Zuo Zimo insisted on sending Xiang Ziwan home before leaving. When he got off the car, Xiang Ziwan did not enter the house immediately, but stood in the direction of the door. He did not turn around until he saw the other party's car completely disappearing into the night.
My mood is indescribably complicated.
When he opened the door, he saw Mr. Zuo sitting on the sofa in the living room. When he saw her, he smiled and said, "You're back?"
"Yes, Grandpa." Xiang Ziwan nodded politely, walked to the seat next to her and sat down.
When Mr. Zuo saw that she was alone, he couldn't help but look outside the door and said, "Where did that kid go if he doesn't come home so late?"
From what happened last time, it seemed that the old man had some objections to Zuo Weiliang. He didn't want to say it out and make the other party upset, so Xiang Ziyuan casually gave a reason and said: "A friend has something to do with him, and he should be back soon."
Now, Grandpa doesn’t have to worry.”
"Yes!" The old man responded softly, moved the corners of his mouth with a smile, and said pleasantly: "You haven't eaten yet? What do you want to eat? Grandpa asked them to cook it for you."
Xiang Ziyuan gave a faint smile and refused: "No need to bother, grandpa. I just had it at my friend's house."
"Is that so?" The old man frowned slightly, but he soon relaxed again and smiled to express his understanding: "Well, you have been tired for a day, so if you have nothing to do, go up and rest first. I will leave the kitchen in a while
I’ll help you make a bowl of white fungus and lotus seed porridge and bring it to you later.”
"Thank you, Grandpa!" Xiang Ziwan smiled and nodded, but the smile could not reach his eyes.
The old man saw that something was wrong with her mood. As she stood up, he couldn't help but asked with concern: "Have you encountered any problems? If anything happens, you can talk to grandpa."
"No!" Xiang Ziyuan shook his head, tried his best to twitch his lips and said: "I'm fine, grandpa, there's no need to worry about me. I'll go back to the room if it's okay. Grandpa, please take a rest early!"
"Go!" The old man nodded. Looking at the figure who turned around and went upstairs, his brows furrowed into a hill-like shape again, and a hint of complexity and worry appeared on his face covered with vicissitudes of time.
On this day, she cooked for Nuan Nuan and helped her clean up the house, which made her very tired. When she returned to the room, the first thing she did was to take a hot bath, and then poured herself into the soft bed.
In the big bed.
Looking at the white roof, Xiang Ziyuan felt upset and angry, so she simply pulled off the quilt and covered her head to sleep.
Drowsily, I actually fell asleep.
It was already midnight when she woke up, and the room was dark. Xiang Ziyuan fumbled to turn on the desk lamp, and when she saw the empty side beside her, her heart felt empty.
I took out my mobile phone from under the pillow and turned it on. There was not even a missed call, and my heart dropped to the bottom.
That person clearly said he would come back...
He placed his finger on the top of Zuo Zimo's column in the contacts list. He hesitated for a long time, but in the end he still didn't dial it out.
In an instant, he lost sleep.
I kept my eyes open like this until dawn. When I looked in the mirror, I realized that my eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.
Zuo Zimo didn't come back until the next day. When he got home, Xiang Ziwan was having breakfast with the old man in the restaurant.
Seeing the other party appear, the old man was the first to ask: "Why have you come back now? What is so important that you can't wait until daytime to deal with it?"
Zuo Zimo subconsciously glanced in the direction of Zi Yuan, who lowered his head and silently ate the bread in his hand. He couldn't see the expression on the other person's face, so he couldn't guess what the other person was thinking at the moment.