MTL - Pat Me Please-Chapter 31

As expected, Xiang Wan didn't have a fever.

The next day, I ate two bowls of egg fried rice alive and well.

Yu Zhou greatly appreciated her health status, and of course felt that it should be attributed to his quick-sighted and quick-handed care.

Since she was caught in the rain yesterday, Yu Zhou mercifully let her take a day off today, so she doesn't have to practice dubbing anymore, and the culture class she was preparing for was temporarily put on hold.

But she didn't want to understand, since she felt that Xiang Wan was destined to go back, why did she always have to do this and that, wouldn't it be good to be a salted fish for sightseeing?

not good. Come to the modern society and feel the rapid changes in technology and the fast-paced life of human beings. You should try to learn more knowledge and skills. Knowledge is power, and knowledge is her best souvenir!

Excited, there shouldn't be an exclamation point at the end.

In the afternoon, Yu Zhou received a reply to the WeChat message he sent yesterday.

In just a few lines, she read and read, went to her bedroom for a walk, sat and read by the bay window, then wandered into the living room, glanced at Xiang Wan, and sat at the dining table to have a look.

After half an hour, she dawdled to Xiang Wan's side and said seriously, "Wan Wan, there is something I want to tell you."

"Speaking."

"It's like this," Yu Zhou gave himself enough psychological training, "There was thunder yesterday, and there was no sign of you going back at all. I lay on the bed and thought about it for a long time. I think we can't try like headless chickens. We have to make sure of a few things first."

"Last month, I taught you how to use an ipad, and you asked me to help you look up the information and the life of your parents. Didn't we search the Internet? During your father's time, the emperor was ignorant, and the right-hand man liked to be a demon. So basically all the records are about the little chicken mushroom of the right minister, and there are not many records about your father, so he just proposed a few Xingnong measures."

"Um."

"There is no record about your mother, and there is nothing about you."

Xiang Wan looked at her quietly.

"But I have a friend who is in the National Museum. They have some internal documents and information packages, and you can buy them with money. I asked her to buy one and look it up for me."

"It cost me 50 yuan." Yu Zhou added.

Xiang Wan smiled.

She smiled, and Yu Zhou felt a little embarrassed, as if she cared about the 50 yuan.

She cleared her throat and continued, "Guess what happened?"

"I, I guess..." Xiang Wan thought about it.

"Hey, I don't really mean to guess, this is a throwing link, you should say, 'what's the matter'?"

"How?"

"Sure enough, we found you!" Yu Zhou raised her voice with trembling eyebrows, she felt that she should give herself a gavel.

Xiang Wan was taken aback and looked at her with a complicated expression.

"However," Yu Zhou changed his sad tone expressively, "There is only one word about you. Xiangshi Axi, the daughter of Prime Minister Zuo..."

"Eighteen years old, dead."

She gradually restrained her funny description, these few words made her heart dangling.

Xiang Wan was also taken aback.

In the silence between the two, Wanwan let out a meow.

"Yongzheng Dynasty" was playing on the TV, and the horn of history sounded lowly.

Long live the millennium, it seems that it can really be immortal.

Xiang Wan's slender throat swallowed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and then asked her: "What does this mean?"

"This means, you..." Yu Zhou hesitated and changed his title, "The ancient Xiang Axi is dead. Moreover, it is recorded in history."

Xiang Wan didn't speak.

"You have to know that what we are experiencing now is like sitting on a train. All the events in history are the rails under the train, which are interlocking and connected end to end, so that the green leather car of time can move forward at a constant speed."

"Since Xiang Axi's death has been recorded, then..."

"Then, I can't go back." Xiang Wan said.

Yu Zhou's feet in slippers were a little flustered, her toes twitched, and then she said, "Think about it, think about it, just be quiet."

She stood up, looked around the living room, then walked to the water dispenser and stood still, bent down to remove the barrels of mineral water next to the water dispenser.

He moved away the bowls of cat food.

Xiang Wan looked at her, and waited for her to finish her attack before asking, "What are you doing?"

Yu Zhou clapped his hands, sweating a little: "I'll clean it up, uh, and then it will have a clean wall."

"you…"

"If you're sad, you can come and face the wall." Yu Zhou carefully glanced at her expression.

