Wearing a book to save Ma Wencai

The next day, Ma Wencai took a day off for Zhu Hanzhang.

Zhu Hanzhang's body had never drunk alcohol, and when she woke up from the bed in a daze, she had a terrible headache.

There is a bowl of decoction next to the bed, and a pack of candied fruit next to it.

The students lived in two rooms. Since Zhu Hanzhang came, Ma Wencai divided the room into two places with desks. The books on the desks piled up like a hill, and the two did not disturb each other.Even considering her status as a girl, she found a blue bed net and covered her entire bed in it, guaranteeing her a girl's private space.

However, today, the books on this table were pushed away, and her bed curtain was not closed last night.

So, how did she come back last night?

No, just thinking about it gives me a headache.

Zhu Hanzhang drank the decoction and lay on the bed for a while, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, she couldn't remember what she said or did last night.These questions were like a ringing alarm bell in her mind, making her feel flustered.

Eventually, she stood up, grabbed a book, and prepared to hypnotize herself.

She flipped a page at random, closed her eyes immediately, and laid back on the bed obediently, muttering in her heart, drinking alcohol hurts the body, alcohol hurts the kidneys, alcohol hurts the eyes, and alcohol hurts people.Never drink again.

She tried to calm herself down and drive out the red in her mind.But the more I want to forget, the more I can't forget.

The surface of "The Doctrine of the Mean" on the table has inexplicably been driven out of many pits, and all these pits are telling of the devastation it has suffered.

Moreover, Zhu Hanzhang grabbed the quilt, covered his head, and smothered himself in the dark quilt.

Damn, why did the invitation card stolen from Ma Wencai that day be placed in the book "The Doctrine of the Mean"!Stealing other people's things and hiding them in other people's books, how much IQ does it take to do such a thing?

Her head was covered in the quilt, she was so ashamed that she really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

Zhu Hanzhang was covered in the quilt all morning, and she refused to poke her head out until Ma Wen came back.

Ma Wencai was in a good mood today, and for the first time in two months, he called her up with a cheerful tone, "Today there are sweets you like in the kitchen, and I brought them all back, do you want to get up and try them? "

No one in the quilt answered.

He glanced at "The Doctrine of the Mean" on the table, easily lifted the quilt that Zhu Hanzhang was holding tightly, and lay on his side on the edge of the bed, with his hands clenched into fists and his head propped up, looking relaxed and lazy.

"There are sweet and sour short ribs, do you want to eat them?" He smiled and asked jokingly.

Zhu Hanzhang was bored for a long time, "Eat."

Can't live with the food.

Zhu Hanzhang got up, but saw Ma Wencai lying down very naturally, as if he was on his own bed.

"Men and women don't give and receive."

Marvin just heard this and sat up.When Zhu Hanzhang thought he would leave in a proper manner, the man lay down on his back like a rascal.

He jokingly said: "I can't see, you still care about this matter."

"Why do I..." Zhu Hanzhang's voice became hoarse, and she remembered that she had once laid down on someone else's bed.At that time, I didn't have such scruples.

She bypassed Ma Wencai and got out of bed directly. Looking at the good-looking pork ribs on the table, the depression in her heart dissipated immediately.

She took a sip of sweet and sour short ribs, um, it was delicious.

"what about the taste?"

"good."

"Is it just okay?" Marvin suddenly stood up and observed her expression closely.

Marvin was so close to her suddenly, she couldn't adapt for a while, so don't look away from him.

It’s just that Zhu Hanzhang’s mouth was stuffed, and he looked sideways like a little squirrel hoarding food, “It’s better than OK.”

Ma Wencai couldn't stay idle, and poked Zhu Hanzhang's cheek with his index finger, "That means it's delicious."

"Almost," Zhu Hanzhang took a sip.

"You child, why are you so awkward! Is it so difficult to praise a delicious meal?"

Your personality is awkward, and your whole family is awkward.

"Which master made this?"

"What? Do you still want to eat?" Ma Wencai smiled, "It's late, this chef is a superb cook, I invited him home."

Hearing this, Zhu Hanzhang was a little sad, and she picked up another piece of ribs, "That's such a pity."

This meal was both happy and anxious. The reason for the happiness was that the sweet and sour short ribs tasted really good. The reason for the anxiety was that Ma Wencai was very talkative today, and he kept staring at her, making her terrified.

Could it be that she said something strange last night?Zhu Hanzhang really couldn't remember.

Ma Wencai has been lying on the bed, blatantly and recklessly.He raised his eyes to see "The Doctrine of the Mean" on the table, picked it up casually, and played it in his hand, casually, making people inexplicably concerned.

"When are you going home?"

"Ah?" Zhu Hanzhang, who was concentrating on cooking, was dumbfounded by the question. According to the story of Liang Zhu, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai have been classmates for three years now, so she has three years before returning home. She said casually, "I don't plan for now go home."

The books were thrown in the air and fell straight to the ground, making people's ears buzz.

Ma Wencai sat up, with an inquiring intention, half-smile, "You...what do you mean?"

Zhu Hanzhang didn't understand.

Marvin continued, "Then when are you going to go home?"

"In a few years."

In a few years.

Ma Wencai laughed angrily, he bent down to pick up the book, the red corner of the book was accidentally exposed, the red color fell into Zhu Hanzhang's eyelids abruptly, which made her very embarrassed.

Ma Wencai's mentality became more stable, he took out the invitation card unhurriedly, counted the pages in front of Zhu Hanzhang, and sandwiched it in "The Doctrine of the Mean".

This is psychological warfare.

Zhu Hanzhang lost his appetite.

She laughed a few times, pretended to be silly and asked, "What is that?"

"Oh, this—" Marvin dragged his voice, "I'm going to use the invitation to get married."

"Ha, that's really great." Zhu Hanzhang boasted wanting to cry but without tears.

What a fart, who are you fooling?

"You don't believe it?" Marvin raised his eyebrows and snorted nonchalantly.

"No," Zhu Hanzhang immediately said, "Of course I believe it. I don't know which girl is so lucky."

"Really?" Marvin took out the invitation again as a prank, "Why don't you take a look."

Zhu Hanzhang shook his head repeatedly, took a few steps back, and said obediently: "No need, I believe everything you say."

Ma Wencai crumpled the invitation into a ball in a state of distraught and threw it on the ground.Picking up the books on the table, walking around the table and slowly arriving in front of Zhu Hanzhang, he raised his hand holding the thick book, as if he was about to hit Zhu Hanzhang.

Zhu Hanzhang closed his eyes nervously.

Seeing her like a frightened deer, Ma Wencai sighed silently, put down the book, and gently flicked Zhu Hanzhang's head with his other hand, his movements were as gentle as a gust of wind, warm and gentle.

This can be regarded as punishment, to punish her for being drunk and talking nonsense last night.

Although he is angry, he can't really bully people, can he?Some people probably just made a joke, but he took it seriously.

It's just a little bit of loss in my heart... that's all.

The imagined pain did not appear, replaced by the light body temperature, Zhu Hanzhang's heart trembled.At that moment, sparks sparked from a small seedling in my heart. It seemed that Ma Wencai was not just a paper man, he had warmth and was a... person who could arouse the desire in the heart.

This idea was short-lived, and Zhu Hanzhang immediately threw it out of his mind.

She herself finds it ridiculous, how can she have such a profound interpretation of a character in a novel.

He's just a... supporting character.