The next morning.

The cell phone rang.

The man who sank into the soft pillow reached out his hand to fumble in confusion. When he opened it, he saw that it was a text message.

"Are you coming to the library? I have something to ask you, Chu Zihang."

Lu Mingfei woke up instantly, and a carp rolled and jumped up from the bed, making a lot of noise. Unfortunately, the hero Fingel was sleeping on the upper bunk. As long as he didn't play the hero song, he could continue to sleep like a dead pig.

Facing the movement on the lower bunk, Fingel hummed and licked the corners of his mouth, as if he was thinking about something, then turned over and continued to sleep.

Suddenly, the cell phone alert rang again.

Lu Mingfei picked it up and saw that it was another text message from his senior brother.

"Sorry, something unexpected happened. Can I meet you in the afternoon? I'll be waiting for you in the library at one o'clock in the afternoon. Chu Zihang."

Lu Mingfei rubbed the newly grown stubble on his chin, thoughtfully.

Senior brother actually sent him an invitation first and then postponed it later?

No, you have to go to the library and check it out!

He hummed a hero song and walked to the bathroom to wash up, preparing to go to the cafeteria to enjoy a sumptuous breakfast before going to the library to catch a traitor.

…

…

The skylight fell on the table through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Chu Zihang put down his mobile phone, turned to look out the window, and waved.

A girl who was brighter than the light of day stood tall and graceful, with a graceful figure, a hopeful smile, and flashed the thermos bucket in her hand at him.

One minute later.

"What is this?" Chu Zihang watched Xia Mi put the thermos bucket on the table.

"Tremella soup, Tremella soup, I added your favorite sugar osmanthus!" Xia Mi's tone was full of show off, and his face seemed to have "praise me, praise me" written all over it.

Chu Zihang's Adam's apple twitched, and he swallowed the words "food is not allowed in the library" again.

He has always had a strong learning ability, and he has become more or less aware of which situations are inappropriate and which words are inappropriate to say.

The girl comes to you with great interest and brings carefully prepared delicacies. You are still struggling with the rules of not allowing food to be brought into the library. That is no longer a disgrace to the scenery, but a hopeless one.

Speaking of which, Chu Zihang always felt that he was nothing like his father. His face was inherited from his mother's genes, and her mother was naturally beautiful.

Of course, dad is not bad either, otherwise there would be no reason why he could get mom in the first place.

This aspect of character is purely acquired.

Thanks to his family's native environment, Chu Zihang learned to be independent at a very young age. After all, his mother always urged Zihang to grow up quickly, so that when he grows up, he can protect his mother...

If that man were here now, he could definitely talk about this bowl of white fungus soup, praise the girl in a roundabout way, and make the girl laugh so hard.

It's a pity that he didn't inherit this talent. Instead, he went in the opposite direction to his father, and seemed a bit dull emotionally.

Chu Zihang took the spoon and ate the white fungus soup one spoonful at a time.

"Is it delicious? Is it delicious?" Xia Mi narrowed his eyes.

"Very good." Chu Zihang said dryly.

He subconsciously withdrew his professional comment of "too much sugar and sweet-scented osmanthus".

"How do you know that I like sugar-osmanthus the most?" Chu Zihang suddenly remembered.

"Guess." Xia Mi made a face.

Chu Zihang was very cooperative and immediately fell into deep thought.

He was thinking about when these personal privacy issues were leaked.

To be honest, he never told anyone... No, Lu Mingfei got the news from some unknown source, so it was his junior brother who said it?

"Oh, have you really forgotten?" Xia Mi wrinkled his nose and pouted, "When you came to my house before, I served you a bowl of white fungus soup. I prepared it for a long time for that time, but unfortunately...

It didn’t satisfy you.”

Chu Zihang was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses and said seriously: "I'm sorry, today's white fungus soup is very delicious."

He lowered his head and took a spoonful of the white fungus soup from the thermos bucket into his mouth.

The greatest respect for someone who prepares delicious food for you is to destroy all the food.

For example, before returning to school, his mother personally cooked the dumplings for him. Unfortunately, those dumplings were so anti-human that he couldn’t eat them. Otherwise, no matter how unpalatable they were, Chu Zihang would have swallowed them by force. At most, he would have drank more water or washed himself.

A stomach.

