Luo Jingyu added four new WeChat friends. She briefly looked through their Moments and found that Zhao Qingqing and Xiao Xie were both still in school. Sometimes they would complain about being too tired from schoolwork, and sometimes they would post photos of their dates. Their lives seemed simple and beautiful.
Most of the messages were forwarded by Luo Xinran, and Pipixia’s circle of friends was magical to Luo Jingyu, with all kinds of strange texts and dark pictures. In selfies, sometimes there was only one eye, with messy hair hanging down; sometimes it was a close-up of the lower half of the face, with a circle of stubble around the lips and a cigarette in the mouth.
There is a selfie taken after working out. Mantis is looking at himself in the mirror shirtless. He is sweating all over, his abdominal muscles are clearly visible, and his eyes are filled with disdain.
Luo Jingyu: “…”
This guy seemed to look down on everything, even more arrogant than Ji Hongzhe. Luo Jingyu had never seen a boy like this before, and couldn't help but touch her belly. Her abdominal muscles... I haven't exercised for almost two months, and it seems... indeed... maybe... really... not that obvious.
Fortunately, he didn't grow a belly.
Luo Xinran came to chat with Luo Jingyu, and the two clinked bottles of wine, asking Zhanxi to translate. Luo Xinran was very interested in Luo Jingyu's work, so Zhanxi simply told her about it. Luo Xinran sighed: "It really is a 360-line job. I have never heard of embossing before."
She chatted with Zhan Xi for a few more sentences. Luo Jingyu knew that the girls wanted to whisper to each other, so she just lowered her head to look at her phone and didn't read their lips.
Luo Xinran asked Zhan Xi: "Does your mother know about your affairs?"
"Not yet. I don't want to tell her yet." Zhan Xi said, "My relationship with her has been bad recently. She ruined my job transfer. I really... She will definitely object if she knows about Xiaoyu. I want to find a suitable opportunity to tell her. Then I may tell my dad first."
Luo Xinran asked: "Will your father agree?"
"I don't know, but at least my dad doesn't lose his temper." Zhan Xi said seriously, "Xinran, Xiaoyu is really good. Don't keep focusing on the fact that he can't hear. Once I learn sign language better, my communication with him will be smoother. There is no problem now. Um... No, there has been no problem from the beginning to the end. I have been talking to him very well since the beginning."
Luo Xinran smiled and said, "I didn't stare at him and he didn't hear it. Neither would Pipi Xia. We were just talking about it. You and Xiaoyu are a good match. He really has a good temper and is always smiling."
Zhan Xi also laughed: "In fact, his temper is a bit like my dad's, very gentle, but my dad is a little timid. Well, don't tell me, I think my dad will like Xiaoyu very much after he understands what kind of person he is. My mom is not like that. It's hard for her to change her mind once she has made up her mind. She is like that with my sister-in-law. If she doesn't like someone, she will always dislike him and find fault with him. My brother didn't even say a word to help my sister-in-law. I won't be like that. If my mom dares to bully Xiaoyu, I will rebel against her!"
Luo Xinran laughed to death: "I really can't imagine you rebelling!"
"I have to rebel. If reason doesn't make sense, I can only use action to show my position." Zhan Xi curled his lips, raised his head and took a sip of beer, "I'm not going to spend my whole life with my mother. It's not all for Xiaoyu, it's also for myself. I'm really tired of this kind of life. You don't know how broken I was last month! It's the feeling of working hard for so long, and suddenly being stabbed in the back by the person closest to me when I'm just about to succeed. She even said it was for my own good. I almost wanted to vomit! Fortunately, Xiaoyu was with me. He supported all my decisions and never said you can't do this or that. Ah! I may have PTSD. What annoys me most now is that others tell me what you should and shouldn't do. I just want to say, it's none of your business!"
“Hahahahahahaha…” Luo Xinran burst into laughter and clinked glasses with Zhan Xi again, “Come on! Cheers to ‘None of Your Business’!”
"Cheers!" Zhan Xi also laughed.
Luo Xinran walked away, Zhan Xi turned to look at Luo Jingyu, who just raised her head and looked at her with concern.
"I'm fine. Come on, let's clink bottles again." Zhan Xi and Luo Jingyu clinked their bottles together. "By the way, how many bottles did you drink?"
Luo Jingyu pointed to the wine bottle in her left hand and made a "4" gesture.
"Wow! You drank four bottles?" Zhan Xi exclaimed, "I'm only on my second bottle. You can drink quite well. Your face doesn't even turn red!"
