After eating, Zhong Mingwei urged Ah Chou to move the bedding and pillows, and Ah Chou shyly rolled up the bedding. After being hugged into the room, Zhong Mingwei stared at the loose straw mat in her hand and suddenly his face darkened.
Ah Chou hurriedly said, "I'm going to throw it away."
Zhong Mingwei didn't speak, but his complexion improved a lot. Apparently agreeing with Ah Chou's words, A Chou had no choice but to put the bedding on the bed. Then he went out with the straw mat again. It's just that she, a little stingy, was really willing to throw away the straw mat. She tiptoedly carried the straw mat back to the original room, rolled it up and placed it against the wall. In order not to be discovered by Zhong Mingwei, she specially put the straw mat behind the door.
Ah Chou hooked his lips proudly for his wit, such a good mat. She won't throw it away. Maybe it will be useful in the future.
When A Chou returned to his room, Zhong Mingwei had already sat on Kang Yan'er, and waved to A Chou: "Girl, put me on the bed."
"Are you going to sleep on the bed?" A Chou looked surprised. "Didn't you sleep on the kang all the time? You don't need to change places. I'll just sleep on the bed."
"Come and help me." Zhong Mingwei didn't want to talk nonsense with her, so he repeated it again.
"That's fine." Ah Chou could only nod his head and paused. He said again, "Wait a minute, I'll make the bed for you."
Ah Chou climbed onto the bed while talking. She spread out the rolled mattress, and when she was about to get out of bed after the mattress was laid out, she just remembered that the blanket on this bed belonged to her, and immediately became embarrassed, and was about to get out of bed and go to the kang When picking up Zhong Mingwei's quilt, he heard the man behind him say: "It's all the same."
"Oh." Ah Chou replied softly, and didn't change the bedding anymore, but he was muttering in his heart, it's the same everywhere, sleep on the bedding you've slept on, cover the quilt you've covered, I can sleep anywhere Got it
But A Chou obviously worried too much. After she washed the dishes and boiled hot water to wash the two of them, her sleepy eyelids were already fighting. She helped Zhong Mingwei onto the bed, and climbed up again. After getting off the kang, she lay on Zhong Mingwei's pillow and covered Zhong Mingwei's quilt, and she didn't feel any pressure at all, so she just fell into a drowsy sleep.
Zhong Mingwei couldn't sleep anymore. The clothes on the bottom bunk exuded the smell of Ah Chou's body. It wasn't a scent, but that kind of inexplicable girlish smell. For Zhong Mingwei, it was really confusing, especially in the dead of night, especially when Ah Chou was lying on the kang not far from him.
The candle was still on, and the flame was jumping and jumping, very much like Zhong Mingwei's heartbeat at this moment. He slowly turned his head, and when he saw the girl's sleeping face, he was too busy to look away.
"Pfft!" Zhong Mingwei blew out the candle.
"Zhong Mingwei." In the darkness, Zhong Mingwei heard the girl's vague voice, which seemed to be raving, as if it was right next to his ear.
"What's wrong?" Zhong Mingwei's temples throbbed violently.
"You... you don't read anymore?" Ah Chou's voice became more vague, followed by the sound of turning over, "Why, why did you turn on the lamp so early?"
In the darkness, Zhong Mingwei took a deep breath and let it out gently.
"I won't watch it, I'll watch it tomorrow." After a while, Zhong Mingwei said softly.
"Oh, when will you be free... read the stories in the book to me..." Ah Chou's voice became softer, and he could hardly articulate in the end, "I like... listening to stories..."
"Okay, I'll read it to you," Zhong Mingwei said softly, with an unusual tenderness in every word, "However, we have to wait until you grow up."
August 15th, the thirty-second year of Jiasheng.
capital.
Compassionate Palace.
The Empress Dowager has always been practicing on Wutai Mountain, and she never goes down the mountain easily, so this is the first time in ten years that the Empress Dowager celebrates the Mid-Autumn Festival in the palace, and Long Live God naturally attaches great importance to it, so on this day, Long Live God Zhong Zhiheng is in the Palace of Compassion Had the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner with the Empress Dowager. As for the other empresses and princes, although they were eagerly looking forward to coming, the Lord Long Live had issued an order early in the morning, saying that this year's Mid-Autumn Festival would only be spent with the Empress Dowager, mother and son, which naturally hurt a lot of people who had dressed up early. Ninety pussies.