Xiang Wan raised her hand, hooked her ear hair, then bit her lower lip slightly, looked at her, and laughed with a "puchi".

"?" Yu Zhou looked at her with his arms crossed.

Xiang Wan turned his head back and continued watching "Yongzheng Dynasty".

After a while, she said, "No need."

It took Yu Zhou a full 30 seconds to react to Xiang Wan's meaning. She expected many situations, such as crying, making troubles, etc., but she didn't expect it to be this one.

Such a calming kind.

She resentfully moved the bucket and cat food back, and cursed secretly: "You little heartless."

Speechless.

Sitting next to her again, he persuaded himself and Xiang Wan: "You are still young, about the same age as I was when I was in college. When I was in college, I just left home, and I felt happy I am free, oops, I feel that the world is free and I am free, and I am no longer under the control of my parents, I am an adult."

"At that time, I didn't know what the pain of parting and the grace of nurturing were. Guess what happened later?"

"How?" Xiang Wan answered the question familiarly.

"When I was in my junior year and fourth year, every time I went home to spend the winter and summer vacations, my parents would send me to the airport, and I would cry continuously, really, repeatedly."

"It's something like this. I really don't know until I'm older. I'm going to backfire." Yu Zhou shook his head and looked at her.

Xiang Wan glanced at her, leaned over and inserted a piece of peach with a toothpick.

"'The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, the child wants to be raised but not to be loved'. I don't know if you have this poem, but it is really well written. When you grow up, you will be able to understand the pain in it." As Yu Zhou talked, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Last time I read the news, alas, the mother and daughter were so miserable, the mother worked so hard to sell scraps for her daughter to go to college, finally confessed, found a job, her mother got terminally ill, and just disappeared .”

"That girl cried so heartbreakingly, it hurts me to see it." Yu Zhou choked up.

"There is an age difference between parents and children, which usually leads to emotional out-of-sync. The saddest thing is that when you know that you have to repay the kindness of nurturing, you never have the chance again."

She said she was on top, and suddenly heard a soft sob beside her.

Yu Zhou came back to his senses and looked at Xiang Wan beside him.

Xiang Wan opened her lips slightly, sobbing, whimpering, and wailing, from small to loud, the voice came out of her mouth.

And her expression didn't loosen in any way.

"You, what are you doing..." Yu Zhou panicked, he wouldn't be fooled by the stimulation.

Xiang Wan stopped talking and asked her seriously: "You said so much, but you just want to see me cry?"

Then she will dub it for her.

"Damn it," Yu Zhou said angrily, "I didn't ask you to learn dubbing to perfuse me!"

"You really messed with me, Xiang Wan."

She went to the bedroom, and she didn't want to talk to her anymore.

But as she walked, she realized again, that's right, she did so much psychological construction, didn't she just want to make Xiang Wan feel better? Why didn't she feel sad when she saw her, but instead said something to stimulate her.

She is sick.

But fortunately, Xiang Wan's mood has been very stable. He didn't eat much for dinner, but it was within the normal range. Kaner.

Xiang Wan has a fever.

I didn't have a fever during the day and only got up at night. I had intermittent low-grade fever. The temperature went up for a while and then went down again until the next morning.

Yu Zhou looked at the newly measured body temperature, which was 37.5 degrees, and thought that if she couldn't get down after a while, he would take her to the hospital.

She actually didn't want to take Xiang Wan to the hospital, because she always felt that it would scare her.

Confused, he first sent a voice message to Peng Houzhi: "Director Peng, I won't go in today. Wan Wan has a fever. I may have to send her to the hospital later."

After half an hour, Peng Houzhi replied: "Ah yes, please take good care of her and get well soon."

After a while there was another one: "Then will you come tomorrow? Almost all the main characters' voices have been collected today, and tomorrow and the day after tomorrow will be group miscellaneous."

The crowd is the background sound of some people, such as the voice of street vendors and pedestrians talking.

Yu Zhou thought for a while: "I won't go over to those miscellaneous people."

She doesn't understand this at all, and she doesn't seem to be able to help.

"Okay," Peng Yuzhi said, "You do your work first, and we'll have a meal together after we've finished."

"Okay." Yu Zhou put down his phone, looked at Xiang Wan, and sighed.