Luo Jingyu secretly drank beer when he was in junior high school. In the small restaurants near the school, classmates had to drink at dinner parties. He also drank white wine and rice wine in high school, but rarely drank after graduation because he was busy making money to support himself. In recent years, he drank even less. There was no drinking companion. Drinking alone at home felt pitiful, like drowning sorrows in alcohol.
It's true that he doesn't get red in the face when he drinks, but that doesn't mean he can drink a lot. In fact, he's already very dizzy at this moment.
In addition to watching everyone sing, Luo Jingyu also played dice with Xiao Xie for a while, playing a bragging game.
Neither Luo Jingyu nor Zhan Xi knew how to do it, so Luo Xinran taught them. After being taught, Luo Jingyu was eager to join the fight. Zhan Xi stood beside him and watched, but did not help to shout.
Luo Jingyu counted the points with his hands, and everyone could understand what the number was. He played very seriously, staring at the dice cup when it was opened, and counting the points on his fingers.
He sometimes wins and sometimes loses. When he wins, he is very happy. When he loses, he will slap his forehead in regret and then drink half a glass of wine consciously.
A lively and enjoyable night came to an end.
Luo Jingyu drank six bottles of beer and three cups of foreign wine mixed with green tea. She walked downstairs with a shaky step. Fortunately, she was not in a state of confusion. She was able to wave goodbye to Luo Xinran and others, and excitedly signed: Goodbye! Happy birthday! Let's play together next time! It's my treat!
Zhan Xi felt both angry and amused when he saw his confused look.
They did not take a taxi home immediately. Luo Jingyu said that she had drunk too much and was afraid of vomiting, so she wanted to take a walk and breathe some fresh air.
Zhan Xi had only drunk two bottles of beer, so it wasn't a big deal, so he took his arm and strolled down the street.
There were few pedestrians in the downtown area at midnight, and the lights on the shop signs were all off, only the neon signs on the top of the buildings were still on. Luo Jingyu walked fairly steadily, occasionally turning his head to look at Zhan Xi, recalling everything that happened that night, all kinds of first-time novel experiences, and making new friends. No one laughed at him, Huan Huan's friends were indeed very good people.
The two didn't chat. After walking for more than ten minutes, Luo Jingyu suddenly stopped and her eyes fell on a light box advertisement at a bus stop.
Zhan Xi followed his gaze and saw that the advertisement was promoting next month's Qiantang Maker Festival, which would be held from July 17 to 19 at the Convention and Exhibition Center. Tickets could be purchased through official accounts and other channels, and there were still a small number of booths available for registration.
Zhan Xi pulled Luo Jingyu's hand, pointed at the light box, and asked him in sign language: Do you want to go
Luo Jingyu's expression unexpectedly became lost. She lowered her eyes and looked pitiful. She didn't answer for a long time.
Zhan Xi signed again: If you want to go, I will go with you.
Luo Jingyu looked at her, shook her head, and said in sign language: I want to participate.
Zhan Xi didn't understand at first. He wanted to participate, so why did he shake his head? Shouldn't he nod
She looked at the advertisement again and saw the words "A small number of booths are available for application." She suddenly realized and asked, "Xiaoyu, you mean you want to sign up to participate! Not just visit?"
This time, Luo Jingyu nodded.
"Then, let's go!" Zhan Xi recited the slogan, "Maker Festival, Technology Whirlwind, Fashion Festival, Sports Pioneer, Live Beauty Show, Handmade Market... Ah! You can participate in the handmade market, right? Then hurry up and sign up!"
Luo Jingyu hesitated for a while, and finally said in sign language: Huanhuan, I want to ask you for a favor.
At about 1 a.m., Luo Jingyu and Zhan Xi, reeking of alcohol, sat side by side at the workbench in Room 1504. Facing Zhan Xi's laptop, Luo Jingyu opened the website of the Creation Festival, and after filling in the information again, the page came to the "Project Introduction".
Zhan Xi leaned over and read the instructions on the page carefully, and immediately understood Xiaoyu's difficulties.
Turning to look at him, Luo Jingyu blushed slightly, pointed helplessly at the blank boxes and the word count introductions on them, and said in sign language: I can't write.
Zhan Xi burst out laughing and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I could have written it for you. It's not a difficult task. I know the industry introduction. I wrote it last time. You have to tell me the content of the presentation and your resume. I can't make it up."
Luo Jingyu frowned and asked: Tomorrow
Zhan Xi shook his head: Today, now.
