Chapter 440

Zhou Zihan looks at Qin Zhizhou not far away, afraid that he will wake up halfway.

"It's very late." She whispered, "you have to catch the train early in the morning. You'd better rest early."

Qin Muzhi seems to be ready to stay up all night. He shakes his head and says to Zhou Zihan, "tonight, I want to let it go."

It's a little strange for words like Fang Zong to come out of a serious person like Qin Muzhi.

Zhou Zihan bit his lip and nodded to Qin Muzhi's suggestion.

She put a long board against the outside of the bed and put Qin Zhizhou in the newly built small world.

Considering that Qin Zhizhou would not fall even if he turned over, he followed Qin Muzhi out of the house.

"Where are you taking me?"

In the old alleys of Rongcheng, most of them are composed of courtyard.

When it is hot in summer, many old men and women, with Pufan and Mazar, sit under the kerosene lamp, surround the round table and start playing cards.

Zhou Zihan first came to live in this house several times, and some old ladies won the card. When they saw Zhou Zihan and a tall man coming over, they said hello: "Xiao Zhou. This is the man in your family

"Ah." The little woman nodded and responded crisply.

"Mrs. Li won again today?"

The old lady who was named sniffed at Zhou Zihan, "ah, Zihan, did you stew fish at home today?"

People in the old Hutong like to stew fish, and occasionally with crabs and shrimps.

As time went by, Qin Muzhi also followed suit.

"Today we made a fish with pickled vegetables." Zhou Zihan bent his lips: "there are many left at home. If you don't mind that the fish is cold, I'll take it home for you."

Mrs. Li dropped the card and laughed happily: "you girl. It's hard for a man of his own to come back, and he's not ready to talk with others! "

"Then we won't disturb you." Zhou Zihan pulled Qin Muzhi, who didn't speak, and turned to the old lady who was playing cards and said, "tomorrow, I'll send the fish to you."

"Good." Mrs. Li answered.

When he got out of the alley, Zhou Zihan explained to him, "this Mrs. Li who lives in the alley, her husband is a clay figurine craftsman. She always helps me when I come here

Seeing the nature of Zhou Zihan's relationship with his new neighbors, Qin Muzhi was very pleased.

The old hutong is located in the southwest of T-shaped intersection of Xisi South Street in Rongcheng.

Around the east entrance is the old man's tower.

The starry sky is bright in summer. Qin Muzhi holds Zhou Zihan's hand and stands in front of the smallest tower in Rongcheng, making a devout wish.

He hoped that she could be as happy as she was when she was away.

Zhou Zihan hoped that he could be outside and be safe.

Xia cicadas in several old trees are clamouring. Zhou Zihan thinks that Qin Muzhi is pulling him here to pray for blessings, but he is still thinking about the messy things in his head. He is very ashamed of himself.

The tower in front of her was less than 15 meters high. Qin Muzhi suddenly asked her, "do you remember old man Wan song?"

Zhou Zihan nodded and thought of the old man at the end of Jin Dynasty and the beginning of Yuan Dynasty

Qin Muzhi then asked Zhou Zihan about the background of the tower. After all, life always has to have a good place.

On the way back, most of the card players in the Hutong went back to sleep.

Qin Muzhi stopped in front of the stone bench and said to Zhou Zihan, "I thought I would never see you again."

At that time, Qin Muzhi received a secret report, and when he rushed there, he could not maintain stability at all.

Zhou Zihan quietly listened to Qin Muzhi's description of those thrilling experiences.

She is worried about the stability of China because of the thousands of people like Qin Muzhi who live in the West.

"Wood." Zhou Zihan opens his arms and throws Qin Muzhi's reward. She can only comfort him in this way: "it's good that you can come back."

To be able to come back alive.

Able to come back alive and intact without missing any parts.

It's a blessing from heaven.

"Fool." No one knows what will happen tomorrow. Standing in the moonlight, Qin Muzhi kisses Zhou Zihan's forehead. "I'm not good. I shouldn't talk about such a heavy topic."

His little woman, his little Han, seems to be made of water.

"Don't say that." Qin Muzhi wiped Zhou Zihan's tears with his thumb. He picked up Zhou Zihan's small face and said, "let's talk about other topics."

Qin Muzhi didn't dare to tell Zhou Zihan that he signed the life death certificate early.

