She opened her eyes and looked at her palm with the help of the moonlight shining through the curtains. Due to the pressure on her eyes, her vision was blurry for a while. In her line of sight, she could only see two black things blocking her way.
In this line of sight, his hands were as thin as black lines, like the withered branches of an old witch.
She couldn't even count the lines on her palm.
She suddenly felt that she was really funny.
She instantly felt a chill. For some reason, tears finally flowed out this time.
She laughed and cried.
She suddenly recalled a lot of painful memories from the past. From the beginning of her memory until now, the fragments of suffering swarmed her. She had no other choice but to endure their sharp blades scratching her fragile nerves.
At this moment, she could not control the memories that she could not bear to recall. She felt that she was about to go crazy.
She couldn't stop her tears. The sour taste came suddenly and couldn't be stopped.
Her sadness eased as the living room gradually quieted down. There were only occasional convulsions, and the unidentifiable male voice finally disappeared after a few shouts.
Under the moonlight, Yi Zi was lying flat on the bed. Her face was uncomfortable from the dried tears, but she didn't wipe them. She only listened to the footsteps outside the door.
The footsteps were soft, and she could tell that it was Mu Zi walking.
Zhuguo had been a soldier when he was young. The sound of his footsteps was solid, and the ground would resonate slightly. Xiuzhi, on the other hand, was enchanting. No matter what shoes she wore, she would make a " tap tap " sound, even if it was home shoes.
And now, that kind of gentle, cautious, and unfamiliar footsteps that tried to avoid making noise, it must be Mu Zi.
When she analyzed the footsteps, she felt like a woman with superpowers, although she understood that human ears could capture targets and block other sounds.
The owner of that step went to the bathroom. Yi Zi's consciousness was blurry and she was on the verge of falling asleep.
The sound of the toilet bowl rumbling woke her up. She immediately went to look for the sound of the footsteps. In her heart, she wished that the owner of the footsteps would come in and hug her and say gentle words.
As if he had heard Riyizi's inner voice, he was indeed walking towards her bedroom.
Yi Zi was secretly delighted. He immediately turned his body and pulled the blanket down, revealing his back.
She looked forward to his quiet embrace.
However, that step did not enter in the end. He only stopped at the door for a moment before carefully walking away.
A crisp sound of the door closing.
Yi Zi opened his eyes and looked at his jade-like hands under the moonlight.
In her entire body, only her hands were worthy of her pride. She loved her left hand the most. It was sharp and soft. Her right index finger had been fractured before, and the first finger was crooked.
The footsteps disappeared, and her ears began to pick up sounds. Finally, she heard the sound of an old-fashioned mechanical clock.
Finally, she was no longer sleepy. She found a long robe from the cabinet and draped it over her body. She pushed the door open and walked out.
Xiuzhi went to bed early, and the door was tightly closed. Zhuguo's bedroom was next to Yizi's. The door was open and there was no one inside. She looked around and realized that he was lying on the sofa, sound asleep.
The helper was covered with a coat, which should have been given to him by Mu Zi before he left.
The table had been neatly cleaned, and four chairs were neatly inserted into the empty space. There was no partition between the kitchen and the dining room. The moonlight was squeezed through the arched window and shone perfectly on the dining table, as if it was sprinkled with a layer of silver powder.
It was completely enveloped, but the people scattered.
As a proud student with procrastination and weak willpower, Yizi spent the past few days of the Mid-Autumn Festival on television and in bed.
Mu Zi was called home the next day because these few days were also the busiest days in his family. Her seventh brother picked up Mu Zi and wanted to pick Yi Zi up to help out and earn some pocket money. However, Mu Zi used the excuse of leaving a lot of homework as an excuse to reject on behalf of Yi Zi.
When her seventh brother heard Mu Zi's words, he was stunned at first. Then, he smiled and patted Yi Zi's head. Then, he patted Mu Zi's back like a brother and pushed Mu Zi away with a smile.
Yi Zi was very envious of Mu Zi and his father's relationship. There was absolutely no generation gap between them.
In fact, Yi Zi also wanted to go. She was living in poverty and indeed needed some extra money. Although Mu Zi could help at any time, it was not her own after all. As the old saying went, in this world, it was the hardest to repay a debt of gratitude.
On the morning of Yi Zilin's school day, Mu Zi came back.
When Mu Zi arrived, she was packing her things in the bedroom. In the silence, she heard the door open with a bang. Then, she walked unsteadily to Yi Zi's bedroom. Before she could stand up, Mu Zi, who had barged in, sprawled on her bed. He left behind a sentence," I'll send you to school in the afternoon " and fell asleep.
This made Yi Zi stunned for a while. It was the first time she saw Mu Zi in such a sorry state. His hair was messy, his eye makeup was not removed, and the false eyelashes on his right eye had fallen off. Yi Zi then realized that his eyelashes had actually grown a lot longer, but she held back and did not pull one off to compare with hers. His flesh-red eyelids were concave in his black and bright eye sockets, and from time to time, his eyeballs would move up and down. His eyeballs were always moving, and she did not know what kind of beautiful dream he was having.
When Mu Zi was asleep, he was like a girl, quiet and beautiful. If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't like the smell of alcohol and tobacco, Yi Zi really had the urge to kiss him on the face.
Mu Zi was asleep, and Yi Zi was afraid that packing up would disturb him, so he had to leave the bedroom.
