Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 96 Kassel Love Story ([-])
The next morning.

The phone rang once.

The man who fell into the soft pillow stretched out his hands in a daze, and opened it to see that it was a text message.

"Is the library coming? I want to consult you about something. Chu Zihang."

Lu Mingfei woke up in an instant, a carp rolled and jumped up from the bed, there was a lot of movement, but it was a pity that the hero Fingel fell asleep on the upper bunk, as long as he didn't play the hero song, he could continue to sleep like a dead pig.

Facing the movement of the lower bunk, Fingel snorted, licked the corner of his mouth, seemed to be meditating on something, turned over and continued to sleep.

Suddenly, the phone rang again.

Lu Mingfei picked it up and saw it was another text message from his senior brother.

"Sorry, something happened. Can I see you this afternoon? I'll wait for you in the library at one o'clock in the afternoon. Chu Zihang."

Lu Mingfei stroked the newly grown stubble on his chin, thoughtful.

The senior brother actually sent him an invitation on the front foot, and then postponed it?

No, I have to go to the library!

He hummed a heroic song, went to the bathroom to wash up, and planned to go to the cafeteria to enjoy a hearty breakfast first, and then went to the library to catch a traitor.

……

……

The sky light fell on the table through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Chu Zihang put down his phone, turned his head to look out the window, and beckoned.

A girl who is more beautiful than the sky is slim, with a graceful figure, smiling hopefully, and shines the thermos in her hand at him.

1 minute later.

"What is this?" Chu Zihang watched as Xia Mi put the thermos on the table.

"Tremella soup, tremella soup, I added your favorite sweet-scented osmanthus!" Xia Mi's tone was full of showing off, and his face seemed to be filled with "Praise me, praise me".

Chu Zihang's Adam's apple twitched, and he swallowed the sentence "Food is not allowed in the library".

His learning ability has always been very strong, and he can already sort out what is not suitable for speaking in which occasions.

The girl came to you with great interest and brought carefully prepared delicacies, but you are still struggling with the rule that you are not allowed to bring food into the library.

Speaking of which, Chu Zihang always felt that he was not like his father at all. His face was inherited from his mother's genes, and his mother was born with beauty.

Of course, my father is not bad, otherwise there would be no reason to get my mother in the first place.

This aspect of character is purely acquired.

Thanks to the family's original environment, Chu Zihang learned to be independent at a very young age. After all, his mother always urged Zihang to grow up quickly, and when he grows up, he can protect his mother...

If that man was present now, he would definitely be able to boast about this bowl of white fungus soup, turn a corner and praise the girl for her goodness, making the girl tremble with laughter.

It's a pity that he didn't inherit this talent, instead he went in the opposite direction with his father, and he seemed a little dull emotionally.

Chu Zihang took the spoon and ate the white fungus soup spoon by spoon.

"Is it delicious?" Xia Mi narrowed his eyes.

"Very good." Chu Zihang said dryly.

He subconsciously withdrew the professional-level evaluation of "adding more sweet-scented osmanthus".

"How do you know that I like sweet-scented osmanthus the most?" Chu Zihang suddenly remembered.

"Guess." Xia Mi grimaced.

Chu Zihang was very cooperative, and immediately fell into deep thought.

He was thinking about when these personal privacy issues were leaked.

Speaking of which, he didn't tell anyone... No, Lu Mingfei got the news from some sources, so it was from his junior brother?

"Oh, you really forgot?" Xia Mi wrinkled his nose and pouted, "I served you a bowl of white fungus soup when you came to my house before. It didn't satisfy you."

Chu Zihang was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses and said seriously: "Sorry, today's white fungus soup is very delicious."

He lowered his head and spooned the tremella soup in the thermos into his mouth.

The greatest respect you can show someone who prepares food for you is to kill it all.

For example, before returning to school, his mother personally cooked the dumplings for him. Unfortunately, those things are really anti-human, and I really can’t eat them. Otherwise, no matter how unpalatable they are, Chu Zihang will forcefully swallow them. a stomach.

Before coming to the library, he had breakfast, which consisted of double fried eggs and buttered bread. Fortunately, he was used to being seven-percent full, so he still had some room for this bowl of white fungus soup.

Xia Mi rested her chin on her hands and said with a smile, "It's fine if you like it, I'll make it for you tomorrow!"

"Then...can you put less sugar?"

"Hmph, sure enough there is still a problem!"

"No... no, it's just... a bit sweet." Chu Zihang was a little embarrassed.

"You don't need to hide it from me. I made it for you to eat. If you insist on eating it to deal with me, I will be sad." Xia Mi sighed, "You brought it up for me. Opinions are to contribute to the improvement of my culinary skills!"

"Too much rock sugar." Chu Zihang said honestly.