Luo Jingyu looked puzzled: Aren't you tired? You have to go to work tomorrow.
Not tired. Zhan Xi leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, then said, "The registration deadline is coming soon, so we have to submit it early. Anyway, I have nothing to do at work now, and I still have two days of annual leave to take. I can take a day off tomorrow, so let's get this done now, don't delay it."
Luo Jingyu thought about it and nodded in agreement.
They spent half an hour communicating. Luo Jingyu used sign language and mobile phone to tell Zhan Xi about her ideas for the exhibition, and also told her about her experience in learning embossing and making embossing products over the years.
Zhan Xi took a pen and wrote on the paper. After the paper was full, he said, "It's almost done. I'll add some more content according to my own ideas. You go take a shower first. I'll start writing now."
Luo Jingyu was unwilling and shook her head: I'll accompany you.
Zhan Xi smiled and touched his face: "Are you trying to supervise me? Are you worried that I won't write about you well enough? Okay, you can go to the sofa and take a rest. I will ask you if I don't understand something while I am writing."
Luo Jingyu didn't object anymore and sat down on the sofa obediently. The gift had been curled up on the sofa. When it saw him coming, it jumped onto his lap, and Luo Jingyu hugged it.
Zhan Xi didn't waste any more time, opened the document and started writing in order.
She actually already knew a lot about hot stamping. She had looked up information out of curiosity and had written a long essay for Fang Xu last time, so she wrote the "Industry Introduction" very smoothly.
Regarding Luo Jingyu's resume, Zhan Xi used his literary talent to praise him to the highest heaven.
Just... should I write that he is deaf? She thought about it for a long time, but finally decided not to write it.
This is a double-edged sword. It may make it easier for him to pass the registration, but it may also make him be eliminated directly because of this reason. God knows what kind of mentality the organizer's reviewers have towards disabled people. Zhan Xi doesn't want to gamble, and Luo Jingyu doesn't need to play the victim.
The most difficult part was the "display content", 1,000 words! Luo Jingyu's idea was relatively simple. Zhan Xi held his chin and thought carefully. He always felt that there was no highlight and it seemed not particularly competitive compared to other booths.
But the hot stamping technique is obviously beautiful and unique, and it shouldn't be so common. After thinking about it, a light bulb popped up in Zhan Xi's head. She caught the inspiration and thought it through more thoroughly. She jumped up and ran to the sofa to ask Luo Jingyu.
As a result, Xiaoyu had fallen asleep on the sofa.
Zhan Xi looked at him with a smile. The gift lay on his belly. The man and the cat were snoring one after another and sleeping soundly.
The air conditioner was on in the living room. Zhan Xi was afraid that Xiaoyu would catch a cold, so he put the gift on the bed, brought an air-conditioning blanket from the bedroom to cover Luo Jingyu, and stuffed a thin pillow behind his head.
She sat back at the table, ignoring Luo Jingyu's opinion, and began to write according to her own ideas.
It was not until 4:30 in the morning that she finally finished writing. After pasting it on the web page, Zhan Xi changed the contact person and phone number to her own and clicked the registration submission button.
Xiaoyu is such a fool. What if the other party calls him? If he can't answer the phone, then the deal will fail.
After finishing, Zhan Xi went to the sofa to see Luo Jingyu. He was sleeping very soundly and turned over, leaning against the sofa back. Zhan Xi patted his arm, but there was no response. She thought about it and decided to let him sleep on the sofa for one night.
Anyway, it will be dawn soon.
Zhan Xi stood up, stretched, yawned, then bent over and gave Luo Jingyu a kiss on the cheek, saying, "Xiao Yu, I'm going back to sleep. See you at noon."
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It was around 6 o'clock in the morning when Luo Jingyu woke up. He did not wake up on his own initiative. He fell off the sofa when he turned over. He suddenly woke up when he was about to hit the ground. The thought of self-protection came to his mind, so he did not feel much pain from the fall, but was just startled.
He got up from the ground with a confused look on his face, picked up the blanket and looked at it, then walked to the sliding door and opened the floor-length curtains. It was already bright outside.
Luo Jingyu walked to the workbench. Zhan Xi's computer was closed. There was a note for him next to it:
Little fish,
I have submitted my application, don't worry. ^_^
I’m telling you that the registration phone number has been changed to mine, in case you can’t answer the call.
I'm on vacation today, so I'll come to your place for lunch. I want to eat curry chicken.
—Huan Huan
Luo Jingyu read the note several times, and as she read it, she couldn't help laughing.
