The smell of smoke...

  How many cigarettes did I smoke tonight?

  Yang pushed open the door and entered, waving away the smoke in front of him, "Mr. Gu?"

  There was a recliner beside the desk, Gu Qingcheng lay on it with his eyes closed. Hearing some noise, he slightly opened his eyes. He glanced at Yang Fuxiao and then closed his eyes again.

  Yang Fuxiao saw a ashtray piled with many cigarette butts on the desk, and there were also many cigarette butts on the ground. It seemed that even one pack of cigarettes was not enough to smoke.

  She frowned tightly.

  Gu Qingcheng smokes too much, how can he smoke like this.

  Yang Mo walked to the window, first opening it wide to let in some fresh air, then turned around and walked back to Gu Qingcheng's side. Seeing that he still had his eyes closed with a faint frown between his brows, Yang Mo turned around again and went into the room to fetch a blanket, returning to the study to cover Gu Qingcheng with it.

  She sat on a chair beside him, her eyes staring at Gu Qingcheng with some dullness.

  Suddenly, she saw a strand of hair on his collar, a long hair. Yang Xiao leaned forward and picked it off with her fingers, pinching the single strand between her fingertips and bringing it to her eyes for a closer look, seemingly confirming that it was indeed her own hair.

  Yang's hair is a bit soft and yellowish in color, and its length and appearance are similar.

  That's right, this is her hair.

  She seems to be the only one who discovers long hair on a man and forcibly installs it for herself.

  She stared at Gu Qingcheng for a while before suddenly realizing she was going to be late.

  Yang Moxiao threw the long hair into a wastebasket beside him and stood up. Just as he turned around, Gu Qingcheng, who was lying on the chaise lounge, suddenly twisted his wrist and pulled Yang Moxiao over, causing Yang Moxiao's ankle to get tangled in the chair leg, and he fell directly onto Gu Qingcheng's body.

  He fell flat on his face.

  Yang Xiao struggled for a moment trying to get up, but both of his wrists were being held down, leaving him with no room to move at all.

  Gu Qingcheng exerted force on his wrist, grasping Yang Bufei's hands which were clasped behind her back.

  Yang Mo's mouth curled up with a smile: "Gu Da-da, you're awake?"

  Gu Qingcheng looked at the girl who was close at hand, with a sunny smile on his face. "Mm, I'm awake."

  Gu Qingcheng didn't let go of Yang Fuxiao, and Yang Fuxiao's two wrists were pinned down. She could only lift her chin slightly and awkwardly lean forward, this posture was really not elegant at all. Yang Fuxiao even felt that a certain part of her body had already started to stir with desire.

  "Yang Wu Xiao. Have I been good to you?"

  "Huh?"

  Yang Mu Xiao was startled by Gu Qing Cheng's sudden question, why ask such a question?

  She blinked her eyes and said, "Alright, Gu Dada's unparalleled favor towards me is truly one of a kind."

  Gu Qingcheng looked into Yang Fuxiao's eyes, clear and bright, as if another small universe could be seen from a pair of eyes.

  He let go of Yang Buruo's hand: "Go eat."

  As Yang Wuxiao walked out of the study, Gu Qingcheng took off the blanket on his body and sat back down behind the desk. He casually swished the mouse, unlocking the computer's screensaver to reveal a blank document.

  On this blank document on the computer screen, I typed a sentence: "You must be good to Yang Guoxiao."

  The cursor stayed at the end of this line of words, flashing on and off.

  ………………

  Aunt Li made a fresh vegetable porridge in the morning, Yang Shuoxiao drank two bowls and ate three pieces of fruit, feeling her face moist.

  "You're about the same age as my daughter."

  Aunt Li smiled and looked at Yang Furong, a girl of this age group. Looking at her made her feel like she was with her own daughter.

  This was the first time Yang Fuxiao had heard Li Ayi mention her own daughter, and curiosity got the better of him. "Is your daughter in school now?"

  "No, she's already working abroad," said Aunt Li, "and hasn't come back in three years."

  Yang Buru swallowed the vegetables in his mouth and wiped the corner of his mouth: "Such a long time? No holidays?"

