[Comprehensive] Miss Xizhi

Wang Xizhi was sitting at the dining table, and on the table was a newspaper, bought from Shanghai.Zhong also sat on the sofa, carefully watching her every move, watching her slowly flipping through the newspaper, making a crisp page-turning sound.

In fact, Wang Xizhi had finished reading this newspaper before boarding the plane, but he only read a rough outline.There are many simplified characters in it, which are difficult to understand, and a lot of strange words that are difficult to understand are mixed in, which is really difficult to read.But now she has no other entertainment than reading the newspaper.

Everything in this house is unfamiliar to her.She didn't know what it was, and she didn't dare to touch it, for fear of causing any accidents—even self-defeating accidents!

She has a very clear positioning of her identity, and she knows that she is an "old man" out of touch with society.Instead of allowing curiosity to cause disaster, it is better to be cautious from now on.This is a little safer.

Fortunately, she can be considered to be able to calm down. From early morning to afternoon, she sat obediently at the dining table, except for eating and drinking, and basically never took her eyes off the newspaper.

Zhong just watched her read the newspaper three times, and it was about to start the fourth time.

It's amazing patience.he thinks.

Sitting still can't help being boring.There is still an hour and a half before the end of today's errand.After struggling for a while, Chuya decided to turn on the TV.

It's okay to watch TV.

At this point in time, there are basically no interesting shows.Nakaya rested his cheek in one hand, aimlessly changing channels.

Inadvertently, he glanced to the side, and Wang Xizhi had already sat down, nestled at the other end of the sofa, with most of his face hidden in his arms, only showing a pair of curious eyes, staring at the constantly changing TV screen for a while. After a while, the image moved to Chuya's hand holding the remote control.

As for the newspaper that she had read all day, she brought it to the coffee table in front of her.

Zhong also didn't know when she came here.Her footsteps were too soft, like a cat, she moved over without a sound.

There is a TV station that is showing English movies with their original soundtracks.Zhong also remembered that Wang Xizhi could understand English, so he could understand it, so he stopped changing channels.

He put down the remote control, and suddenly felt Wang Xizhi poke his arm.

"Huh? Is something wrong?"

Wang Xizhi pointed to the TV, and held up the newspaper for Zhong Ye to read.In the blank space of the paper, she wrote a sentence with a pencil.

--what is this?

Not as soft as her appearance and voice, her handwriting is unexpectedly quite wild, with a strong end of the stroke, which is an aura that ordinary people can hardly match.

Chuya, who can't understand a single word, appreciates the chic handwriting all he can do.

But he wasn't flustered either.

He raised his hand, motioning for Wang Xizhi to wait, put his hand in his pocket, calmly took out his phone, and calmly opened the translation software.

Click—photo translation starts!

There has never been a moment in the world when we are more grateful for modern technology.

— This is a TV.

He showed the sentence translated into Chinese to Wang Xizhi.

Wang Xizhi's cheeks were slightly red.The astonishment in her eyes deepened, and by the way, she even looked at Zhongye with a bit of admiration, as if he was an omnipotent capable man.Zhong also felt a little embarrassed by her, pursed his mouth and looked away resentfully.

——What is a TV?What are you holding in your hand?

Every bold and unrestrained word is Wang Xizhi's unbearable curiosity in the limited self-control, but it makes Zhong also fall into trouble.

How should I explain TV sets and mobile phones to her?

The mobile phone is quite easy to explain. Essentially, it is a tool for communication, a portable phone.Zhong also believes that the early twentieth century also had such a thing as a telephone.

But the definition of TV is difficult to explain.

A machine for playing TV shows?If so, then she will definitely ask, what is the TV series.If she answers the definition of a TV series, she will definitely have new questions.

Digging deeper like this, he probably needs to tell Wang Xizhi the history of the entire fault.

If so, it would be too difficult.Besides, he also has a lot of things he doesn't know...

Just as he was struggling with how to explain, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Nakaya stood up abruptly, the doorbell gave him a little time to breathe.It's only five o'clock now, and the person who will come to visit is probably the member of Chengqing who is in charge of the protection task at night.

Zhong Ye walked quickly to the door, and Wang Xizhi quietly followed behind him.She hid most of her body behind the floor cabinet in the entrance, only showing half of her face, staring at Zhongye's every move.

Pushing open the door, the first thing that caught my eye was a pot of flowers.The slender and verdant leaves bounced in front of Chuya, and he was so frightened that he unconsciously leaned back.

Taking a closer look, Zhong also felt that this was probably a pot of phlox, with dark pink buds hidden in the dark green, and some of them were in full bloom.

The branches of the phlox were so long that they completely blocked the girl holding the flower pot.Through the gaps between the branches and leaves, Zhong also saw a pair of bright yellow eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Zhongyuan, Miss Xizhi."

