Sad reminder Xiaobai

The next day, it was Zhou Jixian who woke up in a daze and saw Liang Nuo who was sleeping beside him.

The temperature was low, and she stayed in bed, seeing that she was still awake, Zhou Ji slowly crawled out of the bed like a snail.

Just after getting dressed, the person on the bed opened his eyes in a daze, raised his head halfway, and looked at himself.

Zhou Ji paused and asked, "Are you awake?"

She replied with a little discomfort in her throat, "Well, I have a headache."

Seeing her sitting up, Zhou Ji glanced at her casually put aside yesterday's clothes, saw her reaching out to find the clothes, Zhou Ji said a little embarrassedly, "Um, I'll go to the kitchen to boil water and wash."

"Well, you go, I'll come later."

Hearing her response, Zhou Ji hurried out of the room, looking at the frost outside, it was a vast expanse of whiteness, and the exhaled breath also turned into white mist, dissipating in the air.

Going to the kitchen to light a fire and boil water, Zhou Ji sat on a small stool in the kitchen and analyzed himself.

It was obvious that Liang Nuo couldn't remember what happened yesterday, so what he said yesterday shouldn't be interesting.

Besides, Liang Nuo, even if she has a close relationship with him, it can't be said that she likes him or something.

After such an analysis, Zhou Ji felt that as a modern person, he absolutely still had to think this way.

After all, this is not the 21st century, if something happens, will it be locked up immediately.

It's scary to think about it. Zhou Ji's experience in reading novels for so many years is finally reflected in a flash.

Zhou Ji stretched out his hands, pinched his face, and said silently, "Zhou Ji, Zhou Ji, stop thinking about it, if you have any strange thoughts, you will be punished, and you will lose two meals!"

After thinking about it, the two meals seemed a bit too serious, so I changed it and said, "If you have such strange thoughts again, just skip one meal!"

Unexpectedly, Liang Nuo entered the kitchen and asked, "What, are you hungry? Want to eat?"

Zhou Ji was taken aback and stared blankly, watching Liang Nuo take a ladle to ride the water, pour it into the basin, wring out the handkerchief and hand it over, "Ah Ji, come on, wash your face, I'm going to make rice now .”

Holding the handkerchief, Zhou Ji didn't dare to look at Liang Nuo, but he was moved and a little nervous.

He thought to himself, maybe it was because Liang Nuo was so kind to him, and because he used to read novels often, he had too much brains.

Liang Nuo, she must have a very good person to take care of her.

After receiving the hot rice porridge from Liang Nuo, Zhou Ji kept his head down and ate it without saying a word.

After dinner, Liang Nuo told her about Fulinpu, Zhou Ji came to the house in a rickety carriage.

When the door was pushed open, Xiao Ling still looked the same, standing aside and grinding for her young lady.

There was a brazier in the room, it was much warmer, Zhou Ji turned around and closed the door, moved to the window, and opened a small slit for ventilation.

There's no way, Zhou Ji can't get used to the carbon dioxide in the room, and it's easy to make himself groggy.

At noon, after a rest, Muqin came to investigate, saying, "It looks like this painting won't be finished until next spring."

Turning around, he took out a receipt, handed it to Zhou Ji, and said, "This is a five-year receipt. All the paintings you have within five years can only be sold by me, and the price will not be owed to you."

Zhou Ji held the pen, looked at the painting from a distance, and said, "It's fine, but what do you want to do? As a participant, I have to know, right?"

"I don't see it, you don't look so dull, but you can't understand it when you say it, what I want, money is not the point, but the fame of your paintings, do something for me."

Zhou Ji approached and followed the note, double-checked the document, signed it with a pen, and said, "It looks like you don't look like a bad person, okay, I'll sign it."

Looking at Muqin, she put away her fan, bent her lips and said with a smile, "What's good and what's bad, it's up to you, a child, to say it."

"However, I have no reason to lie to you. Don't worry, after all, you still have Miss Liang as a friend."

Staring blankly, Muqin walked away, Zhou Ji really felt that Muqin looked really good when he smiled.

Holding the pen, looking at the painting, his head turned to Liang Nuo, Liang Nuo really rarely smiled.

Zhou Ji could feel Liang Nuo's mood when he gave her the chain that day, but he never saw her smile happily a few times.

Thinking about it, Liang Nuo has experienced so many things since she was a child, how can she care about being happy.