  "It's not that I'm busy," Aunt Li smiled faintly and shook her head, "but every month she sends me money, every month she calls me. She even helped me with my visa so I could go abroad too, but if I went it would be a completely unfamiliar place, and I wouldn't know anyone there either. The language is different, and apart from knowing her, who else could I chat with every day? In the end, it's just that I'm used to this land and don't want to leave."

  Yang Fu Xiao chewed on an apple in her mouth, "Auntie, how long have you been by Mr. Gu's side?"

  "It's been five years, I think," said Aunt Li. "I used to take care of the old lady, but then she thought no one was taking care of the master, so she had me come over."

  "Old lady?"

  "Mr. Gu's grandmother."

  Aunt Li heard that the water in the kitchen had boiled and urged Yang Wuxiao to eat quickly, or the dishes would get cold.

  In five years, Aunt Li should have known about Gu Qingcheng three years ago.

  Yang Fu Xiao held a bowl and followed Li Auntie to the kitchen, "So in these five years, has Gu Da Da changed at all? For example, lost his memory, got into a car accident..."

  "Hey," Aunt Li lifted the kettle to pour water, "three years ago, there was a serious car accident, and I stayed in the ICU for a week before coming out, at that time it was all thanks to Miss Qin..."

  Yang Mo raised an eyebrow, "Qin Shuang?"

  "Yes, at that time Mr. was seriously injured in the leg, and the doctor said it needed to be amputated. If not, it would affect other bodily functions and pose a life-threatening risk. Even Mr.'s uncle had signed the surgical consent form, but Ms. Qin desperately blocked the doctors from entering the room, contacted foreign doctors, and managed to save his leg... Ah, fortunately, they didn't amputate the leg, or else you can imagine what would have happened to Mr. now..."

  "Where was Gu Qingcheng's car accident at that time..."

  Yang Mu Xiao hadn't even finished speaking when she heard the sound of chairs being pulled out from outside, she poked her head out to take a look and saw Gu Qing Cheng sitting at the table, without saying much, he started eating breakfast with his chopsticks.

  "Auntie Li sighed and said, 'It seemed like it was on a mountain road, the car rolled down the mountain with people inside.'"

  Yang Mu Xiao heard this sentence, his brain suddenly exploded, and his face turned pale in an instant.

  Aunt Li finished washing with hot water and looked up at Yang Xiao's pale face. "Miss Yang, what's wrong?"

  Yang Mianxiao closed her eyes and could imagine that time when disaster struck, tumbling down from the mountain. Her whole body felt like it was going to be torn apart, every bone aching in pain. Meanwhile, Xu Muhuang, who was driving, didn't hesitate for a second when the disaster occurred, rushing over to shield Yang Mianxiao with one hand grasping the back of her head and pressing her into his chest.

  Three years later, the feeling and memory collided, clearly driving people crazy.

  Yang Zhe could clearly recall that at the time, as he rolled down the slope, the car crashed several times. The sound of shattering was not from outside, but came from within his chest, a shattered heart.

  "Miss Yang?"

  Yang Fuxiao was pulled by Aunt Li and suddenly withdrew from her thoughts, with a cold sweat in her palm, already wetting a piece of cloth.

  "Are you okay?"

  Yang Wenshao tried to force a smile, but it looked uglier than crying, so he gave up and said, "I'm going out for dinner."

  She walked up to the dinner table and sat down opposite Gu Qingcheng, holding her bowl and staring at him intently.

  Two possibilities flashed through her mind at this moment.

  Gu Qingcheng thought of Xu Mochen, first, he had completely forgotten about her and then fell in love with another woman. Second, he was pretending from start to finish, this possibility made her feel cold-hearted.

  Another possibility is that she misidentified him from the start and Gu Qingcheng simply looks very similar to Xu Mochen.

  Gu Qingcheng had a copy of the morning newspaper by his side, casually flipping through two pages, and saw a sensationalized report, his eyebrows furrowed.

  He suddenly lifted his head, and Yang Fu Xiao opposite him was taken aback for a moment, hastily lowering his head to drink porridge.

  Being caught peeping is a very embarrassing thing.

  Yang Moxiao was drinking porridge with a spoon when Gu Qingcheng suddenly reached out and took the small bowl and spoon from her hand, testing the temperature with his lips. "It's already cold, go get another bowl."

  "Oh."

  Yang Fuxiao turned around and ran to the kitchen to scoop up some congee, bringing out a small dish of vegetables for Gu Qingcheng at the same time.

