Mei Xing is a very talkative person, but also very scary. As he talked about the topic, he involved stories about various ghosts and ghosts, and he also "thoughtfully" connected with the building of this old house of Zhou's family.
"That library—" He said a few things, and finally got to the library.
"Stop, stop," Zhou Wenxing was originally leaning on Shiyi, and immediately sat up, "Can't say the library."
Mei Xing was strange: "Why can't you say?"
"My sister-in-law's favorite place to go," Zhou Wenxing stopped him very seriously, "If you say, she doesn't dare to go in the future, what should I do."
Mei Xing glanced at the time unexpectedly.
She thought for a while, and said carefully: "Don't talk about it anymore, I'm afraid I won't dare to go."
"I have read a lot of the books there," Mei Xing said with emotion, "it seems that no one has read it for many years."
Shiyi thought for a while, and indeed, although it was spotlessly cleaned, it did not have any popularity.
Zhou Wenxing sat cross-legged on the sofa, picked up the teacup in front of him, and sipped his mouth: "Do you like ancient literature? You should have been born in our family. I think your brothers and sisters actually don't like this much."
Mei Xing sneered, eyes deep: "Yes, it's really not much."
"At the beginning of last month, did anyone solve the problem you asked?"
"topic?"
Zhou Wenxing reminded him: "It was a string of lyric names that you sent to everyone in a group. I asked you what this is for later, and you quietly told me that it will be the first test question for choosing your wife in the future."
Shi Yi heard this and thought of the question she helped Zhou Shengchen answer.
She was stunned, Yu Guang went to see Zhou Shengchen.
The latter obviously did not hear, and was still looking at what was in his hand.
Mei Xing coughed slightly: "That's a joke."
"No one has the answer?" Wen Xing asked tentatively.
"Um... Yes," Mei Xing tapped the arm of the wooden chair unconsciously with his finger, "Your sister-in-law."
"The time is right?" Wen Xing was surprised at first.
Shi Yi explained quickly: "I just helped Zhou Shengchen answer casually."
Wen Xing tilted his head slightly, and whispered: "You are far worse than my brother. Don't covet my sister-in-law."
She was joking, but Mei Xing coughed, and his eyes beckoned the little sister not to talk nonsense.
Shi Yi was also a little embarrassed and moved.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Shengchen noticed, finally leaving the computer.
"I'll make tea for you."
"Let Lian Sui go soaking?" He suggested in a low voice.
"I'm going." She moved his arm away and went to make tea for them herself.
When it was nearly nine o'clock, there were only two of them left.
It's still the accustomed way of getting along, but there are occasional conversations when resting.
Shi Yi still thought about his rejection of gods, Buddhas and ghosts during the day. On the recliner, he read a little nervously, perhaps because he turned over too many times, which caught his attention.
Zhou Shengchen walked over, sat on one side of her recliner, with her hands on both sides, and asked her in a low voice, "Is there something on my mind?"
"No," she exhaled, "just thinking about it."
"What do you think?"
"I believe in things like gods and Buddhas, will you be unhappy?"
He suddenly smiled: "You asked me this question, in May."
It's really memorable. It seemed that it was really the first time to accompany his mother to the incense.
At that time, he was standing outside the hall and didn't mean to enter, and then told her that he was a complete atheist.
She looked at him, thought for a while, and changed the subject: "It's really hard for you. I still pour... the'elders' every day."
Zhou Shengchen laughed and touched her face with his fingers: "No matter how persistent you are, you can't escape the relationship between people. Sometimes it's not difficult to make a small step for the people around you."
She hummed, letting him rub her face with her hands.
"What's more, it's just pouring wine." He lowered his head and moved closer. "It's much easier than pouring reagents in the laboratory."
Some are self-deprecating, some are jokes.
The interior is a warm wall lamp, and the exterior is a lantern. She was sitting next to the window and could see a string of lanterns flush with her line of sight, but at this moment, the person in front of her blocked the scenery.
On the day before and after the Zhongyuan Ghost Festival, the lights are not turned off at the Zhou family night.
Three nights in a row, bright all night.
Such a place seems to be able to block time.
It is not clear which dynasty and which generation is, and who is the last name or the first name.
"I want to give you something, what do you want?" His voice was slightly lower.
The light was the cause of trouble, it was still late at night, and his rich book atmosphere was masked a lot, and most of his face was covered with light, which made her feel so familiar. In fact, apart from the clear eyes, there is nothing in common anymore.