Xiang Wan did not have a fever as expected.
The next day, I ate two big bowls of fried rice with egg and was full of energy.
Yu Zhou was very impressed with her good health, and of course he also felt that this was due to his prompt care.
Because she was caught in the rain yesterday, Yu Zhou kindly let her take a day off today. She didn't have to practice dubbing anymore, and the cultural courses she had prepared were also temporarily put on hold.
But she didn't understand. Since she felt that Xiang Wan was destined to go back, why did she always have to do this and that? Wouldn't it be better to be a tourist
No. Coming to modern society, feeling the rapid development of technology and the fast-paced life of human beings, one should strive to learn more knowledge and skills. Knowledge is power, and knowledge is her best souvenir!
I'm so excited, I shouldn't use an exclamation mark at the end.
In the afternoon, Yu Zhou received a reply to the WeChat message he sent yesterday.
She read these few short lines again and again, then walked around her bedroom, sat on the bay window and read, then wandered to the living room, glanced at Xiang Wan, and sat down at the dining table to read.
Half an hour later, she finally came to Xiang Wan and said in a heavy voice, "Wan Wan, I have something to tell you."
"Speaking."
"It's like this," Yu Zhou prepared himself mentally, "There was thunder yesterday, and you didn't show any signs of coming back. I lay in bed, thinking about it for a long time. I think we can't try it like a headless fly. We have to confirm some things first."
"Last month, when I taught you how to use the iPad, you asked me to help you look up information about your parents' lives. Didn't we search online? During your father's reign, the emperor was incompetent and the right prime minister liked to make trouble, so basically all the records were about the right prime minister's chicken and mushroom affairs. There aren't many records about your father, except that he proposed a few measures to promote agriculture."
"Um."
"There is no record about your mother, and even less about you."
Xiang Wan looked at her quietly.
"But I have a friend who works at the National Museum. They have some internal information and some information packages. You can buy them with money. I asked her to buy one and help me check it out."
"It cost me 50 yuan," Yu Zhou added.
She smiled at Wan.
When she smiled, Yu Zhou felt a little embarrassed, as if she was particularly concerned about the 50 yuan.
She cleared her throat and continued, "Guess what happened?"
"I, I guess..." Xiang Wan thought.
"Hey, I don't mean to ask you to guess. This is just a gag. You should say, 'What's up?'"
"How?"
"Sure enough, I found you!" Yu Zhou raised her voice with trembling eyebrows. She felt that she should be confronted with a gavel.
Xiang Wan was startled and looked at her with a complicated expression.
"But," Yu Zhou switched to a sad tone with a rich expression, "There is only one sentence about you. Xiang Axi, the daughter of the left prime minister..."
"Died at the age of eighteen."
She gradually restrained her amusing descriptions; these few words made her heart waver.
Xiang Wan was also stunned.
Wanwan meowed in the silence between the two.
"The Yongzheng Dynasty" was playing on TV. The clarion call of history sounded low. All the ministers came to the emperor's house and prostrated themselves on the ground, shouting, "Long live the emperor!"