After coming out of the bathroom, Yu Zhou was still in shock. Even though she claimed to be a calm person, this matter was really beyond her scope.
Luckily, she is a novelist, and luckily, she is only 25. If it was her mother facing Xiang Wan today, she would probably have a heart attack.
Speaking of which, Yu Zhou still felt a little excited.
She has always felt that she should not be so mediocre. She has always felt that she should be someone who can do great things.
In other words, there must always be some secrets that are different from ordinary people.
After failing in his attempt to lie to his classmates in the fourth grade that he was the Sailor Moon on a secret visit to the human world, Yu Zhou gradually began to realize the true meaning of life.
The true meaning of life is to gradually accept your own ordinariness.
The appearance of the weird Xiang Wan added fuel to her boring and tedious days. The reason why she didn't call the police was that, on the one hand, she really didn't dare, and on the other hand, the soul of the resurrected middle school girl was shining.
Time travel, so cool.
So she wiped her head, turned a corner and looked at Xiang Wan in the living room.
He was still sitting upright, with his head shaking very slightly.
Yu Zhou went over to say hello: "Is your waist okay?"
"Ah?" Xiang Wan raised his eyes.
Washing away the fatigue and chaos, Yu Zhou leaned against the hallway to look at her. She really looked like an ancient person, looking at people with a look that seemed to be hesitant to speak, first tapping the ground, then slowly lifting it up.
Few modern people are so reserved. The last time I saw such a radiant look on TV was in the 1987 version of "Dream of Red Mansions".
"Take a shower?" Yu Zhou paused, "Uh, take a bath."
Xiang Wan was somewhat surprised and stood up to salute: "Thank you, Miss."
"That's not necessary." Yu Zhou was also brought up with a literary manner, and raised his hand to stop her, "Don't bow to me in the future, I won't reply."
"yes."
"Come here." Yu Zhou walked through the corridor in slippers and opened the first door on the right. There was a bathroom with separate wet and dry areas, a marble sink and a wall-mounted toilet, and a shower room inside.
Xiang Wan walked in hesitantly, stepped on the water-absorbing foot mat, then stepped on the small tiles, and looked up inadvertently, and saw his clear reflection on the wall.
Her pupils suddenly dilated and she stared at the mirror in a daze.
"Mirror, don't be afraid." Yu Zhou took off the shower head and tested the temperature with his hand while explaining.
Mirrors also existed in the Joseon Dynasty, but they were bronze mirrors that could only reflect a shadow vaguely, not so much. Xiang Wan tilted her head to the left, and the tassels hit her hair. She looked up in the mirror, and even the movement of her eyelashes was clear.
She leaned to the right again, and the kingfisher feathers swayed, appearing lifelike.
Her eye bags were piled up, and she looked at herself in the mirror with her lips curled up shyly. Her eyes were bright and her teeth were white, shining like clouds.
Xiang Wan looked up at the small lamp above his head. The lamp was very beautiful and colorful, making the person in the mirror look like he was in a fairyland.
"The future..." she murmured, feeling the future so concretely for the first time.
It was a fairyland that could not be depicted by a master of painting, and a blissful emptiness that could not be expressed in poetry and songs. Especially at this moment, the heat came from the glass, and the image of her in the mirror was half blurred, like a dream. She moved closer, and her nose almost fell in love with the cold mirror. She touched it lightly, and then retracted it.