"Convenience store downstairs?" He walked to the entrance of the study and asked her.
"Well, otherwise it won't be enough to plug in a lamp..."
"Okay, got it."
As he spoke, he had already turned around.
When he closed the door, Shi Yi realized that he had still treated him as a guest just now.
But he had obviously regarded himself as the male host.
She held her hands on the desk, and she felt an unreal sense of happiness. After returning from Wuzhen, some things are changing, but the details are clearly visible. It didn't mean the skin-to-skin dating between men and women, but...More, she felt that he cared about himself.
Like once, the way he cared about himself.
Although he can't remember it anymore.
In addition to being passionate about scientific research and economics, but lacking interest in everything else, this man began to protect himself and began to look like an ordinary man. He would naturally direct himself to buy daily necessities... She was holding a white rag. , Rubbing every corner of the study room, after a while, slowly squatted down and looked at the history books at the bottom of the bookcase.
Most of them are beautifully decorated and unturned.
It is also true that many of them are bought only once.
Seeing this, she thought of the paper in the magazine in her bag, found it, put it in a new folder, and put it very carefully on top of the book. Regarding this memory, she doesn't know how long it will take to write, but hopes that she will not forget too much and can record it as detailed as possible.
Those, about him, only she knew.
After eating some cold vegetables and noodles in scallion oil for dinner, he went into the study.
Shi Yi himself took a few sheets of paper on the small table on the balcony to construct the chronology of this book, and a few hours passed. She worked from afternoon to late at night, until 11 o'clock, and didn't feel sleepy. She was still quiet in the study, so she went to put some snacks on the porcelain plate, knocked on the door, and pushed it away.
Zhou Shengchen seemed to be accustomed to someone. He looked back at her for a few seconds before he came back from work: "Are you sleepy?"
"No," she walked in and put a snack and a cup of hot milk in front of him, "I'm afraid you are hungry. If you are hungry, eat some, or drink milk if you are not hungry?"
He laughed, picked up the cup, and took a sip of milk.
Put it down and drag the empty chair around: "Sit here, I will talk to you for a while."
She hummed and sat down.
Although the statement is a bit strange, but the meaning is always to accompany her, it is probably because she feels a little left out the whole night.
Two people were talking gossip, and he opened his private mailbox casually.
Very neatly organized.
She saw a special folder called "Shiyi" in the names of more than a dozen people, and immediately thought of the days when emails came and went with him. There hasn't been any other way of communication for most of the year, and she was discouraged at the time. But now that I understand him, think about it again, this is the way he is accustomed to communication.
It's very straightforward, and the response time can be chosen independently.
It's especially efficient in handling personal relationships...
Zhou Shengchen suddenly asked her: "Seeing this line of words, can you find something similar?"
Shi Yi glanced at his computer, and there was only one line on the word:
One calyx red, two-color lotus, three-step music, four garden bamboo, five-gengling, six-yaoling, Qiniangzi, eight paiman, nine-zhangji, October peach, Baiyijiao, thousand-year tune.
She knew it, and laughed: "This is the name of the word brand, but the person who listed it is also quite interesting."
"Have you come up with anything similar?"
Shi Yi thought for a while, but there was something in the Chinese medicine: "A little bit of red, two-leaf rule, triangular grass, four seasons green, five astringent, Liuhe song... Aesculus, octagonal maple, nine li xiang, ten ash scattered... Um, Baicao Frost, Thousand Days Red."
"It's all Chinese medicine?" He didn't expect her to use Chinese medicine to deal with it.
She nodded.
He quickly wrote down her answer and pasted it in the email reply.
Soon he typed another line: This is the answer given by the time.
"Who to send it to?" She asked curiously when she saw him write her name.
"Mei Xing," he laughed, "he always likes to send this stuff in groups for entertainment."
She thought of that man, well, it was in line with that person's temperament.
Zhou Shengchen finished the milk and closed the computer: "I leave at four in the morning, do you have work tomorrow? Or rest at home?"
"No job..." She picked up the empty glass. "Me and Meilin told me... I'm on my honeymoon."
"Honeymoon," he groaned slightly, and smiled to himself, "it is indeed a honeymoon."
It's so quiet at night.
He simply affirmed. And she looked at him and her face became hot inexplicably.
The seventh month of the lunar calendar is the ghost month.
Because of the special nature of this month, Zhou's family has access control at night. It is not convenient for Zhou Shengchen to travel between Zhenjiang and Shanghai late at night. Shiyi took a one-month vacation and lived in an old house in Zhenjiang. Meilin sighed with emotion, ridiculing her that she simply went to live as a young grandmother and should not continue to stay in Shanghai. Anyway, this kind of big city with feasting and beautiful clothes is not suitable for the scientific young man in her family.
She laughed and said nothing.
Although I went back with him on the weekends of the previous few weeks and lived and accompany him, it always felt like air.
Maybe their family really likes things like fame, including Xiaoren, who has a good relationship with her, and they only call her Miss Shiyi politely in front of others. The only good news is that his mother was not in the country during this time.
The mobile signal in that place is not good. She just surfs the Internet in the room at night and uses a fixed phone to contact her family and friends.