She gently put down the oleander, stepped into the entrance, closed the door by the way, and bowed to them.

She was young, wearing a navy blue school uniform with white trim, and a student at a nearby high school.She seemed a little nervous, smiling all the time, with her frozen red hands hidden in the sleeves of her coat.She introduced herself: "My name is Lin Haiyin."

She did not forget to repeat this sentence in Chinese, especially for Wang Xizhi.

Wang Xizhi didn't answer, just looked at the oleander on the ground.She remembered that the second elder brother of the family used to like this plant very much, but she never understood what is so special about phlox.

It's just an ordinary flower.

"This is from my father." Xu Shi sensed Wang Xizhi's gaze, and she explained, "My father loves flowers, so he wanted to send this pot of oleander himself, but he is not in good health and the weather is a bit cold. So I'll do it for you."

"Um...thank you."

Wang Xizhi said something in a low voice, and his figure disappeared behind the cabinet, even half of his exposed face was gone.She sat on the sofa again, watching the boring vulgar love movie that was playing on TV.

Zhong also moved the oleander under the window, and the topmost flower branch just reached the edge of the window sill, able to receive the baptism of sunlight.

It's a pity that this house is too dilapidated and has no balcony, otherwise he wanted to put it on the balcony.

Although Lin Haiyin arrived earlier than the scheduled time, Zhong Ye still dutifully stayed until [-] o'clock before leaving on time.Now there are only two small girls left in the whole room.

Wang Xizhi remembered that in the only room, there were two beds, and it seemed that one of them was prepared for her "night protector".

She curled up in the corner of the sofa, wrapped herself in a thick wool blanket, listening to the passionate dialogue in the movie, but her eyes followed Lin Haiyin.

Wang Xizhi watched as she found an empty plastic bottle from the kitchen, poked a few holes in the cap with scissors, filled it with water, and put the temporary watering can beside the flowerpot.Then I watched her take out a large bag of fertilizer from her bulging backpack, and carefully filled the oleander with fertilizer.

"Your name is... Lin Haiyin?"

Wang Xizhi asked her in a low voice.

Lin Haiyin seemed to be taken aback, stood up hastily, and bowed to her solemnly: "Yes."

"Are you honest?"

She asked this because Lin Haiyin looked really young.

Putting the fertilizer in the corner, Lin Haiyin shook her head: "I'm not yet. However, when I graduate from high school at the end of the year, I can join Chengqing. My father is very supportive of me, and he often helped Chengqing in the past."

"yes……"

Those were things that Wang Xizhi didn't know, so she didn't dare to ask any more questions, and still nestled on the sofa.

The movie was over, and the follow-up program was in Japanese, which she couldn't understand.Wang Xizhi was very confused, but he didn't know how to operate this strange thing called a TV. He didn't move, and looked at Lin Haiyin quietly.

Lin Haiyin moved a short bench from nowhere, sat beside the coffee table, and was doing homework.What was printed in the exercise book was also in a language she could not understand.

"Will it affect you if I sit here?" Wang Xizhi said timidly, "Actually, you can go to the room."

It would be quieter there, she thought.

In the past, when my father was working, he would always tell the children not to play wildly at the door of the study, because he was used to a quiet environment.

Exhale—exhale a mouthful of foul air.Why did she remember the past again?

"No, no." Lin Haiyin quickly waved her hands, her cheeks flushed slightly, "Actually, I am really happy to see you. When I was young, my father often told me about your past."

Lin Haiyin's father Lin Huanwen and Wang Xizhi were not in the same era, nor were they supernatural beings.When he provided assistance to Chengqing, Wang Xizhi had already fallen into a deep sleep.But that doesn't take away from his admiration.

Killing Guojue, eradicating rebels by himself, and establishing the first supernatural organization with systematic management in the whole country, this is 19-year-old Wang Xizhi.

In the past events narrated by her father, the young Lin Haiyin also had the same admiration.For her, she was extremely honored to be able to witness Wang Xizhi's waking up.

"Is it an honor...?"

Obviously she is a guy who can only escape...

Wang Xizhi twitched the corners of his mouth, as if mocking, but he wasn't mocking others.

This reaction was a bit unexpected. Lin Haiyin looked at her in confusion, unable to understand why she had such an expression, but unfortunately she couldn't see anything.

Wang Xizhi crossed her legs and covered her head with a blanket. Her hair was messed up, but she didn't care.

"Haiyin, can you tell me what kind of era it is now? I really want to know."

"it is good."

The author has something to say: read "Old Things in the South of the City" again before writing this chapter

Although I don't read much of Lin Haiyin's works, I really like her writing

This time, Dad's flowers will not fall