Zhou Shengchen smiled and shook his head lightly: "Recover well and don't think about these things."
"I miss you," Wen Xing pursed his lips, "Also, as for your wedding banquet, I must go, definitely."
"Then raise your body first, and if the indicators are qualified, you will have an operation."
She uttered a soft voice and held Zhou Shengchen's right hand: "Let's postpone the operation... Change other people's hearts, what if, by any chance, I don't love you the most, brother?"
Her tone was a bit coquettish.
Zhou Shengchen's eyes were warm, and he whispered, they were just ordinary doctors' orders.
In the dead of night, when she thought about Wen Xing's words, she always felt a kind of regret in it. She lay on the bed and asked him casually if she knew Wen Xing liked Mei Xing? Zhou Shengchen was not surprised: "I can see it."
"Can you tell?"
He was noncommittal: "It's easy to see, it's like the first time you met me, there was a kind of... surprising feeling."
She uttered, "Go on."
Although pretending not to care, the voice was already light and fluttering.
Zhou Shengchen really analyzed it, "The most difficult thing to conceal is feelings. A girl, who she likes, is very easy to see through. Look at the eyes, look at the movements, and the tone of voice? Almost that, enough to judge."
He was talking about a wide range of female psychology.
But what she associates is that those subtle and careful thoughts were all watched by him as a spectator.
She coughed: "So, someone in the past... Well, I liked you, you just watched."
"Yes, look on," he thought for a while, "or, avoid being alone, so as not to give people false psychological hints."
"Then... What if it is someone who needs a response from you?"
She avoided the three words fiancée.
He chuckled softly, and didn't point out who she was talking about: "Unless it's my wife, I need to respond."
Best answer.
Shi Yi stopped asking, obviously he was satisfied.
But she was worried about Wen Xing's affairs, she was not so keen on being a matchmaker, but since Zhou Shengchen understood it, she wanted to ask more clearly in private. She pulled his sleeve gently: "Then, Mei Xing to Wen Xing..."
"do not know."
"do not know?"
He pondered slightly: "I and him, don't communicate these."
"Ke Wenxing is your sister, so it's okay to be a little concerned."
"The hardest thing in this world is that you love me."
Shi Yi couldn't believe it, this was what Zhou Shengchen could say.
Sure enough, he quickly told her: "This is what Mei Xing said."
Shiyi thought for a while, and suddenly asked him: "What is the alias for the second month of the lunar calendar?"
"Cyan incense."
"How about April?"
"Huai Xu," he smiled, "Why do you suddenly ask this?"
"I'm thinking, isn't it amazing that one person paranoidly asks the other half to like ancient literature?"
He hummed.
She lay on her side next to him, still immersed in the story of Wen Xing's begging for Mei Xing, and noticed that the wall lamp had been turned on. He leaned down and asked in a low voice, "Do you speak Suzhou dialect?"
"Yes," she was a little weird, "I have relatives in Suzhou, who speak Shanghainese, so I can do it when I was young."
Both of them drank some lotus seed heart buds.
While speaking, there is a faint fragrance, and the breath can be smelled.
"In Suzhou dialect, read some poems that I taught you, okay?" He turned his head slightly.
She said okay gently.
Wherever he has been taught, it is clearly his... Wu Ge of the time.
Those ambiguous, or obviously flirting words.
"I'll be slower, if you feel uncomfortable, tell me?"
She hummed, feeling that her body was burning.
Obviously it is thoughtful, so let him say it, which means flirting. But I don't know if it is intentional or unintentional.
She read it to him softly based on her memory, and stopped occasionally when she felt embarrassed. In the evening of early autumn, it was already a bit chilly, and the two of them were tossed in the thin quilt. Although they were sweating, he did not dare to open it rashly for fear that she would catch the cold.
She couldn't read her words gradually, her poems were intermittent, and her thinking was no longer coherent.
…
Before falling asleep, she finally remembered her doubts: "Zhou Shengchen?"
"Um."
"Why should I use Suzhou dialect..."
In the dark, he seemed to be smiling: "Have you ever heard a phrase?'Wu in the drunk li is good, who is the white-haired Weng woman." Wu Yin and Wu chant the Wu songs, which is very interesting."
Suddenly, this word is a famous line to praise Wu Yin.
In Wu language, Su Bai is the softest. Wu Yan said softly, so gentle.