He first went to the bathroom to plug in the water heater to ensure that Mu Zi would have hot water to take a bath when she woke up. Then, he went to the kitchen to boil a pot of water to make honey water for Mu Zi.
As she waited for the water to heat up, her mood was surprisingly good. For a moment, she felt like a comfortable woman, guarding her husband who had returned…
The water boiled, and the sudden sound pulled her back from her fantasy. She couldn't help but blush at her own fantasy. How could Mu Zi be hers? He was so outstanding, how could she be worthy of him? Moreover, the story of Ugly Duckling could only happen in a drama. Reality only gave her poverty, everything was poverty.
The flush of happiness on her face gradually disappeared. She found a half-filled bottle of honey at the bottom of the freezer. It had already coagulated white, so she had to scoop a piece out with a spoon and put it in a cup. After washing it with hot water, the white block immediately lost its color, and she lost her soul.
Huang Muzi…
She was still willing to indulge in her fantasies. It was like taking drugs. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help it.
What did he do with Mu Zi that afternoon, and his sudden return? What was he thinking? What about her?
When the cup was filled to the brim, it formed a layer of membrane around the cup. She finally came back to her senses.
She saw that the cup was still pure in color, even though it had been melted with honey.
She could not help but smile bitterly. She poured the hot water into the thermos, walked to the living room, and lay on the sofa to take a nap.
The pure-colored cup was steaming. When the steam disappeared, if one looked closely, one could see that the pure liquid in the cup was divided into layers. The bottom layer was a light yellow layer, which was honey. However, it could only be seen when it was cold.
Yizi thought that Mu Zi would sleep very late, but Mu Zi was very strong. At about three o'clock, Yizi heard the music in his bedroom--
The sound came suddenly. It was heavy metal music. Yi Zi felt her heart cramping. It wasn't pain, but the feeling of it twitching and jumping out of her chest. She opened her mouth and sucked in the air urgently. The air flowed through her dry mouth and throat into her equally dry lungs...
When she came back to her senses, she saw Mu Zi standing at the bedroom door with a chicken nest behind her.
"Hey, you're awake?" Yi Zi sat up and said to Mu Zi.
"Yes." Mu Zi was probably not fully awake yet. She leaned against the door frame in a daze.
"Go take a shower. There's hot water."
Mu Zi turned around and walked to the bathroom.
Yi Zi also stood up and went back to the bedroom to continue tidying up. When he brushed past Mu Zi, Yi Zi stopped for a moment.
"There's honey water on the table." She turned around and said to Mu Zi's back.
The only response she got was the sound of her shoes rubbing against the ground and the heavy sound of the door closing.
Yi Zi turned around, a trace of disappointment flashing through his heart.
Mu Zi…shouldn't…have such an attitude.
Actually, there wasn't much to pack, but Yi 'zi took a long time. The sound of water splashing, the sound of the toilet flushing, the sound of the bathroom door closing, and the sound of plastic slippers…he went to the kitchen.
Yi Zi carried her school bag in one hand and the pink paper bag in the other. She quickly walked out and placed her things on the sofa. She looked up and saw the person in the dining room. Her upper body was naked, and her mermaid belt was wrapped in a white towel. She was facing her sideways and was stirring with a chopstick.
Yi Zi wanted to ask when she could leave. To be honest, she felt a little guilty, especially in the current situation. She was in the same room as Mu Zi, who had just recovered her energy. She could not predict what would happen next. If she didn't want to get hurt, she had to gain control.
However, her mouth seemed to have been cursed by Granny Tang and could not open for a moment. While she was hesitating, she realized that Mu Zi had sunburn marks on his body. The sun had exposed his clothes. The places that his clothes had once covered were actually so fair.
She could not help but wonder what Mu Zi had done in school.
The afternoon sun shone in, shining through the stirred honey water and sprinkling the sparkling water on the ground.
Mu Zi straightened her body and slowly stirred it, as delicate as a woman…
He saw Yi Zi, the wooden Yi Zi.
"What are you doing?" The quiet and beautiful voice that could never beat the sense of incongruity suddenly returned to reality.
"Eh? " Oh…" Alright, she couldn't find the words to say for a moment.
Her face turned red. She didn't expect herself to stutter in front of Mu Zi. Although she had done it before, such awkwardness could be counted on one hand.
Mu Zi raised his head and drank the honey water. He put down the cup and walked towards Yi Zi. His feet were squeezed in Yi Zi's small shoes and it was very ugly to walk. He walked up to Yi 'zi and Yi' zi looked at him a little embarrassed. He looked at Yi 'zi calmly and started to say things that made her confused on the spot.
"Look at your expression. Did you see my brother or did your relative suddenly visit?”
" You..." Yi Zi's face was red. She reached out to hit him like every other girl, but she was not angry. She was embarrassed.
Mu Zi didn't dodge like every other boy, but turned sideways and let Yi Zi's fist hit her.
"I'll go back and change my clothes. Get ready. I'll send you to school.”
"Humph!" Yi Zi stopped and sat on the sofa.
Mu Zi didn't say anything else and just closed the door and left.
Sheng Yizi sat there, feeling that he was being unreasonable.
However, Mu Zi's words immediately made her sink into her memories. She did not want to take many things with her. Now, they were all neatly placed on the sofa. So, she rested her elbows on her knees and crossed her fingers. Her eyes stared at the floor tiles that were covered by her hands. The floor had not been cleaned for a long time. There were footprints everywhere. The traces of dust outlined the faint memories...
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