He had had breakfast before coming to the library, which consisted of fried double eggs and buttered bread. Fortunately, he was used to being half full, so he still had some room for this bowl of white fungus soup.

Xia Mi put his chin in his hands and said with a smile: "As long as you like it, I will make it for you tomorrow!"

"Then...can you put less sugar in it?"

"Hmph, there is indeed a problem!"

"No...no, it's just...a bit sweet." Chu Zihang was a little embarrassed.

"There's no need to hide it from me. I'm cooking it for you. If you insist on eating it even though it's not delicious just to deal with me, I'll be sad."

Your opinion is just a contribution to the improvement of my cooking skills!"

"I put too much rock sugar." Chu Zihang said honestly.

"Roger that, sir!" Corporal Xia Mi saluted solemnly and began to self-examine, "I added rock sugar and sweet-scented osmanthus. Maybe I didn't control the amount well. I'll add less rock sugar tomorrow."

"Trouble."

"No trouble."

The early morning sunshine was quiet and soft, there were few people coming and going in the library, and the staff lazily stayed behind the bar and dozed.

Chu Zihang lowered his head and was busy disposing of the white fungus soup in the thermos bucket. In addition to the aroma of the white fungus soup, there was also the very familiar scent of Xia Mi on the tip of his nose, like sunshine and rain.

"Senior brother, were you happy when you were a child?" Xia Mi looked sideways at the window and murmured.

hapiness?

This is an extremely complex term that is difficult to define.

Chu Zihang's hand holding the spoon paused.

Some pictures in my mind flickered on and off, as if there was a movie playing on an old crank projector——

It was many years ago. In that small shabby house with only a dozen square meters, men were crawling everywhere, a boy was riding on the man's shoulders and shouting "drive, drive, drive", and a beautiful woman was surrounding the gas stove.

In a hurry...

It's really unimaginable that I still have such a lively side, but it seems that as I grow up, I become less and less like myself...

"Senior brother, did I bring back some bad memories for you?" Xia Mi carefully observed his expression.

Chu Zihang suddenly came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and whispered: "No, it has nothing to do with you, I just accidentally remembered something forgotten in the corner..."

He was silent for a while and said softly: "My parents divorced when I was very young. Before they divorced, my family was very poor, but I felt very happy at that time. Later they divorced, and my mother

He took me to move to my stepfather's house, and my stepfather... He promised that my mother would be good to me. He is a man of his word, and I am very grateful to him."

Xia Mi asked cautiously: "After your mother remarried, do you feel unhappy?"

"It's not that I'm unhappy..." Chu Zihang paused, "Well, it's true that I can't say that I'm happy. Although my family suddenly became rich and the house they lived in was more than ten times the size of before, the hole in my heart was filled by money and the house.

It won’t work.”

"Oh!" Xia Mi nodded desperately, as if she wanted to show that she understood what he meant.

Looking at Xia Mi, who was unusually silly, Chu Zihang suddenly said: "Can you imagine me saying dirty words or making harsh words?"

Xia Mi's eyes widened, he thought for a while, shook his head and said:

"No, I remember when the opponent fouled on the basketball court, senior brother, you just raised your hand and called the referee stupidly, right? At that time, there were people behind your back saying that you couldn't afford to play and you would only complain!"

"But it's okay, I scolded him for you!"

She smiled and shook her head, just like a cat waiting for her owner's praise.

Chu Zihang laughed silently and continued: "But I really can say it. I used to hate my father and couldn't understand his choices. If you haven't seen him, that man is always playful and smiling, and he often makes promises but can't keep them.

He didn't look like a father at all. I hated him very much at that time, so I often vented my negative emotions to him. You can't see that I got angry and lost my temper because there was someone who bore all my negative emotions, and that person was me.

My father. He is like a trash can filled with the garbage I made..."

"At that time, I used the most harsh and mean words I could imagine to prick him. Some of the words I may have regretted as soon as I said them, but at that time, I just wanted to see the frustrated or angry side of that man..."

He suddenly fell silent.

The air was condensed and the temperature dropped sharply. Xia Mi stared blankly at the boy with confused eyes.

"Later I found out that it turned out to be 'sorry for one's misfortune and angry for one's inability to fight'... It's really funny. As a son, I'm angry that my father doesn't strive for the happiness he deserves..."

He lowered his head and spoke softly.

"!" A clear and serious voice sounded.
To be continued...