Chapter 121

After dinner, Zhong Mingwei urges ah Chou to carry the bedding and pillows. Ah Chou crumples up the blanket and takes it into the room. Then Zhong Mingwei stares at the loose straw mat in her hand and suddenly sinks.

Ah Chou said hurriedly, "I'll throw it away."

Zhong Mingwei didn't speak, but his face was much better. Obviously, he agreed with ah Chou. At present, ah Chou had to put the bedding or something on the bed, and then he went out with the straw mat in his arms. However, she was really willing to lose the straw mat where she was a small door. She crept the straw mat back to the original house, rolled it up and put it against the wall, so as not to be sent by Zhong Mingwei Now, she specially put the straw mat behind the door.

Ah Chou is proud of her wit. She can't throw such a good mat. Maybe she can use it later.

When ah Chou returned to his room, Zhong Mingwei had already sat on the edge of the Kang and waved to ah Chou: "girl, help me to the bed."

"You're going to bed?" Ah Chou looked surprised. "Didn't he sleep on the Kang all the time? You don't have to change places. I'll go to bed. "

"Come and help me." Zhong Mingwei didn't want to talk nonsense with her. He repeated it again.

"That's OK," ah Chou nodded, paused, and said, "wait a minute, I'll make the bed for you."

As ah Chou said, she climbed into the bed and spread out the rolled up mattress. When she was about to get out of the bed, she remembered that the quilt on the bed was hers. She was embarrassed at the moment. When she was about to get out of the bed and go to the Kang to pick up Zhong Mingwei's quilt, she listened to the man behind her saying, "it's OK, it's the same."

"Oh." Ah Chou answered softly, and there was no need to change the bedding again, but he was muttering in his heart, where is the same, where can I sleep if I sleep on the mattress you have slept on and cover the quilt you have covered?

However, ah Chou was obviously worried. When she washed the dishes and burned hot water to wash the dishes for the two, she had a fight with her sleepy eyelids. She helped Zhong Mingwei to the bed, climbed onto the Kang again, pillow Zhong Mingwei's pillow to cover Zhong Mingwei's quilt, and she had no pressure at all, so she fell asleep.

Zhong Mingwei can't sleep. The upper part of the lower part of the bed is full of the smell of ah Chou. It's not a fragrance. It's a girl's breath. It's really confusing for Zhong Mingwei. Especially in this quiet night, ah Chou lies on the Kang not far away from him 。

Before the candle was extinguished, the flames leaped like the heartbeat of Zhong Mingwei at this moment. He turned his head slowly. When he saw the girl's sleeping face, he was too busy to look at it.

"Poof!" Zhong Mingwei blew out the candle.

"Zhong Mingwei." In the dark, Zhong Mingwei heard the girl's voice, which seemed to be babbling, and it seemed to be in his ear.

"What's the matter?" Zhong Mingwei's temple jumps badly.

"You You don't read? " Ah Chou's voice was more vague, followed by the sound of turning over, "how, how did you blow the light so early?"

In the dark, Zhong Mingwei took a deep breath and spit it out gently.

"No, I'll see it tomorrow." For a long time, Zhong Mingwei said softly.

"Oh, when are you going to be free Read me the stories in the book... " Ah Chou's voice was even smaller, and at the end of the day, he could hardly make a sound. "I like it best Listen to the story... "

"Well, I'll read it to you," said Zhong Mingwei softly, each word with extraordinary gentleness. "But you have to wait until you grow up."

August 15, Jiasheng.

Capital.

Ci Ning palace.

The Empress Dowager always practices Buddhism on Wutai Mountain. It's easy not to go down the mountain. Therefore, for the first time in ten years, the Empress Dowager spent the Mid Autumn Festival in the palace. The long-term master naturally valued it. So on this day, the long-term master Zhong Zhiheng used the mid autumn dinner together with the Empress Dowager. As for other mothers and princes, although Baba was looking forward to coming, the long-term master had an early oral message It's the Mid Autumn Festival this year that only spent time with the mother and son of the empress dowager, which naturally hurt a group of women who had been dressed up early.