Siheyuan, integrating everything, cultivating the city

"Could it be because of the humid weather these days?" Li Xiangqian quickly speculated in his mind, gently rubbing his scalp with his fingers, and gradually realized that this was not a coincidence. Bugs are not common, especially at home. Li Xiangqian has always paid attention to cleanliness, but this time he actually found bugs on his scalp, which is obviously not normal.

He suppressed his inner anxiety, picked up the shower gel, and applied it to his hair, cleaning his scalp as much as possible. The fragrance of the shampoo spread, slightly taking away some of the anxiety and discomfort, but the itching of the scalp still did not disappear. Li Xiangqian observed carefully and found that every time he rubbed his scalp with his fingertips, a few small black bugs would fall off.

"How could this happen?" He asked himself silently in his heart, and he was a little stunned. After a moment, he finally couldn't help but open the bathroom door, walked out of the bathroom, walked to the mirror, and checked his hair.

At this moment, Xiao Zhao came out of the kitchen. Seeing Li Xiangqian's unusual expression, he was slightly startled: "What's wrong?"

Li Xiangqian subconsciously covered his hair with his hands, raised his head and gave her a bitter smile: "It's okay, it may be the humid weather, my scalp is a little itchy, it's nothing serious."

Xiao Zhao looked at him, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes: "You don't look right, how about I go to the pharmacy and buy some ointment for you?"

"No thanks." Li Xiangqian waved his hand quickly, but he was a little flustered. He had never encountered such a situation before, and now this feeling of uneasiness and strangeness made him feel a little at a loss.

He suppressed his inner anxiety and tried to appear natural: "It's okay, I'll be done with my washing. You go ahead and do your work."

Xiao Zhao nodded and went back to the kitchen. Li Xiangqian stood in front of the mirror, unable to calm down for a long time. The bugs in his hair seemed like some unknown omen, and it seemed that he felt that the irritability that had been accumulated over the past few days had finally found an outlet.

After taking a shower, Li Xiangqian did not eat immediately as usual, but sat on the bed, stroking his hair unconsciously. Whenever his fingertips touched those slightly uncomfortable places, he would feel an inexplicable panic.

He recalled the conversations he had had with Yi Zhonghai, and had an inexplicable sense of foreboding in his heart. Could it be that these series of small anxieties were a reflection of some kind of omen deep in his heart?

"Should I give up that plot of land?" Li Xiangqian asked himself in a low voice. He thought to himself that every choice he had faced in the past few days was like this unknown insect, which seemed to be everywhere and could not be shaken off. This abnormality on his scalp seemed to remind him: Don't make a decision easily, maybe everything is not clear enough.

Li Xiangqian sat on the bed, his fingers continuing to touch his hair unconsciously, the faint itching sensation still not subsided. He felt a little uneasy, the bugs on his scalp seemed to be some kind of inexplicable signal, foreshadowing something was about to happen. His thoughts were like an endless whirlpool, the more he thought about it, the heavier his heart felt. The investment problem of the land, his wife's hidden worries about him, and the abnormality of the uninvited guest on his scalp, intertwined together, making him feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked through the glass at the open space outside the yard. The land seemed to be getting bigger and bigger in front of him, vaguely showing a temptation, but it was bound by some invisible force and could not easily step over. Li Xiangqian was full of contradictions. He knew very well that his hesitation and anxiety at the moment were the consequences of not making a decision. Suddenly, he felt an immense desire to return home and wash away all the anxiety and boredom.

He picked up his phone and looked down at the time. It was already evening. Usually at this time, Xiao Zhao would be heard preparing dinner in the kitchen, but today, it was unusually quiet. His heart moved, and he felt something unusual. He pressed the shortcut key on his phone and called Xiao Zhao.

After the phone rang several times, it was finally connected. But Xiao Zhao's voice did not come from the other end immediately, but there was silence. Li Xiangqian's heart tightened, and anxiety rose again.

"Xiao Zhao?" Li Xiangqian spoke, his voice a little low.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds before Xiao Zhao's voice came: "Are you home?"

"Well, I just got home. What's wrong?" Li Xiangqian frowned, feeling a little uneasy. Could something have happened?

"I had something to do, so I went to the street to buy some things." Xiao Zhao's tone was a little hesitant, and it seemed that he did not intend to reveal more details.

"You went to the street?" Li Xiangqian's doubts gradually deepened. "When did you go? Why didn't you tell me?"

Xiao Zhao paused, his tone still relaxed: "I'm just going to buy some things, it's nothing serious, don't worry. I'll be back soon."

"Where are you now?" Li Xiangqian's heart sank and he couldn't help but ask.

"I... am over there, I'll be right back." Xiao Zhao's voice suddenly became unclear, as if he was avoiding something again.

Li Xiangqian felt uneasy. He couldn't help asking again, "What's wrong with you? Did something happen?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then Xiao Zhao said softly: "It's nothing, it's really nothing, don't worry."

Li Xiangqian's doubts grew even stronger. His intuition told him that there was something hidden in Xiao Zhao's tone. But he didn't dare to show it easily, for fear of putting too much pressure on her. He sighed slightly, barely suppressing his anxiety, "Okay, come back early."

After hanging up the phone, Li Xiangqian stared at the screen of his phone, feeling even more uneasy. He couldn't help but look down at his hair, and the bugs appeared in his mind again. He couldn't help but touch his scalp again, and felt that the itchiness seemed to have not disappeared, but became more obvious. So he couldn't help but want to go home and wash his hair, or rather, take the time to wash his hair to sort out his thoughts.

He pushed open the door and walked out of the room, his steps unconsciously quickening. The courtyard was still quiet, with only a few faint chirping sounds coming from the flowers in the corner. When he reached the kitchen door, Li Xiangqian subconsciously stopped and saw that the kitchen light was on and there was a faint fragrance in the air - this should be the smell of Xiao Zhao preparing to cook.

But the kitchen was empty, with only the cut vegetables and an unlit stove on the counter. Li Xiangqian was stunned for a moment, and an indescribable feeling rose in his heart. Xiao Zhao went to the street to buy things, why hasn't she come back for so long? He couldn't help wondering why she didn't call him to tell him, but instead concealed something?