Chapter 26

She still closed her eyes as if she were asleep.

He was not in a hurry. He looked down and saw two books she had placed at her feet: a complete collection of care methods for ancient furniture and bamboo handicrafts auctioned in recent years: antiques.

Is she going to wait for the price?

Originally, she also cares about money. Otherwise, how can we offer 50000 yuan for rent. He thought sarcastically. I don't plan to stay here any more, I just turn around and leave the back building.

She She is an old friend of mine!

Old friend?

Don't pull back your lips and smile quietly. Tears fall from your eyes.

The flowers in the garden radiate strong vitality, but they can't disperse half of her body.

In her world, only loneliness is left!

Originally, it's just an old friend!

Time is flowing slowly, and the relationship between Zhang lingshuo and Mo Shun has not improved, but time has been moving forward, and life is brewing somewhere. Just like Zhang lingshuo's eyes on her more and more times, the time is also longer and longer.

Zhang lingshuo raised his head from his laptop and looked at the woman squatting on the corridor in the back floor, turning over the light colored bedding.

This week, she has dried the quilt three times.

Even though he almost decided that she could not be mo Hui, his eyes could not help but stay on her. He didn't want almost, he wanted to be 100% sure.

She stood up straight, let him see her pale thin face, her now light dark blue, visible she did not get too good rest.

Maybe it's because of him. After observing these days, he found that she was very kind to all people, and even responded to every request, but she was indifferent to him. Maybe it was because he was an outsider.

He thought, but did not because of her indifference, with the idea of retreat. In addition to her own things, he has great interest in this room. He wants to know the story of this room both in public and in private. In fact, he also has a general understanding, but this information does not make him useful.

The versions heard these days are almost the same, and the Qing Dynasty furniture on the outside are all antiques that can shine brilliantly in the auction house, but they are not what he wants. He walked through all the rooms in the front and back floors except the store owner, and didn't find much. What he was looking for was probably in her room.

What's a good way to get him into the house?

According to her indifference to him and her gloomy face, she should have been seriously hurt, and the people who hurt her should be similar to him, otherwise she can't explain her hostility to him.

It's hostility, it's insidious hostility.

He didn't know what kind of mentality he had been observing her these days. Is it because there may be something he is looking for in her room that he must observe her in order to find a way to deal with it? Or is it because she has some habits like Mo Hui?

His analysis is not clear. He can rationally analyze every detailed work form and make a huge plan, but he can't analyze the immediate problems.

He thought that the latter factors had a larger proportion in his mind.

She does have some habits of Mo Hui, such as the taste of steamed buns is similar, like to drink millet porridge, eat small pickles, can do his favorite dishes, like drying quilts, like wearing slippers, walking around, he lived in a week, did not see her wear other shoes besides slippers.

However, her appearance, her character, let him directly deny the possibility, no matter how a person's appearance changes, it will not jump out of that outline, she and Mo Hui can not find a similar place in appearance. And character is also, he thought that the possibility of Mo Hui's character change is very big, completely overthrow the previous character, it is also possible that people who have been traumatized will always be sharp in the eyes, but this woman does not, some are just indifferent, the eyes are very calm, calm so that sometimes he can't see any flow of thought.

Oh, this man is so persistent.

Mo Hui sighs in his heart.

After drying the quilts, she went to the small hall, lowered her head and wiped the old wooden tables in the shop with a dry cloth. These tables were used by the former bamboo mat maker and his wife, and she continued to use them when she came. It's only used with great care, not only to reproduce the appearance at that time, but also to preserve these antiquities.

However, how can things in the world be perfect.

Just like the scratches on this table, how careful she used it at the beginning, there are still several more marks on this table, like scars lying on the flat table.

Maybe it's too long for Mo Hui to be in a daze. Zhang lingshuo comes over and sees that her fingers are staying on the notch on the table.

"Are you regretting a few more traces? It doesn't matter. There are antiquities repairers in Zhang's group. They will help you make them the same as they are. " Zhang lingshuo said in a warm voice that he continued to greet the uncertain woman with a smile.

