Zhang Moyan turned the light of her mobile phone downward, narrowed the range of light exposure, and walked gently to the Arhat bed not far from Xiao Xingyu's bed.
Xiao Xingyu reached out and turned on the reading lamp beside the bed.
The lights suddenly turned on. Zhang Moyan was startled and turned around immediately.
"Did I disturb you?"
Xiao Xingyu took back his hand: "Not yet, what are you doing?"
"..." As the saying goes, knowing the elegant meaning after listening to a string song, when Zhang Moyan left just now, Xiao Xingyu was talking about what to do if he wanted to drink water, and what to do if he wanted to go to the toilet. How could she not know what he meant? She had to suffer alone.
With such a serious injury, I probably wouldn't be able to sleep at night, or even if I could sleep, I would still want someone to accompany me... I didn't agree to him just now, but I kept feeling uneasy after going back, so I came here again.
"I'll sleep here so it's easier to take care of me." Zhang Moyan said vaguely. Anyway, now that he knew Xiao Xingyu was awake, he took more drastic measures.
She put the pillows and thin blankets on the Arhat bed, and moved the small tea table in the middle of the Arhat bed to the table. The Arhat bed was originally covered with soft cushions, and taking away the small tea table could be used as a bed for one person to sleep on.
"Do you want to come to bed and sleep?" Xiao Xingyu asked.
Zhang Moyan was startled: "No, no, it's very spacious here. It's good to sleep here."
Xiao Xingyu knew from her expression that the suggestion he made was too abrupt and difficult to accept, so he did not insist on it.
Zhang Moyan put the pillow on the end close to Xiao Xingyu, spread out the thin blanket, and got in: "Teacher Xiao, turn off the lights and go to bed early!"
A warm current surged in Xiao Xingyu's chest, and even the lights slowly turned out.
The room fell into darkness, but after a while, your eyes adjusted, and you could see the outline of the furnishings in the room through the moonlight that filtered in through the window, as well as the woman lying flat on the Arhat bed. There was silence in the room, and her eyelashes trembled in the silvery light like water.
A trembling, like a feather gently tickling his heart.
"You can't sleep?" Xiao Xingyu couldn't help but ask.
Zhang Moyan was slightly surprised and tilted her head in his direction: "Yes, did I disturb you?"
Xiao Xingyu smiled: "Why did you bother me when you didn't even make a sound? I was worried about why you weren't breathing."
"Oh, that's good."
Two hot-blooded single men and women were in the same room in the middle of the night, and neither of them could sleep. Soon the atmosphere in the air became a little different.
It's a pity that Xiao Xingyu is now weak even if he is willing, so he has to ask some serious questions: "What are you thinking about when you can't sleep?"
Zhang Moyan was quiet for a while, as if thinking about it, and then said: "I was wondering, why does your family have a family rule that requires you to be beaten if you look at that monument? There are only a dozen or so on that monument.
It’s just the names of the ancestors. In my opinion, they are all honorable people and not something shameful. What does it matter if the descendants see it?”
Xiao Xingyu heard that Zhang Moyan was still complaining about him, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly. He was silent for a long time in the dark, and then said quietly: "You think it doesn't matter, that's because you are not an insider."
"Oh?"
"Well," Xiao Xingyu nodded himself: "The ancestor who established this family rule, his name is on the Tongzhen Monument... He set such a rule because he felt his own personal feelings.
For the people on the monument, the older they get, the more anxious they become, and the lingering regrets linger when they die; for those who come after, they are not considered successful, and they have no role in stimulating their potential. On the contrary, they will let future generations
He was afraid of becoming one of them, so he hesitated to study the azure glazed porcelain. He himself did not want to be seen by future generations, and the people on the monument did not want to be seen by others, unless our Xiao family could crack the secret
The craftsmanship of azure glazed porcelain, otherwise, those names would be unbearable to look back on."
Listening to Xiao Xingyu's eloquent words, Zhang Moyan gradually began to sympathize with the feelings of the ancestors of the Xiao family: "That's why you said that only when there are names at the head of the monument, can all the names on that monument usher in a glorious day.
moment."
"Yes, only the Xiao family can understand this feeling," Xiao Xingyu sighed almost inaudibly and said slowly, "Thinking about the past, the bustling competition, sighing at the building outside the door, the continuous sorrow and hatred. Through the ages,
Gao Gao laments the honor and disgrace."
Zhang Moyan was surprised that Xiao Xingyu would pronounce such a phrase, which was very different from the impression he usually gave people. She stood up and even wanted to take a look at his appearance in such dim light.
Xiao Xingyu noticed her movement and lay on his side to face her: "What our Xiao family has done for generations is really stupid and stupid, so as members of our Xiao family, we must have this kind of responsibility on our shoulders.
Look inside the situation. Otherwise, a couple will not be able to support each other until the end."
Xiao Xingyu's sentimental tone made people have to think more. Zhang Moyan reacted for more than ten seconds and asked cautiously: "Could it be that... uncle and aunt separated because of this?"
Xiao Xingyu did not answer. After a long while, he said: "So, I hope that my future life partner will understand me and firmly support me in this career."
Zhang Moyan was enlightened, and then thought of Dean Geng. As a descendant of an ancient porcelain sect who is on par with the Xiao family, Dean Geng will definitely understand and support Xiao Xingyu's career.
By the way, career?
Xiao Xingyu said that the Xiao family’s research on azure-glazed porcelain was a silly and stupid thing, and it was his career?
Zhang Moyan climbed on the pillow and stretched her head out of the Arhat bed: "Teacher Xiao, do you mean that you will study azure glazed porcelain again in the future?"
Zhang Moyan's eyes shine brightly in the dark night, and her current posture can also be described as "looking forward to it".
However, Xiao Xingyu did not answer her question, but changed the topic: "I remember that when I was a child, I was very naughty and was often beaten by my father. My mother would sleep with me every time after being beaten."
"..."
"Are you cold?"
"Not bad."
"Is the Arhat bed hard?"
"It's not bad."
"Why don't you come over and sleep with me, and I'll tell you the story."
Zhang Moyan rested her elbows on the pillow, dumbfounded, but... his topic was so attractive, how could this person be more stuck than those online article authors?
Undecided.
After all, men and women are not intimate, so sleeping in the same bed is too ambiguous.
Xiao Xingyu waited for a long time, then raised half of his body in displeasure and said dissatisfied: "I didn't even mind, so what do you mind?"
Then the voice suddenly became careless, "Are you afraid that you can't control yourself, or do you think so highly of me that you think I can do anything today?"
Then he continued to lie down on the pillow and made a pitiful gesture, "I just miss my mother right now. I want to relive the days when my mother was with me after I was beaten, so that I don't have those evil thoughts of yours."
Although this remark was not without sarcasm, it was more to relieve her worries. After Xiao Xingyu said this, he stared at Zhang Moyan motionlessly. It was a rare opportunity for him to suffer misfortune, so of course he had to make the best use of it.
"Isn't this not good?" Zhang Moyan still hesitated.
Xiao Xingyu had to add two more sentences: "If I don't tell you, no third person will know...Okay, okay, if I don't force you, then we won't talk anymore and go to bed!"
He pulled the quilt over his head and covered himself tightly.
Then hold your breath and observe the movement.
Waiting and waiting, when he was almost suffocating himself to death, he heard someone gently getting off the Arhat's bed, and the footsteps gradually approached.
Then Zhang Moyan's soft voice sounded next to the bed: "Then why don't you go back to sleep!"
