, but fortunately, the injury was not too deep, and it was on his arm, and when his sleeve was blocked, he couldn't see anything.

He put down the newspaper and leaned leisurely on the back of the chair, "This time I'll take you to a new place."

But he didn't say where it was.

Gu Zhi didn't expect much at first.

Because she knew that there were only a few places she could go to.

And no matter where you go, you will definitely end up drinking tea and drinking in the box, preferably the kind that doesn't show your face at all.

But she didn't expect that Huo Xingchao would bring himself to the theater with such an undisguised cover.

There is nothing unusual about watching movies.

The key is not to hide it!

When they got off the bus, there were people coming and going on the street in front of the theater, and there were still many people buying tickets at the ticket gate.

It even happened by coincidence that when he walked into the hall, he met an acquaintance—the young master of the Zhang family who had never been very friendly with Huo Xingchao.

He also held a beautiful woman beside him, dressed in a dress, her hair was permed, and she was very fashionable. Zhang Gongzi came over holding the beauty, opened his mouth and shouted with a smile,

"Young Master, you also come to the movies."

Huo Xingchao glanced at him and ignored him.

Young Master Zhang was not annoyed either, his eyes fell on Gu Zhi who was beside him, raised his eyebrows, and said indifferently,

"Yo, it's rare to see a young marshal with a girl next to her. Which lady is this? How come I've never seen it before?"

"This is Gu Zhi."

Huo Xingchao introduced in a light tone, "My fiancee."

"Gu Zhi, this is Zhang Tingyuan."

...? !

Not only Young Master Zhang, but Gu Zhi himself was shocked by this introduction.

But fortunately, her reaction was relatively quick. When the other party was stunned, she smiled and nodded, with a polite tone.

"Hello."

Huo Xingchao had told her how to distinguish between friend and foe.

First, those who call him young marshal are not good people.

Second, people with the surname Zhang basically only cause trouble.

This Zhang Tingyuan occupied two at once, so Gu Zhi fully obeyed the instructions, and his attitude towards him was not very enthusiastic.

Of course, the main reason was the rare opportunity to come out and play, and she was a little anxious to go to the movies.

After Huo Xingchao left with Gu Zhi in his arms, Zhang Tingyuan was still stunned in the same place, rather stupid.

What fiancée?

Where is the fiancée from?

How could he not know when Huo Xingchao found a fiancée?

And why hasn't he seen this girl once?

......It's not because the woman's background is not enough, so this guy cuts first and then plays, right?

no.

Zhang Tingyuan even ignored the beauty beside him and walked out excitedly.

Haha, he has to go and get a credit with the commander.

......

Gu Zhi and Huo Xingchao walked into the screening room inside, holding his hand and approaching him with a bit of gossip, "I saw that woman just now!"

"Where have you seen it?"

"In the movie."

Gu Zhi blinked her eyes and recalled, "It's the heroine in "Little Spring". She plays a dancer. She dances so beautifully. I even wrote a poem for her."

"How did you send it?"

"I sent it to her. She also gave me a poem later, but she either wrote it herself or took two poems."

The little girl sighed, looking rather melancholy, "I think she may have misunderstood."

"How did she get it?"

"She said, I am grateful for your daughter's intentions, and I am ashamed. Can you give my heart to others in the past?"

......

Huo Xingchao was silent for a while, "How did you write that poem?"

"My poetry? I don't remember much."

Gu Zhi frowned and thought for a while, "It seems to be, at the beginning,"

"Gentle, the Luo skirt that you came suddenly,

lightly

Faintly, you seem to frown without frowning,