"Yes? Can the traces on the table be smoothed, and the traces in the heart also be smoothed by forgetting? " Mo Hui's voice suddenly became cold.

Mo Hui's heart is angry, angry with this man's gentle attitude, she can feel the ice in his heart, as long as the gentle attitude is broken, facing her is the thick ice.Now, she does not have the extra strength to face his ice, can only choose to escape.

But this damned man has been observing her openly and secretly, which makes her have the impulse to rush forward and destroy his sight. However, now she is not Mo Hui, who used to act supreme. She can only be angry at her incompetence in the bottom of her heart.

"What a smart mouth! You want to take the opportunity to tell me that you have a wound in your heart and want someone to repair it. " Zhang lingshuo's attitude is deliberately frivolous.

How dare he ask?!

He asked her if she was hurt!

Don't feel that the Qi and blood in your chest is almost going back, and you can't even breathe smoothly. Suddenly, she left the rag in her hand and ran back to her building without looking back.

After testing out the woman he should call the landlord, Zhang lingshuo also went upstairs to open his delicate and ultra-thin laptop and began to get busy.

The case has been discussed for three months, all aspects of the conditions have been agreed, the contract is only a form, so he just went through it at a glance.

This is quite different from his usual work philosophy, he knows.

But his dizzy brain has made him unable to calm down and take a close look at every word. The cold bath for several days makes him have a slight cold, which seems to be more serious tonight. It's so serious that when he looks at the computer screen, he can see the phenomenon of ghosting. He shook his head, and there was a deep pain in his stomach. This damned stomachache is even stirring up at this time.

He gave a dull cough, pressed a command, turned off the computer and finished the day's work. He is a person who cherishes his feathers very much. He knows that such insistence is invalid. He dares not to hold up strongly. The consequence of holding up strongly is not necessarily much better than falling down. It's better to suffer less crime and never hold up strongly when he should fall down.

He coughed a few more times and leaned lazily back against the back of the wooden chair. He habitually reached out and picked up the water cup on the table. After drinking it, he found that it was empty.

He stroked his aching stomach and went downstairs to the kitchen for water.

In the back room, Mo Hui stares at the half bowl of noodles left in front of her eyes. She has been eating for two hours, but still can't solve the problem. With a sigh, she puts on her slippers and goes downstairs with a big bowl.

I don't think I'll meet him at this time.

These days, she found that she was more and more sensitive and unable to share a space with him, so she even brought the meal to her room to eat by herself. Naturally, the townspeople and leaders of the town would vie with each other to solve his diet, so he didn't eat much at home, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She went through the small garden and into the small hall. But in the kitchen table to see that do not want to see the tall figure.

He was holding a glass in his hand. His shirt was half wet and his buttons were half open, revealing his chest with some water stains. His black silk like raw silk was a little messy. After hearing her footsteps, he turned to look at her, and his always pure black eyes were slightly red. Now he looks like too bad.

As a matter of fact, he looks very tired, as if he is carrying an unbearable force on his body and may fall down all the time.

From knowing him to now, she has never seen him like this. She is so tired that it hurts.

In recent days, the light in his room is always on very late, and in the daytime, he went to the bamboo forest to check the situation, so he didn't get a good rest at all. Clearly do not want to think of him, do not want to see him, she still clearly know his situation, eyes always involuntarily on him.

She's asking for it. She knows it very well.

Looking at his tired face, he now tired cyan traces, slightly depressed cheeks.

For a moment, she almost wanted to reach out and touch him to smooth the wrinkling between his brows, just like the pious attitude of the past years.

But in the end, she was still motionless, just clutching the big bowl tightly in her hands for fear that she could not control it and left.

Seeing Mo Hui, Zhang lingshuo was obviously surprised, holding a water cup and standing still.

This woman is always trying to avoid him, he knows. Therefore, he simply answered a bunch of meals that he could not have promised before, and came back after eating outside. Knowing that she would not prepare meals for him, it would be better to eat outside.

So they haven't met each other in four or five days.

Now, to let her see his embarrassed appearance, he was a little uncomfortable.

He nodded politely to her, ready to drink the water in his hands. His throat itched and he coughed uncontrollably.