I said I was going to get a divorce

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Gu Changji rushed to grab the book with sharp eyes and hands. Although He Zhang didn't expect him to react so quickly, he was very fast in his hand. He subconsciously pulled the book back, and took each side with Gu Changji.

Gu Changji's face flushed red, because he was too anxious, a dense layer of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

"you……"

Gu Changji didn't expect him to hold on to it anymore, he stammered angrily: "What are you doing, why don't you let go?"

"Is there something shady?"

"Personal privacy, no comment."

He Zhang let go.

Gu Changji raised his hand to touch the sweat on his brow, and secretly sighed in his heart: I'm so hopeless.

He took the book, didn't put it back on the bookshelf, but just held it like this, and sat back on the chair again.

He didn't even turn it over in his hands.

He Zhang couldn't help but care about this matter so much that he didn't know what to do next.

"Such a treasure, who gave it to you?" He Zhang asked.

Gu Changji was still thinking about how to find a suitable topic to divert it, but He Zhang insisted on asking, so he had no choice but to say, "It's not someone..."

He recalled the ambiguous memory of the past, but because it was not clear, he couldn't remember the feeling.

"I once had a girl I liked."

He Zhang said, "Oh."

Having said all that, I should understand more or less.He Zhang suppressed the sudden surge of emotion in his heart, and when he heard someone shouting "It's time to eat", he walked out as if he had stepped up a step.

Is it lost?

He Zhang couldn't figure it out.

But the vague sense of regret lingered on him, which was extraordinarily real.

Again he thought he was just too surprised.

Gu Changji, who used an assembly line to produce girlfriends, would never forget a woman, Zhenzhi.

This fact is too hard to believe.

……

Dinner is the only thing Gu Changji is more interested in in this house.

His deceased grandmother was addicted to spicy food, so most of the chefs he invited were from Sichuan and Hunan.Gu Changji can't eat spicy food, but he prefers the salty taste.

Therefore, every few years, the chef is changed, and the taste of the young master is still remembered.

Gu Changji's favorite dishes were all placed next to him, which made him very satisfied, and he quietly ate with his head buried.

Wu Yingxiu couldn't stand it anymore, and kicked him lightly under the table.

"What's wrong?" He didn't know why.

"Don't worry about eating by yourself," Wu Yingxiu lowered her voice, "They are all married, don't you know how to take care of others?"

Gu Changji: "???"

"Let you pick up food for Ah Zhang." Wu Yingxiu felt that she had really given birth to a wooden son, and forgot to control the volume when she was in a hurry.

"Why did I pinch it? It's not like he doesn't have long hands."

Wu Yingxiu narrowed her eyes and looked at him: "It's true that when you got married, it's been a while and now it's another time, you men..."

Gu Changji was defeated, and gave He Zhang a piece of ginger from crucian carp soup with serving chopsticks: "Eat this, it will promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, strengthen the brain and prolong life."

He Zhang glanced at the contents of the bowl, and took out a piece of yam from the soup pot and gave it to him: "You also eat some, it will strengthen the vital energy and generate essence, and nourish qi and kidney."

The word "kidney tonifying" was bitten by him accurately and ruthlessly.

Gu Changji: "..."

"After eating, you take Azhang outside to relax and stroll around."

No matter how you say it is the twelfth lunar month of winter, Gu Changji can't figure out what to do, so he doesn't want to move.

But He Zhang said, "I'll go out for a walk by myself."

After he had spoken like this, if Gu Changji didn't say anything, he would definitely be scolded, so he had to go out together.

The old house is located in the southwest of the island, not too close to the urban area, not too close to the sea, leaning against the hills, surrounded by mountains and rivers, the location is very good.

Gu Changji led him down from the bluestone road in front of the ancestral hall. The damp mist wet the stone steps, and under the illumination of the street lamps, it was hazy, a bit like an oil painting.

"When I was young..." Gu Changji wrapped up his coat, pointed to a flat drying stone, "I liked sitting here and drawing."

From this place, you can see a very good cultural landscape, just like now, every household likes to hang eels on the beams to dry, and there are large and large areas, competing for comparison.

"In summer, many children will walk on this road with bare feet."

"You walked by too?"

Gu Changji smiled: "Of course I passed by. Grandma was there at that time. She had a dog named Mo Nihei. I took Mo Nihei on a leash and went out from here. It especially liked to run close to my calf. Turning back, I'm not tired at all."

"Ink Nihei..." Even He Zhang was amused by the name.

"Because it's a big black dog, it's really black," Gu Changji gestured, "My grandma just likes to choose weird names."

Having said that, his tone gradually became a little depressed. "After she passed away, Mo Nihei also got old. After she passed away, I don't even want to come here."

He Zhang stood beside him, saw his neck exposed, and began to untie the scarf around his neck.

"However, after Mo Nihei was cremated, the ashes were also in the ancestral hall, in a small box, and he was a decent old dog." He was about to turn back to the ancestral hall, "We—"

A warm scarf wrapped him in front of him.

It was warm, with the faint smell of cologne on He Zhang's body, as if someone's breathing stopped on it, gently touching his nerve endings.

Gu Changji's heart skipped a beat.

"When you catch a cold, let me take care of you." He Zhang's words were far colder than the temperature on his body, "Don't cause trouble for me."

