MTL - Not Spare the Years-Chapter 25

Zhou Zhenyue was so busy during this time that the old man couldn't stand it any longer. In order to allow her to have a good rest, he arbitrarily distributed all the business in the company to several vice presidents. After Zhou Zhenyue came home from the hospital, the old man directly confiscated her work mobile phone and ordered her to lie in peace at home for a week.

Zhou Fengnian also asked someone to go to the riverside apartment to pack up Mu Xueyi's things, including the two ducks.

Seeing that Mu Xueyi was a little hesitant to speak, the old man said, "If you don't accompany her, she won't rest at home with peace of mind."

When Mu Xueyi thought about it, she didn't know what the **** scene would be after the old man knew the truth in a few days. It would be good to spend the last time with Zhou Zhenyue.

After lunch, the ducklings were brought over.

The ducks were hungry for two days and kept quacking. Mu Xueyi immediately took them to the kitchen to eat after washing the dishes.

Zhou Zhenyue sat under the flower porch in the backyard, watching Mu Xueyi carefully holding up the duck's back, beckoned to call the housekeeper, and ordered:

"Cage all the animals in the house, and don't let the one with no eyes kill her duck."

The Zhou family raised three animals, a husky who likes to chew on water pipes, a small earth cat that climbs on the roof every day to bask in the sun, and an heirloom tortoise.

This tortoise is quite legendary. It is said that it existed in the era of Cixi, and it was passed down from generation to generation in the Zhou family. Back then, the devil threw a thunderbolt and blew up the Zhou family, leaving Zhou Fengnian alone to die. The tortoise was stunned that not a single hair was injured.

The housekeeper asked carefully, "Will Ah Shou be locked up too?"

Ah Shou is the name of the turtle.

Zhou Zhenyue: "Close."

Butler: "But the old man loves Ah Shou the most. He has never closed it for so many years..."

Zhou Zhenyue glanced at him with no expression: "It's just an omnivorous animal, what can't be closed?"

The housekeeper didn't dare to say more, and immediately trotted to hug A Shou into the cage.

Ah Shou has lived for more than a hundred years. Whenever he is tossed around like a treasure by the descendants of the Zhou family, the tortoise shells are all wrapped in pulp. He has ever suffered such grievances, and immediately started a hunger strike by biting the cage.

Unfortunately, the old man went to play mahjong. Zhou Zhenyue said in one sentence: If you like to eat or not, you will starve to death if you don't eat.

In the afternoon, Zhou Zhenyue asked someone to put water in the swimming pool, and when the ducks finished eating, let them play in the spacious pool.

She and Mu Xueyi sat together in the chair under the flower gallery, the sunlight passed through the flower vines and the flower stand, and fell on the two of them finely.

Mu Xueyi lay on the table, propped her chin, and looked at Zhou Zhenyue's soft eyes: "Ayue, are you feeling better?"

Zhou Zhenyue was looking down at a book, "...Well."

Mu Xueyi: "Grandpa got a list of traditional Chinese medicines and said that it can help you to replenish your Qi, and I will cook it for you later."

Zhou Zhenyue frowned: "I'm not old enough to drink Chinese medicine."

The spot of light swept across Mu Xueyi's face, and she narrowed her eyes, feeling a little sleepy.

Zhou Zhenyue turned over a page of the book and said softly, "Go upstairs to sleep when you are sleepy."

Mu Xueyi shook his head: "No, I'll accompany you."

The warm air was quiet for a while.

Mu Xueyi asked again, "Ayue, what book are you reading?"

Zhou Zhenyue made a move.

She looked at Mu Xueyi with a complicated expression, held up the book, with a smile on her lips: "You don't know what book this is?"

Mu Xueyi looked at the book cover and felt vaguely familiar. She wanted to take a closer look, but the sun fell on the title and she couldn't see clearly.

"I don't know," she said.

Zhou Zhenyue smiled, with a bit of sarcasm:

"Mu Xueyi, this is your textbook."

The light spot on the cover was deflected by the wind, and only then did Mu Xueyi see the large characters of "Introduction to the World Economy" above. Her face turned red all of a sudden, and she stammered and asked, "Why do you have my textbook?"

Zhou Zhenyue: "You were in a hurry back then, and a lot of things fell on me."

Mu Xueyi was stunned.

Zhou Zhenyue lowered her head and casually opened a few pages, "When I was studying this course, I was patronizing and falling in love. The book was as clean as new."

Mu Xueyi recalled that she was indeed in love with Shen Huaixing when she took this course. Because this class is connected to the financial engineering taught by Shen Huaixing, every time after class, Shen Huaixing takes her to skip class and go out to play, which causes her to hardly take this class. At the end of the semester, Shen Huaixing said hello to the teacher of this class and walked through the back door for her.

She answered honestly: "I was...in love with the teacher at that time."

Zhou Zhenyue's hand turning the pages of the book stopped on it.

Fingertips tightened, pinching out a fold on the page.

Mu Xueyi called her: "Ayue..."

Zhou Zhenyue suddenly raised the textbook, waved her hand vigorously, and a thick book flew into the swimming pool.

thump-

The water flower was startled, and the pepper and fennel were so frightened that they fluttered their wings and squawked.

Mu Xueyi was shocked: "Ayue, what are you doing?"

Zhou Zhenyue lightly curled her lips and looked at her: "What I didn't have time to learn back then, I don't need to learn it now."

Mu Xueyi stood up and dragged the chair to make a sound, "That's a book!"