He took his clothes and went to the master bathroom to take a shower. After taking off his clothes, he stood in front of the mirror and observed himself.
Pipixia has a really good figure. Although he is not as tall as him, he has strong arms, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He looks like the kind of guy who spends years in the gym lifting weights, just like Xiaozhe.
Luo Jingyu had thin muscles, but fortunately, she had a big frame, so she didn't look too pretty. He bent his arms to look at his biceps, then tightened his abdomen and poked his barely noticeable abdominal muscles with his fingers, thinking back to the nude photo of Pipixia, and felt that he had lost a lot.
Huanhuan wanted to feel his abdominal muscles when she was in Shanghai! Thinking of this, Luo Jingyu couldn't help but feel discouraged.
Huanhuan definitely likes boys with abdominal muscles!
Luo Jingyu wondered if he should also get a gym membership
After the "self-examination", he brushed his teeth first. After spitting out the foamy water, he raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror again. He pressed his fingers on his throat to make his vocal cords vibrate, and opened his mouth to make a sound: "h, h, h, h..."
This was a compulsory lesson every day. No one helped him correct his pronunciation. Luo Jingyu could only practice based on his own feelings and memory. He was afraid that he would forget it if he didn't practice for too long. The next time he continued to learn to speak from Huanhuan, if he couldn't say "h", Huanhuan would definitely laugh at him.
After practicing for a while, he finally walked into the shower room.
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During the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, Zhan Xi said she would not go home, so Chi Guilan called her crying again. Zhan Xi comforted her and said she would go home after finding a new job.
Weiwei's final exam is over. Qin Fei posted the child's final report card on her Moments. All the grades were excellent. Zhan Xi happily clicked the "like" button.
She called Zhan Jie, who said that he had met Weiwei once in June and originally wanted to take his son to see an animated movie, but Weiwei didn't want to go. The father and son only had one meal together, and Weiwei clamored to go home to see his mother.
Zhan Xi complained in his heart: What were you doing a few years ago
Zhan Jie asked her, "You're not going home for the Dragon Boat Festival, do you want to come over to my place for a meal?"
"No." Zhan Xi said, "If I go, I'll have to cook for you, and maybe even help you clean up, so I won't go."
Zhan Jie: “…”
Luo Jingyu went back to his parents' home alone. Yan Yajuan asked him nervously how he and his girlfriend were getting along. Luo Jingyu said that they were getting along very well and their relationship was very stable.
Yan Yajuan asked when she could bring the girl home to meet her, and Luo Jingyu said it was too early and he would bring her home when the time came.
After her sister and brother-in-law came, Luo Jingyu learned a piece of mixed news, that is - Luo Xiaomei was pregnant.
She and Gao Yuan consulted the chief physician of the Genetics and Prenatal Diagnosis Center of a tertiary hospital in Qiantang, and made an appointment to do genetic testing of the fetus after 17 weeks of pregnancy.
Compared to the nervousness of Luo Jingyu and her parents, Luo Xiaomei was more relaxed. She smiled and signed to her brother: Don't worry, there's no use worrying. It's a matter of luck. Let's wait until the results come out.
Luo Jingyu really wanted to ask her sister, if the child also has the heterozygous mutation of the deafness gene, what will she do? Abort? It's already 17 weeks!
I thought about it for a long time but still didn't ask.
Yan Yajuan made a lot of rice dumplings, and Luo Jingyu brought them back. She also cooked two egg yolk and fresh meat dumplings for Zhan Xi to eat.
Zhan Xi was eating delicious rice dumplings and asked him if he could make them. Luo Jingyu said yes. Zhan Xi then asked him if he could make dumplings. Luo Jingyu said yes, too. Zhan Xi was curious and asked him what other delicious food he could make.
This time, Luo Jingyu answered using her mobile phone: Spring rolls, mooncakes with pickled mustard tuber and fresh meat, xiaolongbao, brown sugar rice cakes, egg dumplings, and so many more that I can’t list them all.
All in all, he can make all the snacks that Qiantang people like to eat. Zhan Xi's mouth is watering and he feels that he will have a great feast in the future.
After the Dragon Boat Festival, Zhan Xi took his last day of annual leave, and Tiancai Moliang followed Luo Jingyu to Mr. Chi Jiang's house. They were going to install cherry trees, and Zhan Xi helped with sign language translation.
The Ikejiang couple lives in a detached villa far away from the city. The whole house is decorated in Japanese style, which is clean, elegant and warm.
