Not Spare the Years

Since Mu Xueyi moved into Zhou's house, her house in Biyun Lanting has also been idle.

It is estimated that she is going to live in Zhou's family, so she took some time and wanted to go to Biyun Lanting to pack up all the commonly used things and move all of them directly to the old house.

Because of the Zhou family's rules, Zhou Zhenyue had to avoid Mu Xueyi these days, so she couldn't accompany her.

Zhou Zhenyue wanted to send Ge Wei Nong to accompany her, but Ge Wei Nong still had work to do, so he entrusted Lin Keni. Repeatedly reminded to move back to the old house as soon as possible, Mu Xueyi has a rehabilitation course to do this afternoon.

While packing things in the apartment, Lin Keni asked casually:

"Xueyi, how's your foot rehab? Can you walk the red carpet without a cane at the wedding?"

Mu Xueyi stuffed a thick linen pig puppet into the box, knelt down on one knee, and put the cane beside his feet.

"It's getting better every day. Ah Yue is very concerned about rehabilitation. With her supervising me, I should be able to walk normally on the wedding day."

Lin Keni smiled: "You should be having a good time now, right?"

Mu Xueyi frowned, "Of course, I've never been so happy before."

Lin Keni: "That's good."

While talking, Lin Keni pulled out a transparent storage box from the bottom of the cabinet, lifted the dust cloth, and was about to pick up the contents when her eyes stopped.

That's a whole box of...

Risperidone.

In the past year, Mu Xueyi's most frequently used drug for the treatment of mental illness.

Lin Keni curled her fingers, reached in again, picked up a bottle of risperidone, and held it in her palm.

After a long time, she held up the bottle of medicine and asked Mu Xueyi softly, "Do you still have this box of medicine?"

Mu Xueyi turned around and saw the medicine in Lin Keni's hand, her pupils shrank.

"...No," she smiled quickly, "I stopped eating it a long time ago."

"it is good."

Lin Keni threw the bottle of medicine back into the box, closed the box, and wrapped it with wide tape.

After wrapping the box, Lin Keni hesitated and asked carefully:

"Mr. Zhou... Don't you know that you suffered from depression in the past year?"

Mu Xueyi just lowered his head to pack his things and didn't speak.

Lin Keni couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you tell her? Didn't you say that she has the right to know everything about you..."

"That was before." Mu Xueyi interrupted her, "When I just came back, I really wanted to tell her everything."

Lin Keni: "Then why now..."

Mu Xueyi put down the pen holder in his hand, and his shoulders sank.

"Because..." She pursed her lips. "When I wanted to tell her, she told me things like 'don't sell miserably'."

Lin Keni nodded thoughtfully, "Oh, it's just **** off."

"No," Mu Xueyi shook his head firmly, "I'm not mad at her."

Lin Keni moved for a while, but stopped talking.

Mu Xueyi lowered her head with a chuckle and explained, "I've never been angry because of her words. I'm just worried, if she really knew that I was sick, she would definitely remember what she once told me. Saying 'Don't sell miserably'. . . she'll blame herself."

She looked at Lin Keni with a complicated expression.

"What I'm afraid of is that she won't be able to get over the hurdle in her own heart."

After Lin Keni understood the meaning of Mu Xueyi's words, she shook her head with a smile and lifted the box on the ground.

"How much do you like her?"

There is a bit of helplessness in the words, a bit of emotion.

It is how much you like it that when the other party says excessive things, you are only worried that the other party will feel guilty.

...not whether this sentence has caused harm to myself.

Mu Xueyi smiled, and reached for the pen holder for carbon pens that he used to learn to draw before. The white jade ring on his tail finger and the surface of the pen holder made a crisp sound.

"It's just... I like her as much as she likes me."

She shrugged casually and lightly.

Mu Xueyi brought back a lot of things from Biyun Lanting, and spent an afternoon placing those items in his room.

This room was specially cleaned up by the old man in order to divide them.

Spacious, sunny, except for the absence of Ayue, I can't find any faults.

When the easel was being placed, the bedroom door suddenly rang.