After going around for a while, a sudden heavy snowfall reminded Zhou Ji that it was already November.

The padded jacket on Liang Nuo's body was completed yesterday by Liang Nuo, and Zhou Ji never thought that the clothes that Liang Nuo had left in the past two months were for himself.

The neckline is carefully embroidered with stitches, and it is really warm. A few days ago, Auntie asked someone to bring the clothes over and asked when she could go home.

Zhou Ji asked about Muqin, and said that he could go home in mid-November.

Holding the cakes that he bought at the intersection in his hand, he thought that he could give them to Liang Nuo to eat when he arrived at the shop.

Wandering around, the carriage stopped, Zhou Ji got off the carriage, and there happened to be a large flake of snowflakes, with a light blow, it landed in front of him, and then fell elsewhere.

Stepping into the shop, the clerk was busy taking care of the individual, Lao Zhou lowered his head to write down the account books, leaned against the door and looked at the snow all over the street, Zhou Ji shivered unexpectedly.

The guy who was free at the side approached and called, "Xiao Ji, please sit back first. Miss Liang and Zhou Liang went outside to discuss business. They won't be back for a while."

Zhou Ji looked at the people in the room, shook his head, and said, "It's okay, it's more comfortable to breathe here."

Glancing at the back and forth streets on both sides, there were fewer and fewer people coming and going, stuffing a small piece of pastry into his mouth, thinking, Liang Nuo, if you don't come back again, there won't be many pastries left.

Because my mouth was too dry, I walked up to the guy and said, "I'm a little thirsty, can you give me some water?"

"Come on, this tea is a little hot, be careful."

Zhou Ji glanced at the tea in this cup, wondering if people here don't drink water?

However, I was very thirsty and afraid of being hot, so I drank in small sips.

Old Zhou at the opposite counter was fiddling with his abacus, saw Zhou Ji, and beckoned.

Holding the teacup, Zhou Ji approached, and heard Lao Zhou say, "Xiao Ji, have you always lived with Miss Liang?"

Zhou Ji nodded.

"Then Miss Liang, did you have any other close people?"

Glancing at the old man's gossip, Zhou Ji suddenly came up, one, does this old man have thoughts about Liang Nuo?Second, does anyone in this old man's family have any thoughts about Liang Nuo?

Based on the above, Zhou Ji shook his head and answered "No."

Look at the old man's expression.The final answer should be, two.

Zhou Ji took a sip of tea, put down his teacup, walked to the door, looked at the white sky, and thought, hey, is it possible that everyone in this place wants to be a matchmaker?

Without thinking for a moment, he saw Liang Nuo and Zhou Liang coming from the corner on the right.

It was rare to see Liang Nuo getting along with anyone so intimately, but Zhou Ji seriously said that the hand on his arm was Liang Nuo.

Zhou Ji was stunned for a moment before he could react, he watched Liang Nuo approaching, saw Zhou Ji, and said, "Ah Ji, why don't you go inside and wait, it's so cold outside."

Pulled by her hand, Zhou Ji walked into the back, and Zhou Ji glanced at Zhou Liang who was behind him.

But in his heart he was inexplicably thankful that Liang Nuo still cared about her very much.

But when he suddenly realized his thoughts, Zhou Ji was confused, looked at her who was pouring tea, and then she held the teacup and put it in the palm of her hand.

Zhou Ji looked at Liang Nuo, and heard her say, "Don't let go, hold it tightly, and warm your hands."

Nodding in response, thinking of the pastry on her body, she took out the bag containing the pastry, handed it to her, and said, "Arnuo, I bought some on the way, you can try it."

She reached out to open it, took out a piece, handed it to her face and said, "Come, you eat."

Zhou Ji opened his mouth to take a piece, watched her lower her head, bit the pastry, held up the bag, and said, "So, Ah Ji ate most of the bag on the way."

Zhou Ji blushed to cover up, drinking tea, his tongue was a little numb from the heat.

Watching her put the remaining half of the bag aside, drinking tea, someone called "Miss Liang" outside

She put down the teacup and said, "I'll go out first, Aji will stay here, don't go out again."

Zhou Ji nodded, looked at her and Zhou Liang who was standing outside, and went upstairs.

He lowered his head, looked at the teacup in his hand, took a big gulp, and swallowed it quickly, complaining that the tea was bitter, not as good as water.