Gu Changji was a little unconvinced, and asked instead: "Aren't you cold?"

He Zhang: "I am much better than you."

He wanted to say that He Zhang was stubborn, but He Zhang had already put his hands in his pockets and walked straight down.Gu Changji followed behind him, feeling that his footsteps were light for no reason, and his mood seemed to be no longer affected by the cold air around him, and suddenly he became better.

"Is there a river in front?" He Zhang asked.

"There is one," he trotted to He Zhang's side, just shoulder to shoulder with him, "the water flow is not big, and now in the dry season, the water is even less."

He Zhang seemed to hear something, and walked towards the river step by step.

"You guys study music," Gu Changji joked, "Do you all like walking by the river?"

"Don't you study philosophy?"

This question was asked back, Gu Changji was not angry, but laughed out loud: "You are right."

He saw what He Zhang was looking for, and poked his head to follow his gaze: "Is there anything here?"

"Listen carefully."

As they approached, Gu Changji also heard some subtle sounds, and asked in surprise, "It seems like there is a kitten meowing?"

Along the riverside are thick granite rocks covered with moss. From the downhill place, a sloping path goes down, and a large cement slab is cast, which is used as a place for washing.

There are many holes in the rock wall next to the path, and small animals will hide here in winter.

That's where the sound comes from.

The faint, helpless cry became more and more distinct as they approached.

Gu Changji's steps became anxious, he took two quick steps, but was stopped by He Zhang.

"Shh," He Zhang whispered, "don't scare it."

Gu Changji stared blankly, his side face was wrapped in unclear shadows, but his expression could be seen, it was rare cautious and gentle.

They finally found the source. In the dark space expanded by two stones, the immature kitten is constantly arching.

Gu Changji turned on the flashlight and blocked most of the light with his fingers.The bright red light seeped out from between the fingers, clearly illuminating the situation inside.

A black cat was lying on its stomach, as if injured, motionless.The swaying shadow was its child, making a faint meowing sound as it arched back, and it was unclear whether it was calling or begging for help.

He Zhang stretched out his hand to touch it, and after a long silence, he said a word: "It's already cold."

Gu Changji's heart suddenly trembled, and he asked, "How many kittens are there?"

"One." He Zhang gently lifted the little guy who was drinking milk but couldn't drink anything, "help me."

Gu Changji hurriedly turned off the flashlight, and took the little kitten.

Its body was a little wet and had a fishy smell, maybe it was stained with blood.But the body temperature is still warm, and he is very energetic. When he first fell into his hands, he opened his mouth wide and made a "ho ho" sound.

"Is this trying to kill me? Or what?" Gu Changji couldn't help being nervous because he had never raised a cat before.

"It should be hungry."

Gu Changji took a closer look at it. The kitten lowered its head and kept rubbing against his palm, as if it was very hungry and wanted to drink milk.

He Zhang said: "The mother cat was beaten, maybe she wanted to come back and take the baby away, but she bled too much and couldn't make it through."

Gu Changji's nose was sore, he hugged the little milk cat in his arms, clasped it with his palms, and shielded it from the wind: "Let's take them back."

He Zhang looked at him in the dark.

"Grandpa's big birthday, he can't see blood, they taboo this," Gu Changji sniffed, "We secretly buried the cat mother."

"Are you crying?" There seemed to be surprise in He Zhang's tone.

"How is it possible." Gu Changji was indeed sad, but not to the point of crying, he just felt sorry for this life that died in vain, "Stop talking nonsense, let's go."

It's hard to find a place at night.Gu Changji slipped into the house through the back door and asked someone to protect the female cat's body first, planning to find a quiet place to bury it the next day.

Then there was the matter of feeding the kittens.

The milk cat is still very young, the ears are not fully erected, just two small fluffy tips, probably just full-term.

Gu Changji had someone prepare goat's milk, put it in a syringe, and let the kitten lick and drink.

The kitten was so hungry that it couldn't hold it in its mouth, and it was still rubbing up desperately.After drinking the milk from the half-needle, it finally calmed down, resting its head on Gu Changji's thumb, and fell asleep.

With such a small cat, Gu Changji didn't dare to bathe it, so he could only dry it with a towel first, and put it in a temporary den.

"I want to raise it." Gu Changji said.

"You want to bring it back, don't you just want to raise it?"

"Well, it will be my son from now on."

"You don't even know whether he is male or female."

Gu Changji froze for a moment. "Can you tell it's so small? I'll check it later."

Gu Changji stretched out his finger, and tapped the kitten's head lightly. The kitten tilted its head, rubbed the back of its head against the fluffy blanket, and continued to sleep soundly.

"Thanks to your good hearing, otherwise what would you do if you left it alone?"

He Zhang was praised, and his lips curled up slightly.

He was so interested that He Zhang also joined in.

"Since you want to raise it, you must give it a name."

"Just call it..." Gu Changji remembered when it opened its mouth and yelled at him, "Just call it 'hehe'."

He Zhang: "..."

"What's the matter, can't you?"

He Zhang sighed, not intending to comment on his naming level.It's definitely in the same vein as his maternal grandmother.

He suddenly remembered another thing.

"Gu Changji, your son, why do you want to bear my surname?"