Mr. Chi Jiang works in the company and entrusted Dong Cheng with full authority to handle this matter. Luo Jingyu and Zhan Xi met Dong Cheng in the villa. Dong Cheng looked at them with a smile. Luo Jingyu and Zhan Xi did not hold hands, but they still felt uneasy when he looked at them.
Dong Cheng saw that they were uncomfortable and said with a smile, "Don't be so shy. I know you two are in love. You are in your twenties, not those two kids. Why are you hiding?"
Luo Jingyu, Zhan Xi: "..."
Zhong Peng, Mo Yang: “?”
The cherry tree is installed under the corridor in the yard. The yard is very large. Mr. Ikee did some renovations in the past few months and cleared out the space for the tree. He built a small scenery so that the tree is not exposed to rain but is illuminated by natural light, making it easy to appreciate.
Everyone got busy. Xiao Li first set up the tree trunk. Some bumps and bumps had to be repaired on the spot. Zhong Peng and Mo Yang had installation experience before, so they seemed much more experienced this time.
Mrs. Chi Jiang was at home, accompanied by the nanny. She stood in the yard watching Luo Jingyu and others install the equipment. After watching for a while, she walked up to Dong Cheng and spoke a few words to him in Japanese.
After Dong Cheng communicated with her, he called Zhan Xi to find Luo Jingyu.
Luo Jingyu was sitting on a tall ladder arranging branches. Zhan Xi looked up and signed to him: Xiaoyu, the lady asks you if you can help her make a embossed flower now
Luo Jingyu was surprised: Now
Zhan Xi: Yes, she said that no one had made flowers with her for a long time, and knowing that you can do it, she wanted to invite you to join her.
Zhong Peng also saw Zhan Xi's sign language and gestured to Luo Jingyu on another ladder: Senior brother, you go, Xiao Mo and I can handle it.
Mo Yang was below, also nodding heavily at Luo Jingyu.
Luo Jingyu climbed down and followed Dong Cheng into the house.
Mrs. Ikee is a senior embossing enthusiast. She has a study room at home dedicated to this and has a full set of embossing tools.
The study room had good lighting and was made of tatami. Dong Cheng and Mrs. Chi Jiang communicated in Japanese and then left. Before leaving, he patted Luo Jingyu on the shoulder as encouragement.
Luo Jingyu walked in wearing socks and looked at Mrs. Chi Jiang with some restraint.
This was the first time he met Mrs. Chi Jiang. This fifty-year-old middle-aged woman was thin and had a kind face. She was wearing a comfortable knitted thin sweater and cotton and linen trousers. Her long, slightly curly hair was scattered on her shoulders. She bowed to Luo Jingyu and asked him to sit down.
Luo Jingyu sat down at the table, and Mrs. Chi Jiang made him a cup of hot tea, and took out the tools and materials and spread them on the table. She looked very happy, smiling with curved eyebrows, and took out her own embossing works to show Luo Jingyu.
She knew Luo Jingyu couldn't hear, but she didn't mind. It was like she had met a close friend.
Luo Jingyu carefully looked at Mrs. Chi Jiang's embossing works. The level was very good and she was considered professional among enthusiasts. He gave Mrs. Chi Jiang a thumbs up sincerely.
Mrs. Chi Jiang was even happier. She opened a Japanese book on embossing flowers and pointed out a flower to Luo Jingyu. Luo Jingyu took a look and found that it was a Cordyceps sinensis flower!
Luo Jingyu: “…”
Sign language all over the world is universal at certain times. Mrs. Chi Jiang pointed at herself, then pointed at the picture, shook her hand with regret, then pointed at Luo Jingyu, then pointed at the picture, and her eyes instantly changed to expectation.
Luo Jingyu couldn't help laughing. He had just learned this. If he hadn't learned it before, how embarrassing it would be! He nodded to Mrs. Chi Jiang and gestured "OK". Mrs. Chi Jiang was immediately delighted. She spoke a bunch of Japanese and clapped her hands excitedly.
Zhan Xi and Dong Cheng stood side by side in the yard, looking up at Zhong Peng and the other two climbing up and down, busy as he was.
Dong Cheng suddenly spoke up: "Mrs. Chi Jiang is ill and has been receiving treatment for the past few years. I don't know how long she can still watch this cherry tree."
Zhan Xi was startled and turned to look at him.
At this time, the Japanese nanny came out and called Dong Cheng. After listening to her, Dong Cheng said to Zhan Xi: "Let's go. We still have to start working. Go and help them with translation. It seems that some parts are more difficult and you can't learn them just by watching."
