I suddenly realized that Wu Yu, also a man by my side, was actually flirtatious but unaware of it. Zheng Zhiwei, on the other hand, knew about it and was very good at using this to interact with women.

  By comparison, I suddenly felt that Zheng Zhiwei was at a disadvantage. I couldn't help but glance at Wu Yu, and found that he was staring at me, his eyes deep and thick, like they were condensed with frost. This scene seemed familiar, yesterday when I saw the gardener, he had the same expression. A bit fierce, a bit cold, but very introverted.

  I smiled slightly, but didn't look into Zheng Zhiwei's eyes again, exchanged a few polite words, and took half a step back, retreating to Wu Yu's side. I don't know if he sensed it.

  "Zhiwei." Chen Baozhu's voice came. I raised my head and looked at her standing on the stairs, smiling. Zheng Zhiwei also looked at her, smiled, and said: "Auntie, I'll go up and talk to Baozhu."

  Old Lady Chen did not respond. Zheng Zhiwei had already gone up the stairs two or three steps, his eyes fixed on Chen Baozhu, then he put his arm around her shoulder, and the two of them whispered to each other in low voices. They looked very intimate. Zheng Zhiwei also changed from his earlier elegant demeanor, towards Chen Baozhu, every word and action seemed gentle, attentive, and calm. It even made me have a few more good impressions of him.

  ——

  Wu Yu told Professor Chen that he had nothing to do, so he would go and tidy up the courtyard, and at the same time check the water and electricity pipes around the house. Professor Chen originally declined, saying it wasn't necessary, but Wu Yu insisted, smiling lightly and saying this was also one of his current strengths. Professor Chen then didn't stand on ceremony with him, and agreed.

  It was just after noon, I saw Wu Yu going out and hurriedly followed him. He noticed it, looked at me and didn't say a word. After leaving the Chen's house, there were no other people around, he said: "It's cold outside, I can go alone. You stay inside."

  I knew his real intention was to inspect the electrical facilities and eliminate potential fire hazards. But I had no interest in staying with the Chen family, so I insisted: "I'm going too."

  He glanced at me. At that time we were standing under the big tree in the yard, with cold snow under our feet. He said: "You can't help."

  What came to mind was the way he softly called out "Jiao Jiao" last night, and just now when I stood between his long legs, pinching his chin, his silent gaze.

  I said: "A Yu, are you afraid of being distracted?"

  The wind is cool, and the surroundings suddenly seem quiet.

  He slowly said: "What am I going to divide?"

  He was stopped by his one sentence.

  "My face isn't thick enough for that, I turned my head to one side and said: 'Anyway, I'm going.'"

  After a few seconds of silence, I heard him say: "Follow me closely, it's slippery on the ground. Be careful not to get scratched by branches."

  He walked forward, and I felt a surge of heat in my head, following him up.

  The Chen family's ancestral house is located on a hillside, with woods behind it. In front of the door, there is a tea garden, and the surrounding area is still wooded. The nearest rural highway is about a few minutes' walk away. As for the village at the foot of the mountain, it would take at least half an hour to get there on foot. No wonder fires have been lost in history, and they couldn't even put them out in time. Wu Xian took me around the house first, then cleaned up some piled-up branches and fallen leaves, which were also flammable materials.

  I followed him, pulling on the branches of the trees on the ground, and said: "Don't you think that the Chen family's personality is quite introverted? That Zheng Zhiwei, however, is enthusiastic and outgoing, it seems like everyone likes him."