  Gu Qingcheng took over the small plate from Yang Fuxiao's hand and handed over the newspaper in his hand to Yang Fuxiao: "Headline."

  Yang Mu Xiao had just finished talking to Auntie Li, and from then on, her reactions were a bit slow. She took the newspaper from his hand and scanned it briefly, but still hadn't noticed where Gu Qing Cheng wanted her to look. As a result, she saw her name linked with the word "pregnant", and her hands tightened, almost causing her eyeballs to pop out of the paper.

  "I'm not pregnant!"

  "Already reported."

  Yang Mu Xiao only now realized that those online messages meant for entertainment gossip were unreliable.

  Damn it, now in the eyes of the Yang family, she should still be a virgin who just had hymen repair surgery and can't have sex! She would rather let her current name appear on the infertility special edition.

  As expected, think what comes what, the phone rang, and when I looked at the screen, it was displaying Song Tianjiao's name.

  Yang Mo took a deep breath and smiled at Gu Qingcheng: "I'll go answer this call."

  After finishing speaking, she ran to the balcony.

  "Mom."

  "What's going on with the news in the newspaper?" Song Tianjiao's voice was stern.

  "It's just scribbles, I'm not pregnant."

  Song Tianjiao immediately asked: "Have you slept with Gu Qingcheng?"

  "No way! The newspaper is just talking about some unsubstantiated rumors."

  "It can't be for no reason, there must be some cause. Now that you're doing this, don't forget your current identity. Shen Guan Jia just called me and I helped you brush it off. You'd better call Shen Shao yourself to clarify things and smooth it over. Even if it's true, you have to say it's false. Take care of the kid's matter yourself, if there's anything, hurry up and get rid of it."

  "I know," Yang Xiao said, her tone a bit irritated by Song Tianjiao's accusatory attitude over the phone. "Mom, that's it, I have to go to work, I'll hang up first."

  Yang Xiaodong felt that after living with the Yang family for so many years, she should have been used to their exploitation of her. She was raised just to be sent away in exchange for benefits, but until now, she still couldn't calm down about the Yang family's behavior in her heart.

  What's going to happen with this matter?

  Still have to rely on Gu Qingcheng's help to suppress it.

  Gu Qingcheng finished his breakfast, pulled out a tissue to wipe the corners of his mouth, raised his head and glanced at Yang Fuxiao, his gaze lingering on her belly: "Really not?"

  Yang Mu Xiao was so ashamed she wanted to die, "Really, no, have!"

  Apart from that boyfriend in college who she dated for fun and held hands with, Yang Wuxiao has not had a romantic relationship or sex life for over three years!

  Was there a sperm that descended from heaven into her womb?

  Gu Qingcheng looked at the faint blush on Yang Fuxiao's face, smiled and shook his head, then ruffled her hair again as he passed by: "I'll take care of this matter."

  Yang Mochen discovered that Gu Qingcheng liked to mess with her hair, no matter if it was just freshly braided or not. The braid she spent 10 minutes on would always end up being messed up by him!

  ………………

  In the Yang's house, a busy tone was heard from the external speaker of the phone. Song Tianjiao looked at her husband on one side, "It should be that he didn't go to bed, just catching wind and shadow in the newspaper."

  Yang Rong and Song Tianjiao have the same idea, Yang Mo is not stupid to this extent, now using this method to push herself to the forefront, no matter for Shen Jiaoyu or Gu Qingcheng, it can only be like discarded rags, neither side can gain any benefit.

  "Find some time in the next two days and ask Yang Xiao to come to the company for a visit, give her a nominal position."

  Song Tianjiao nodded: "Should this matter be told to Su?"

  "Are you telling her to go and cause trouble in the company?" Yang Qiang coughed twice, "This matter can't be told to anyone, it's just between you and me. The more people who know, the greater the risk of failure."

  "But Su Su will find out sooner or later."

  "Wait until she finds out," said Yang Kuangliang, "Actually, when all is said and done, this matter still needs someone to stir up trouble."

  Song Tianjiao sat on one side, feeling a bit nervous in his heart.

  "During this time, Su has always been out early and back late, where did she go all day?"

  "It seems like she's getting close to that celebrity from the entertainment industry," Song Tianjiao sighed, "Let her be, if she likes doing something then let her do it."