Mu Xueyi turned her head and saw Zhou Zhenyue walking in lightly, "shush" to her, motioning her not to speak loudly.

"Ayue," Mu Xueyi lowered her voice obediently, "Why are you here?"

Zhou Zhenyue pointed to the ceiling, "Grandpa is reading upstairs, and the servants are busy preparing dinner. No one is watching at the moment. I'll come and see you."

Mu Xueyi said with a smile: "You always find a gap to sneak here, grandpa will definitely be angry if he finds out."

Zhou Zhenyue walked straight over, took Mu Xueyi into her arms and hugged her tightly, kissing her lips involuntarily.

"What..." Mu Xueyi muttered vaguely.

She struggled twice, but finally let go of her strength and let the other side hold her.

After kissing lingeringly for a while, Zhou Zhenyue finally let go of Mu Xueyi after almost resolving the pain of Acacia for several hours. Holding her and looking around the bedroom, I noticed a lot of furniture in the room.

"Is everything over there moved back?"

Mu Xueyi nodded, "Well. Keni helped me move for a day, and another day I have to invite the two of them to dinner."

Zhou Zhenyue originally wanted to let go, but she moved her hand away a little bit, and felt deeply reluctant to give up. She continued to hug Mu Xueyi's waist, and lowered her head to kiss her ear again.

Mu Xueyi raised her hand to cover Zhou Zhenyue's mouth, and said helplessly: "Grandpa said, your ancestors taught that newcomers should not kiss and hug like this before they get married. You have always been the most disciplined person. Why can't you hold it this time?"

Zhou Zhenyue kissed Mu Xueyi's palm and sighed.

"If you know that you really have to follow such boring rules before marriage, you should get married next year."

Mu Xueyi raised her wrist and looked at her watch.

"It's only 20 minutes since I left the meal," she shook her wrist to Zhou Zhenyue and tilted her head with a smile, "Grandpa will come down for dinner soon, why don't you hurry back?"

Zhou Zhenyue didn't want to leave yet, hesitated for a moment, racking her brains to think of an excuse to stay.

"I'll wash my hands at your place," she said, "and then go straight downstairs and wait for dinner."

"Okay." Mu Xueyi followed her, "I just took a shower. I moved a day and I was sweating."

Zhou Zhenyue: "...Well."

In the bathroom, the sink and shower are only twenty centimeters apart.

Two people, one entered the shower, and the other stopped at the sink.

The shower cubicle walls are frosted glass.

There was a layer of haze inside. After the fog rises, it adds a bit of mystery.

The drops of water trickled down the glass wall, and you could clearly hear all the sounds of the water rinsing the skin and dripping onto the ground without having to **** up your ears.

Across a layer of frosted glass wet with water, you can vaguely see the graceful figure with concave and convex in the water flow, and the fish in the pond are generally silent, looming.

The ventilator was on, humming.

Perhaps Mu Xueyi had just returned home not long ago, and before he had time to turn on the air conditioner, the room was damp and hot.

Zhou Zhenyue washed her hands beside her, and bit her lower lip.

The weather has gotten really hot.

She always felt like she was sweating a little too.

When she applied the hand sanitizer to her palm for the third time, Zhou Zhenyue finally made up her mind, took a breath, and raised her voice to ask:

"How about... let's wash together?"

There was silence in the shower for a while.

After a while, the talents inside responded as meticulously as mosquitoes:

"…Um."

The author has something to say: because the main perspective of the main text is Xueyi, the main perspective of the previous episode will become President Zhou.

Presumably you also want to peep into Mr. Zhou's heart hh

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Chen., Xiaowei 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 2 small grasses; Lao Wu, Jiang Yu, Shen Qing in April, biegoukh, May I Qinghuan, Mr. Ant_, and 1 gingerbread;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Qingtian Yihe; 10 bottles of Jiuqianqing, Macabaka, Moshang Renruyu, Tomato Xiaoㄓㄨ, Xiaobaimao, Yeah, Shen Qing in April; lost. Once 9 bottles; Shi An 5 bottles; Nanxun, 1325, Wow 2 bottles; Yi Tanger, Gou Hu 1 bottle