He is gambling that if they can come back alive, they will live in peace for the rest of their lives.

"What shall we say?"

Zhou Zihan's eyes are as red and swollen as peaches.

I just hate that I didn't fight for breath earlier and didn't go with me.

Now I have children, but I can't be selfish enough to ignore them.

"Chat --" the man felt thoughtful, he touched his chin, "it's better to chat, when did you start to like me."

Qin Muzhi wanted to know more than anyone how Zhou Zihan fell in love with himself.

"... is..." Zhou Zihan blushed: "that is, after coming to Rongcheng, I often miss you.

I feel that this feeling is definitely different from listening to her.

Qin Mu couldn't find his own words for a while, so he could only hold Zhou Zihan tightly in his arms.

"What about you?" the voice of the little woman was soft and waxy. "When did you like me?"

"It's hard for me when you're with Janice. And later, Lao Lu woke me up. "

Habit is a real killer.

When you are used to a person around you all day, when you are used to this person's wholeheartedly good to you, when you are used to not being able to do yourself well without his tenderness, love takes root at that moment.

After opening their hearts, their feelings are more deeply rooted.

Qin Muzhi will leave soon.

When Zhou Zihan came back home, Qin knew that although Zhou was in a different position from when he left, he did not fall out of bed.

She and Qin Muzhi talked a lot, until dawn, the man ready to go.

"I'll see you off." Zhou Zihan jumped out of bed, and she told Qin Mu.

"Don't send it."

For Qin Muzhi, it's enough to have a long talk overnight.

"In a minute, the child will wake up." Qin Muzhi shook his head, he carried the suitcase: "wait a moment, if you can't see your mother, it will be very sad."

So Xiaohan.

Don't send it.

If you send me, I'm afraid I'll stay.

Qin Muzhi insists on not letting Zhou Zihan see him off, so she is at home, watching him go out.

Later, Zhou Zihan became a primary school Chinese teacher in the frontier.

In an interview with reporters, she once said: "that day, the sky was not bright. I looked at the back of the wood and thought of going to the frontier with him, regardless of the child.

Later, I seemed to gradually understand that he had already calculated everything, and he deliberately held my legs with his children. "

......

After Qin Mu left, Zhou Zihan cried silently for a long time.

"Zihan." Until Mrs. Li yelled at the door: "yesterday I said yes, I'll take the fish with pickles."

Zhou Zihan closed her eyes. She leaned back at her neck, trying to turn back those tears.

"Here we go." Zhou Zihan responded to Mrs. Li.

Qin Zhizhou stretched out and lay down on the crib, groaning for milk.

"I'm not in a hurry." Mrs. Li thought it was a newly married couple. They were doing business, so she answered: "I just had breakfast. I'll come by to get the fish."

When Zhou Zihan fed the baby and finished sorting out herself, she opened the door.

Mrs. Li handed Zhou Zihan the oil fruit and soybean milk in her hand.

It's the so-called reciprocity.

Zhou Zihan invited her to eat fish, she invited Zhou Zihan to eat breakfast.

"Yesterday, when I visited your family, I forgot to ask. Last time I saw you, I was still double. Now is it a boy or a girl?"

Zhou Zihan took the breakfast: "would you like to have a look?"

"Yo." Mrs. Li looked at the emotional baby on the bed and said, "it's still with a handle."

"Did you name the child?"

"Yes."

"Qin knows Zhou."

Zhou Zihan thought that he would not leave until the end of Qin Dynasty, but he began to miss him.

"It's the father of the child, right?"

Zhou Zihan's man is from the National University of science and technology. It's not new news in the Hutong.

"The first time I saw your husband yesterday, I felt that he was solid and sincere to you." Mrs. Li teased the child and said, "the child looks like his father."

With Mrs. Li at home, Zhou Zihan didn't feel lonely.

"Look --" Mrs. Li looked at her watch and apologized. "Every time I see you, I always forget the time."

She motioned to Zhou Zihan to eat first, and she would accompany Qin Zhizhou.

"You can sit down and eat together."

"I've already had it."

When Zhou Zihan heard Mrs. Li's words, his heart was warm.

I've eaten this sentence casually. It just reflects from the side that Mrs. Li bought this breakfast from a peddler.

According to Zhou Zihan, she can't let Mrs. Li down.

Zhou Zihan bit the crisp oil fruit.

