Pit Text Recovery System [Quick Transmigration]

After leaving the studio next door, Mr. Zhong looked at the time, and it was almost time to fall asleep.

"Okay, good boy, it's time to take a bath and go to bed." Mr. Zhong walked to Zhong Xibai's side and patted him on the shoulder.

Zhong Xibai raised his head and glanced at Third Master Zhong, and walked towards the bathroom very obediently.

Zhong Sanye did not leave immediately after Zhong Xibai entered the bathroom, but sat in the room and waited for Zhong Xibai to come out after washing.

The sound of the shower in the bathroom could be faintly heard, and Mr. Zhong couldn't help imagining the scene of Zhong Xibai taking a bath at this moment in his mind, his lower abdomen suddenly tightened, and his whole body became hot...

Sensing the changes in his body, Mr. Zhong quickly calmed down, and crossed his legs, as if to cover up his untimely excitement.

Ten minutes passed, and the sound of the shower inside stopped, and after a while, Zhong Xibai, who was wearing a bathrobe, came out of the bathroom. There was a ruddy luster, and water was still dripping from the hair that had been wiped slightly.Although he held a towel in his hand, he didn't intend to wipe it at all. He just looked at Mr. Zhong with his slightly moist eyes.

Mr. Zhong, who had almost calmed down, smiled, and waved to Zhong Xibai who had just left the bathroom, "Xiaoxi, come here."

After Mr. Zhong's words fell, Zhong Xibai raised his foot and walked towards Mr. Zhong. He didn't stop until he stood in front of Mr. Zhong.

Third Master Zhong stretched out his hand to hold the towel in Zhong Xibai's hand, and gently tugged it twice. Zhong Xibai's arm also swayed in a small arc twice, and then Zhong Xibai let go of his hand, and put The towel was handed over to Mr. Zhong.

"Sit down first," Mr. Zhong said.

Hearing this, Zhong Xibai sat down on Mr. Zhong's lap, with his back to Mr. Zhong.

Zhong Sanye didn't have any strange thoughts because of Zhong Xibai's behavior, because it was Zhong Xibai's problem that Zhong Xibai, who wanted to take care of their sons for his eldest brother and sister-in-law after Zhong Xibai lost his parents, would always be in Zhong Xibai's problem. The way they get along with each other happens from time to time, so for Zhong Xibai to be so close, Mr. Zhong only thinks it is because of their family affection. Apart from expressing that Zhong Xibai does not reject him, it does not represent Zhong Xibai in particular. What.

Mr. Zhong spread out a towel, covered Zhong Xibai's head, and wiped Zhong Xibai patiently.

Neither of them opened their mouths to speak, and the room fell silent, but it was filled with warmth.

Zhong Xibai doesn't like to use a hair dryer, because even the best hair dryer will make noise. After a while, Zhong Xibai, who is especially sensitive to sound, will start to become restless, so since Mr. Zhong found out about this problem, There was no hair dryer in Zhong Xibai's room, and he would wipe Zhong Xibai's hair himself when he was there.

When he was away, his father basically did the work for him, because although he was used to the nannies and servants in the old house, except for Mr. Zhong and Mr. Zhong, Zhong Xibai never let anyone get closer to him by one meter. Within the range, let alone touch him.

The little matter of wiping his head is not a difficult thing for Mr. Zhong to do. On the contrary, he is very happy to do something for his little grandson, because it means that the little grandson is willing to get close to him, although sometimes because of the sudden thought of He became sad because of something, but every time this time would make him feel at ease, at least his little grandson didn't go with his eldest son.

After a while, Mr. Zhong took off the towel, inserted his hand into Zhong Xibai's hair, and felt the humidity of Zhong Xibai's hair.

Fragrant, soft, slippery, and moist, I really want to hug him and bury my head in it to rub against him. This idea flashed through Mr. Zhong's mind many times. He did it when he was young, but later Zhong Xibai grew up to be a teenager, and out of various ideas, he never did such an action to Zhong Xibai again.

Mr. Zhong stroked Zhong Xibai's head a few times with his hand, and then said, "En, it's fine."

For some unknown reason, Zhong Xibai still sat on Mr. Zhong's lap without moving.

Zhong Sanye touched Zhong Xibai's hair again, deeply feeling that he has a hair fetish, Zhong Sanye said: "Good boy, go to bed."

Only then did Zhong Xibai move, he slowly turned his head and looked at Mr. Zhong.

The third master Zhong who met Zhong Xibai's eyes was suddenly taken aback. Although Zhong Xibai's expression was still the same as usual, for some reason, Zhong Xibai at this moment gave him an indescribable feeling, waiting for him to want to When confirming whether this strange feeling was transmitted from Zhong Xibai to him, Zhong Xibai had already turned his head, stood up from his lap, and walked towards the bed.

Third Master Zhong was inexplicably taken aback, looking at Zhong Xibai who had already walked to the bedside, he was suddenly a little puzzled.