Zhan Xi and Dong Cheng also entered the study. Luo Jingyu looked up and saw them, with an apologetic look on her face.
The pine cordyceps flower itself was difficult. He could not understand Mrs. Chijiang's lip language at all, and Mrs. Chijiang could not understand sign language either. The two of them stared at each other and talked incoherently for a long time, but they could not go on and had to seek help from outside.
With the help of Dong Cheng and Zhan Xi, the teaching finally went smoothly. Luo Jingyu used sign language to Zhan Xi, Zhan Xi translated to Dong Cheng, and Dong Cheng translated to Mrs. Chi Jiang in Japanese.
In this way, the four of them sat at the desk for a long time, until lunch time, when the dyeing was completed.
The nanny prepared a sumptuous Japanese lunch for everyone. After the meal, Zhong Peng and the other two continued to work, and the embossing teaching in the study also continued in an orderly manner.
Zhan Xi liked to watch Luo Jingyu using the hot trowel to emboss flowers. She was so focused and immersed in it wholeheartedly. He never seemed to feel bored and only enjoyed it.
Mrs. Chi Jiang also looked at him with admiration, and sometimes exchanged a few words with Dong Cheng. Dong Cheng said to Zhan Xi: "Madam said that Mr. Luo is very professional, and is on par with her embossing teacher in Japan."
Zhan Xi was grinning from ear to ear. Her Xiaoyu is already very good and professional! She is one of the top 10 in China! Luo Jingyu, the master of hot stamping!
However, during the process of teaching embossing, Zhan Xi thought of a problem. Xiaoyu can't speak. If he goes to participate in the Creation Festival and the three-day interest experience session, how should he explain it to the guests
Mrs. Chijiang has experience, but the guests at the Maker Festival are all beginners. The trowel is very hot, and it would be dangerous for someone who has never used it before to try it for the first time. How can Xiaoyu ensure the safety of the guests? There are so many steps in the whole process, and we can't let the guests understand and experience it all by themselves, right
This question is very crucial. Zhan Xi kept it in mind and thought about discussing it with Xiaoyu when he got back.
Towards evening, the Cordyceps sinensis flowers in the study were completed, and the cherry trees under the corridor in the yard were also beginning to take shape.
Luo Jingyu didn't rest and immediately went to the yard to help Zhong Peng and Mo Yang make the final adjustments to their looks.
Zhan Xi didn't disturb him. Mrs. Chi Jiang gave her a cup of matcha ice cream. She sat on the porch, scooping the ice cream and watching him from a distance.
Luo Jingyu is really fascinating when he works. He is so handsome when he is ironing flowers, installing petals, and even when he is training people with sign language!
His eyes were calm and resolute, and his attitude towards his work was almost harsh. If Zhan Xi saw no flaws in a place, he would use sign language to tell Zhong Peng that the proportions here were wrong, that place was too messy and lacked aesthetic appeal, and then he would make the adjustments himself while letting the two children learn by the way.
A word came to Zhan Xi’s mind—craftsman spirit.
I'm probably talking about people like Luo Jingyu.
From morning to night, the sky gradually darkened.
Another two hours later, the cherry tree was finally installed.
In this early summer season, there are gorgeous clouds in the distant sky, and nearby, trees full of pink cherry blossoms are in full bloom under a Japanese-style eaves corridor, making Zhan Xi feel as if time and space are confused.
Mrs. Ikee stared at the tree blankly and shed tears of emotion.
She repeatedly expressed her gratitude to Luo Jingyu and others and wanted to invite them to dinner, but Luo Jingyu declined. Dong Cheng then arranged a seven-seater commercial vehicle to take them home.
Xiao Li sat in the passenger seat. Luo Jingyu said that the two children had a harder time that day, so she let them sit in the most comfortable seats in the second row, and he and Zhan Xi sat in the last row.
The return trip took an hour and a half, and everyone was very tired. On the way back, the two children were sleeping soundly on the seats. Luo Jingyu looked out the window and chatted with Zhan Xi at first, but gradually, his head began to droop.
Zhan Xi looked at him, trying not to laugh. When he pecked at the rice like a chicken again, she sat up straight, put her arm around his head and let him lean on her shoulder.
Luo Jingyu narrowed his eyes, Zhan Xi held his hand tightly, and scratched his palm soothingly. Luo Jingyu seemed to have found the most comfortable position, and finally closed his eyes in relaxation, and fell asleep on Zhan Xi's shoulder.