When northerners are used to eating oily fruit, they soak it in soybean milk. The main reason is that they can suppress the greasy feeling.

Zhou Zihan didn't eat much. In fact, the breakfast Mrs. Li brought was enough for Qin Muzhi and Zhou Zihan.

However, I didn't expect Qin Muzhi to leave today.

After dinner, Zhou Zihan brought yesterday's sauerkraut fish.

Fortunately, it's not too hot in summer and the food hasn't gone bad.

"Girl, if you have this skill, you might as well open a small restaurant at the entrance of the hutongkou. I'm sure you'll make a lot of money."

"Mrs. Li." Zhou Zihan immediately hissed: "the walls have ears. People will be embarrassed to hear such big words. Have you forgotten?"

"Look." Mrs. Li released a hand, she patted his mouth, "thanks to you around, I can always have the alarm clock."

Zhou Zihan has good fish. Mrs. Li takes the lunch box and smells it delicious.

"Go back, I'll show off with my family." Speaking of Mr. Li's cooking skill, he can surpass the chef.

With these words, the legendary Mr. Li from laohutong came to Zhou Zihan's house on crutches.

"I thought you would come here."

As soon as Mr. Li's words came to an end, Mrs. Li raised her lunch box and said to Mr. Li, "the pickled fish made by Zihan must be better than yours."

"Yes, yes." Mr. Li looked at Mrs. Li, his eyes full of doting.

As he spoke, Mr. Li took the lunch box from Mrs. Li's hand and said, "Zihan is also busy taking care of his children."

Zhou Zihan did not see Mr. Li for many days.

"Did you see the two cubs born by Zihan? It's good to have different looks. "

Mr. Li also took a look. He knew that his woman would be lonely and want to have children when she was old.

It's a pity that time is running out. It's obviously impossible for them to have any children at this age.

"Beautiful." Mr. Li didn't say much, but every sentence was obedient to Mrs. Li's meaning, "follow me."

"You." Old lady Li shook her head, she said: "that is to say, Zihan has a good temper. I don't think you are perfunctory. If you change your personality, you can have a try?"

Mr. Li nodded. From his youth, what his wife said was everything.

Mr. Li pursed his lips: "today, I'll send you my favorite Kunqu Opera. Would you like to --"

"Seriously?" Mrs. Li was delighted.

In addition to playing cards, she also likes to listen to plays. It is said that when the game was played in Qing Dynasty, the ancestors were able to sing.

"Then Zihan, we won't disturb."

Zhou Zihan watched the back of their love, and some of them thought: after she and Qin Mu got old, was it the same.

After the two little guys had their milk, they slept soundly in bed.

Zhou Zihan simply arranges the dining table, hanging the clothes that the man washed last night outside, imagining the scene of Qin Muzhi on the train.

Life has to go on after all.

The previous application for dropping out has come out. After Zhou Zihan entrusted his child to Liu Min, he went to school to deal with the final problem.

Liu Min knows Zhou Zihan's difficulties. If it were not for wood, this girl would have a brighter future.

After Zhou Zihan finished the formalities, Shen Qinghuan came to pick her up.

Seeing that Zhou Zihan's recovery period is much faster than he imagined, Shen Qinghuan is somewhat relieved.

They met several male students in the campus and were talking about the West with great enthusiasm: "we've endured so long and finally started!"

Here we go???

How fast.

Zhou Zihan's figure is a little unsteady. Shen Qinghuan quickly holds her and comforts her: "Zihan. The news doesn't have to be true. "

"Qinghuan." Zhou Zihan's hand is shaking badly. She must be safe to Qin Muzhi, otherwise Xiaoyu would have sent her to him.

"You're right." She gave a smile to Gu luomei falsely. "If there is no research, it must not be true."

Otherwise, how could there be no movement at all.

Zhou Zihan took Shen Qinghuan's arm and said, "let's go back first. Mom is still waiting for us at home.

It's summer, but Zhou Zihan's hand is like an ice cellar.

Shen Qinghuan patted Zhou Zihan's little hand: "don't worry. Your family must be OK. "

The two men went back to Liu Min's house tacitly.

If the only thing that can be regarded as happiness these days is that the photo studio has developed and sent the photos of the last family photo.

Zhou Zihan looked at the picture of Qin Muzhi with serious expression and the picture of two people with extremely sweet posture. The pain gradually disappeared from his eyes.