Zhong Xibai lifted the quilt, took off the bathrobe on his body, got on the bed, got his feet under the quilt, pulled the quilt to cover himself, and then slowly lay down.

Seeing that Zhong Xibai had fallen asleep, Third Master Zhong remembered the scene just now. After all, it was something related to Zhong Xibai. He had to pay attention to it. It would be great if he could analyze the results. If not, then pay more attention to getting along with each other in the future.

As for whether the extraordinarily short feeling just now was his illusion, Mr. Zhong did not think about this possibility at all, because it is not important whether it is an illusion or not.

Mr. Zhong came to Zhong Xibai's bed, and he didn't know if it was a coincidence, but as soon as he approached, Zhong Xibai on the bed suddenly turned over and turned his back to him.

Mr. Zhong who just wanted to give Zhong Xibai a goodnight kiss: "..."

Zhong Sanye pulled the quilt for Zhong Xibai, after making sure that there would be no air leakage, he patted Zhong Xibai's head, and said softly: "Good night, sweet dreams."

Zhong Xibai on the bed did not move.

Third Master Zhong didn't expect Zhong Xibai's response either, he turned off the light for Zhong Xibai and walked out of his room.

The sound of closing the door reached Zhong Xibai's ears, Zhong Xibai opened his eyes in the darkness, turned over after a few seconds, and looked straight towards the door, as if he was Follow the figure that just left.

After another while, Zhong Xibai got up from the bed, his eyes adapted to the darkness, he didn't turn on the light, he put on his slippers and walked to the studio next door...

Zhong Xibai stood in front of a framed portrait of a character, and the character in the painting was of course Mr. Zhong Sanye.

His body is almost standing against the wall, his hands are placed on both sides of the picture frame as if hugging, his cheeks are also attached to the glass of the picture frame, and the position is exactly opposite to the face of the figure in the portrait.

Zhong Xibai didn't care about the cold feeling of the glass on his skin at all, he rubbed his cheek against the portrait, as if the person inside was a real person, and he was in that person's arms at the moment.

Zhong Xibai opened his lips slightly, and said in a very soft voice: "Good night."

In the early morning, the old housekeeper knocked on the door and asked Zhong Xibai to go downstairs for breakfast.

The next moment, the door of Zhong Xibai's room opened, and standing at the door was a clean and refreshing Zhong Xibai. Obviously, he had already washed and dressed before the servant went upstairs and knocked on the door.

The old housekeeper is an old man who has worked in the Zhong family's old house for decades. From the emotional point of view, he is actually a part of the family, so he still has a lot of affection for this young master, so he is also worried about the sickness in his heart. The young master is full of love and affection.

It was obviously a good time, but his young master couldn't appreciate the beauty that youth should have. How could this not make the old housekeeper who had watched his young master grow up and spent most of his life feel regretful and regretful.

Seeing Zhong Xibai open the door, the old butler, who knew that Zhong Xibai didn't like others approaching, took a step back very consciously.Although he is not as good as Mr. Zhong and Mr. Zhong, compared to the other servants of the Zhong family, he is almost half a meter closer than them. This has already made the old housekeeper very proud. People are kinder.

"Morning young master, master and third master are already waiting for you downstairs."

Seeing that the old housekeeper retreated, Zhong Xibai walked out of the room and went downstairs.

"Xiaoxi, what are you eating today?"

Zhong Xibai, who had already sat down at his seat, landed on the polenta with his eyes.

As if he had received the order, Third Master Zhong immediately picked up the bowl, filled a bowl of corn porridge for Zhong Xibai and placed it in front of Zhong Xibai.

"Xiaoxi, what do you want?"

Zhong Xibai's eyes fell on the egg cake again, and Mr. Zhong immediately put another egg cake on Zhong Xibai's plate.

With polenta and egg pancakes, Zhong Xibai seemed to need nothing else, so he looked away and picked up the chopsticks on the table.

Seeing that Zhong Xibai had started to eat, Third Master Zhong started to eat breakfast.

Mr. Zhong was so attentive to Zhong Xibai, Mr. Zhong was no stranger to it, and even felt relieved.The better their relationship, the less he would have to worry about his little grandson being left alone after a hundred years.

"There is a dinner tonight, and I may not be back until later." Mr. Zhong said this to Zhong Xibai. Every time he had something to do outside and he couldn't go home for dinner on time, he would say Tell Zhong Xibai, although he has never received a response from Zhong Xibai.

"Yes, I see." Mr. Zhong nodded.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Mr. Zhong hadn't returned home yet. Zhong Xibai was lying on the bed and hadn't fallen asleep. He was extremely sensitive to sound, so he carefully watched the movement outside the door, waiting for Mr. Zhong to return. home.

However, as time passed, Mr. Zhong still didn't come back, and Zhong Xibai opened his eyes tiredly.

Zhong Xibai got out of bed, walked slowly to the window, stretched out his hand and opened the curtain, seeing the already pale sky outside, he couldn't help biting his lip.

fraud!