"Received, sir!" Corporal Xia Mi saluted solemnly, and began to do self-examination, "I added rock sugar, and sweet-scented osmanthus, maybe I didn't control the amount well, I will add less rock sugar tomorrow."

"It's troublesome."

"No trouble."

The morning sun is quiet and soft, there are few people coming and going in the library, and the staff are lazily dozing off behind the bar.

Chu Zihang lowered his head and was busy solving the white fungus soup in the thermos. In addition to the aroma of the white fungus soup on the tip of his nose, there was also the very familiar aura from Xia Mi, like sunshine and rain.

"Brother, were you happy when you were young?" Xia Mi murmured while looking sideways out of the window.

hapiness?

This is an extremely complex and difficult to define vocabulary.

Chu Zihang paused holding the spoon.

Some images flickered in my mind, as if there was a dilapidated crank projector playing a movie——

It was many years ago. In the small broken house of only a dozen square meters, the man crawled around, the boy rode on the man's shoulder and shouted "drive, drive", and there was a beautiful woman around the gas stove. in a hurry...

It's really unimaginable, I still have such a lively side, it seems that as I grow up, I become less and less like myself...

"Brother, did I bring back some bad memories for you?" Xia Mi carefully observed his expression.

Chu Zihang suddenly came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice: "No, it has nothing to do with you, I just remembered something I forgot in the corner..."

He was silent for a while, and said softly: "My parents divorced when I was very young. Before they divorced, the family was very poor, but I felt very happy at that time. Later they divorced, mom He took me to move to my stepfather's house, stepfather...he promised that my mother would treat me well, he is a man of his word, and I am very grateful to him."

Xia Mi asked cautiously: "After your mother remarried, did you feel unhappy?"

"It's not that I'm unhappy..." Chu Zihang paused, "Well, I really can't say I'm happy. Although my family has money all of a sudden, and the house I live in is more than ten times the size of before, the hole in my heart is filled by money and the house No way."

"Oh!" Xia Mi nodded desperately, as if she wanted to show that she understood what he meant very well.

Looking at Xia Mi who was rarely stupid, Chu Zihang suddenly said: "Can you imagine me saying dirty words, or harsh words?"

Xia Mi widened his eyes, thought for a while, shook his head and said:
"No, I remember when the opponent fouled on the basketball court before, brother, you just stupidly raised your hand and called the referee, right? At that time, there were people who said behind your back that you couldn't afford it and would only complain!"

"But it's okay, I scolded him for you!"

She shook her head with a smile, waiting for her master's compliment like a cat.

Chu Zihang laughed silently, and continued: "But I can really say it. I used to hate my dad very much, and I couldn't understand his choice. You haven't seen him before, that man always has a playful smile, and often promises but can't keep them." I don’t look like a father at all. I hated him very much at the time, so I often vented my negative emotions on him. You can’t see me getting angry and gaffe because someone took all my negative emotions, and this person is me My father. He is like a trash can, filled with the garbage I made..."

"At that time, I stabbed him hard with the most acrimonious words I could imagine. Some words might be regretted as soon as I uttered them, but at that time, I just wanted to see that man show his frustrated or angry side..."

He fell silent suddenly.

As if the air had condensed, the temperature plummeted, and Xia Mi looked at the boy with bewildered eyes in a daze.

"It was only later that I found out that it was 'sorrowful for his misfortune, angry for his incompetence'...It's ridiculous, as a son, he is angry at his father for not striving for the happiness he deserves..."

He lowered his head and said softly.

"Stop!" A clear and serious voice sounded.

Chu Zihang raised his head in a daze, and found that Xia Mi stood up and supported the table with both hands, looking at him seriously with burning eyes.

She stretched out her hand suddenly, grabbed his face and rubbed it vigorously, completely disrupting his bad expression and restoring him to the original qualified facial paralysis.

"It still looks comfortable like this." Xia Mi clapped her hands in satisfaction, as if she had just finished a face pinching game and made a face that satisfied her.

"Slightly slightly!" Xia Mi made another grimace at him, "Okay, okay, it's all my fault, I didn't want to remind you of these unhappy past events, I just wanted to use this topic to lure you into another world. a topic."

"...What topic?"

"Have you... ever thought about what you want to make your home look like in the future?" Xia Mi sat down again, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.

"What do you mean?"

Chu Zihang frowned, completely ignoring the meaning of these words, as if playing a song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" to Niu.

Xia Mi smiled, with a look of "I've already guessed it would be like this".

"Have you ever played that little dress-up game? In addition to matching clothes, there is also a room matching, which is to decorate your own room. When I am alone at home, I especially like this kind of game."

"I often think that when I graduate one day and earn money from work, I will buy a big house and decorate it myself."

"I will make the kitchen open, and I will buy an oven, and bake cakes by myself when I have nothing to do. I am a little kitchen expert!"

Xia Mi counted with her fingers and smiled brightly. She looked sideways at Paulownia outside the window, her eyes full of daydreams about the future.