She said she was going to the pool.

Zhou Zhenyue said word by word:

"Go pick one up and try."

Mu Xueyi stopped, with a complicated expression on her face, as if she didn't know how to explain it.

She held back for a long time and said, "You misunderstood, this course is not taught by Professor Shen, but Professor Shen teaches... financial engineering..."

The coldness in Zhou Zhenyue's eyes froze.

…financial engineering.

In the swimming pool, the "Introduction to the World Economy" was floating on the water, with a hint of grievance.

"It's my fault, I didn't pay attention to what I said," Mu Xueyi obediently admitted, "You're right to be angry. But after all, it's a book, or a textbook, don't let it go."

In fact, I can't blame Zhou Zhenyue for being sensitive. Between them, Shen Huaixing shouldn't have been mentioned.

Zhou Zhenyue was deadlocked for a long time, and finally waved her hand. Butler Sun, who was standing beside her, immediately ran to get the book with a wink.

She was silent for a while, her eyes narrowed slightly to look at Mu Xueyi, and her tone was slow: "Mu Xueyi, let me ask you a question."

Mu Xueyi followed her words: "You ask."

Zhou Zhenyue picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea.

She put down the cup unhurriedly and asked in a very casual tone:

"When you look at the sky at night, do you see more moon or more stars?"

Mu Xueyi's scalp went numb all of a sudden.

this question...

"I..." Mu Xueyi swallowed, "I... usually sleep at night."

"Really?" Zhou Zhenyue smiled slightly, "It turns out that you neither like the stars nor the moon."

Mu Xueyi scratched her curly hair, looking annoyed: "I didn't mean that."

Zhou Zhenyue looked at her leisurely: "Then what do you mean?"

Mu Xueyi: "If you ask me to look at the stars or the moon at night, of course I will say that I want to sleep, because I really don't have the habit of looking at the sky without sleeping in the middle of the night." She pursed her lips, her eyes were wet, and she looked at Zhou Zhenyue, "But if you ask me whether I like Shen Huaixing or you..."

"Ayue, I like you."

she said seriously.

Zhou Zhenyue stared at Mu Xueyi's eyes, as if she could see the eagerness and sincerity that was about to overflow through her pupils.

She missed trusting her once.

But this time, she still couldn't confine her heart with reason. She knew that as long as Mu Xueyi said these words, she would be willing to believe it again.

Even a moth to a flame.

The way back.

Although Zhou Zhenyue had already reached a reconciliation with herself in her heart, she still couldn't help teasing her: "Is that what I told her when I was having dinner with Professor Shen yesterday?"

"I didn't—" Mu Xueyi dragged the end of her voice, so anxious that she felt a little helpless.

Zhou Zhenyue smiled a little and picked up the teacup: "Do you think I will believe it?"

Mu Xueyi sighed: "I will turn on the phone recording next time to prove my innocence."

The rim of the teacup rests on his lips.

Zhou Zhenyue glanced at her faintly: "Is there a next time?"

Mu Xueyi wanted to cry, but she said, "Ayue, you clearly know that I didn't mean that."

Zhou Zhenyue drank tea slowly: "What do you mean, you understand yourself."

"I..." Mu Xueyi couldn't say enough about Zhou Zhenyue, and after a long while, she simply became a deserter, "I'll go and cook Chinese medicine for you. I'll go to the kitchen first, see you before dinner."

Zhou Zhenyue didn't stop her, she didn't say a word, and watched her trot away.

After Mu Xueyi left, Zhou Zhenyue also got up and walked behind the housekeeper who was drying books in the sun.

The butler flipped through the book like a grilled steak.

"It won't dry like this," Zhou Zhenyue motioned for him to give him the book, "Go and get a hair dryer."

Butler: "Miss, how do you want to bask, I'll just come."

Zhou Zhenyue: "It's okay, I'll come."

She returned to the table with the wet book. There was a plugboard for making tea under the table, just enough to plug in the hair dryer.

She divides each page meticulously, blowing it evenly and tightly. After drying, the pages became brittle, and her movements became more and more careful.

After blowing for a long time, it finally blows almost.

Zhou Zhenyue gently opened the title page, looked at the words "Mu Xueyi" handwritten in the corner of the title page, and tentatively touched it with her fingertips.

The green fonts, the ink marks of the ballpoint pen, looking at them, it seems that you can see the young and innocent girl in the university.

Zhou Zhenyue imagined that Mu Xueyi, the corners of her lips couldn't help bending, her eyes narrowed slightly with a smile.

Fingertips ran across the rough paper, as gentle as a baby's forehead.

She suddenly lowered her head and took out a pen she used with her from the pocket of her coat. Unscrew the cap of the pen and press your thumb on the bulged sheet of paper.

Then, next to the words "Mu Xueyi", she meticulously wrote the words "Zhou Zhenyue", stroke by stroke.

It is a pity that although the two names are closely juxtaposed, one ink mark is too new and the other is too old, which is out of place.

Zhou Zhenyue closed her textbook and looked at the sunset on the horizon.

Finally, unable to hold back, he let out a long sigh.

I really hope that the person who accompanied Xueyi through her college days was her.

The author has something to say: if you like someone, you really want to be involved in her past.

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 498862761;

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 498862764; Bai Yisen, 377032391;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 8 bottles of souy; 5 bottles of mice in the movie hall; 4 bottles of morning light; Xiangyu gave you 3 bottles of fat intestines;