"I'm going to buy Japanese-style tatami mats for the living room, and there must be a full-range sun room and a viewing balcony. A swing chair should be installed on the balcony. I like to look at the distant sky. Great! Occasionally I can wear a bohemian dress and fall asleep lazily on it…”

"Perhaps we can install two hanging chairs on the balcony." Chu Zihang said suddenly.

"Eh?" Xia Mi turned his head, his big eyes fluttered under his trembling eyelashes, "Why two?"

Chu Zihang suddenly fell into distress.

He didn't know why he spoke suddenly, but the scene Xia Mi described subconsciously appeared in his mind, and he always felt that the back of this girl sitting alone on the hanging chair on the balcony felt a little lonely...

Xia Mi smiled and hummed twice, but did not continue to ask.

She knew that even if she kept asking, this idiot would not be able to give her the answer she wanted.

She lay down on the table and continued:
"I like lavender very much, so I will buy lavender patterns for the curtains and tablecloths in the room, and I will buy round bathtubs, the emphasis is on big! I like bathing the most!"

"By the way, there are floor-to-ceiling windows! My future room must have that kind of huge floor-to-ceiling windows. When I get up in the morning and open the curtains, the sun will rush in. It's like embracing the world. This feeling is super cute!"

Speaking of excitement, the girl raised her head, waved her hands in the air, and her complexion was slightly red.

She said that she not only imagined the color and style of the bathtub, but also the style of the shower.

She also said that the house does not have to be big, but it must be filled with bright lights of all kinds. She hates the dark and hopes that when she goes home every day, the house can be brightly lit to welcome her, so that even if the outside world No matter how dark it is, there will definitely be a lamp to accompany her at home...

She also said that includes the orientation and location of the refrigerator, the location of the microwave, oven, cupboard...

Or the color and placement of bathroom towels, the style of cups for brushing teeth, the brand of toothbrush and toothpaste...

She has thought about all those miscellaneous things, without missing a single thing, and she has arranged a suitable position for them.

She really took a long time to create her ideal "home".

When talking about these things, the longing and lingering in her eyes almost melted everything.

Chu Zihang couldn't intervene, so he could only be a quiet listener, listening to the girl tell her dream.

Listening, Chu Zihang thought of a picture for no reason——

……

The world is dark, only the houses behind are brightly lit, like a lighthouse on the sea.

Xia Mi was wearing a bohemian dress and sitting on a hanging chair on the balcony. The wind blew away her hair and the bell tied to her ankle, and she hummed the song "Falling slowly" softly .

And on the hanging chair beside her, there was another man sitting...

……

Chu Zihang suddenly shivered.

An unreasonable fear consumed him.

He wanted to say something, but found that his mouth was really too stupid, and he didn't inherit any "excellent" genes from that man, so he couldn't think of what to say at this time.

"Brother, have you decided to decorate your house like this in the future?" Xia Mi raised his head and asked.

"No." He muffled back.

"Is that so... After that, when you think about it, you must tell me." Xia Mi tilted his head and said.

"Okay." Chu Zihang put the last spoonful of white fungus soup into his mouth with his head down, and said dryly that he had completed the task, "I'm done, it's delicious."

"Sir, congratulations on winning the lottery. What you won is another bowl. The reward will be delivered tomorrow, please pay attention to check it!" The girl said with a serious look.

After that, she took the thermos, waved her hand and said, "Okay, okay, you can continue reading, I will go back later."

Chu Zihang was in an indescribably complicated mood. He didn't know what was wrong with him, so he could only lower his head and force himself to immerse himself in the ocean of books.

He didn't notice that Xia Mi just sat quietly opposite him after packing up the thermos.

The hot sunlight penetrated the paulownia on the side of the road, was filtered by the floor-to-ceiling windows and sprinkled on her long hair in the shawl, and the gold-plated dust lingered in the air.

The girl rested her cheeks on her hands, her lips were curved, with an unpredictable shallow arc, like a smirk, but she also had a quiet and out-of-this-world aura.

Chen Motong was right yesterday, how could Susie "beat" such a girl?

No one can beat her!

When she likes someone, the whole world can't match the brilliance she exudes, she is invincible, like a goddess of war on the battlefield, her only enemy is the boy she likes.

Just like this moment.

There is only a boy in her clear eyes.

There is nothing else.

this morning.

This peace and beauty.

This pair of men and women sitting at the table.

The time is lazy, and the fleeting time is freehand.

……

……

The man leaning against the corner raised his head, looked at the white catkins flying in the air, and grinned.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets, hummed the Irish music, and walked out of the library.

"We've still got time..."

We still have enough time...

"You've made it now..."

You still have the opportunity to choose...

　Maybe some of you forgot...

　　This song is the episode of Chu Xia watching a movie in junior high school

　　
　
(End of this chapter)