  ………………

  Nature, Yang Su Su walked closer to this star, is Bao Yu Xin.

  Bao Yuxin seemed to be taking good care of Yang Susu, a young girl, on the surface. He often took her to film sets, introduced her to famous actors and directors, and even helped her get some roles. Yang Susu thought Bao Yuxin was genuinely kind to her.

  "Thanks, Bao Jie."

  "Say that again," Bo Yu Xin let the makeup artist retreat to one side, personally taking over to apply makeup for Yang Su Su, using a soft-bristled brush to sweep a layer of golden powder onto Yang Su Su's cheekbones. She said, "When my mom gave birth to my younger sibling, it was originally supposed to be a girl, but she died due to difficult labor. I've always especially wanted a younger sister, and now I also regard you as a younger sister..."

  The agent behind came over and said, "Yu Dao has arrived."

  Bao Yu Xin handed the makeup box in her hand to the makeup artist behind her and said, "I'm going out to discuss the script with the director."

  "Okay, Sister Bao, you go ahead, don't worry about me here."

  Yang Susu saw the necklace on Bao Yuxin's neck in the mirror, her pupils tightened, and she suddenly called out: "Sister Bao!"

  "What's wrong?"

  Yang Su's gaze lingered on the necklace around Bao Yu's neck for a few seconds, and she smiled: "Your skirt is wrinkled on that side."

  After Bao Yuxin walked out, Yang Susu's face gradually returned to its usual calm and serene state.

  She wouldn't be mistaken, the necklace on Bao Yuxin's neck was indeed the one Gu Qingcheng had given her, but Yang Fuxiao had lost it.

  Yang Mochen wouldn't be so stupid as to steal a necklace and then give it away. There's only one possibility, that is Gu Qingcheng gave it to Bao Yuxin.

  Yang Su has finally figured it out now too.

  Gu Qingcheng didn't have a heart for anyone, and the necklace was given to whoever she pleased. Whether or not she treated Qin Shuang differently, she didn't know. All she knew was that she believed what she saw - Gu Qingcheng was different towards Yang Fuxiao.

  ………………

  In the morning, Yang Xiao came to the sales office. After the manager's arrangement, she was in charge of selling houses in District 3 and received a list of two major clients. She first memorized all the house types and followed the sales lady in District 2 to see how they promoted and talked about the houses with exaggerated words that made you want to pay the deposit immediately.

  In the end, she got here and her tongue wasn't so sharp anymore.

  Yang Fuxiao followed quietly behind, muttering to herself like she was reciting lines. As a result, the two people in front who were looking at houses turned around and stared at her with a look that suggested they thought she was mentally ill.

  However, for every house sold, a commission of 1,300 can be drawn out. For not-so-good buildings, there will also be jump points, which is the main source of income for sales staff at real estate agencies, and bonuses can be received every month.

  The No. 3 district assigned to Yang Xiao is a relatively popular area, with eight or nine people coming to see the house in one morning, and Yang Xiao didn't even have time to drink a sip of water, guests came first to pour water for them, then introduce some popular house types.

  But now people buying houses are also thinking thrice, apart from listening to the salesgirl's nonsense on your side, they will also go and investigate, ask questions, including whether the nail households of this house have been handled or not, so as not to cause trouble when moving in.

  When it was time to go eat at noon, Yang Fuxiao's throat was smoking when he spoke, and he rushed to the water dispenser to gulp down a large cup of water, basically already full.

  Originally planned to have lunch with Song sister on one side, coming to a new environment, someone brought it is always a good thing.

  Song sister who was waiting at the door suddenly called out twice: "Fuxiao, there's a handsome guy outside looking for you!"

  Yang Fu Xiao responded with a sound, hastily put down the water cup in his hand, picked up the ballpoint pen and rushed out.

  She thought it was the man who came to see the house in the morning and had come back, so excited that she almost opened the ticket. As a result, she ran out into the outer hall and took a look, but it turned out to be Shen Jia-yu.

  Yang Mu Xiao felt a bit embarrassed, having rushed out in a flurry, fortunately the words that were on the tip of his tongue earlier were suppressed and not spoken, silently putting the receipt book and ballpoint pen back into his pocket.

  Shen Jia-yu smiled warmly: "Are you a little disappointed to see me?"

  Yang Fu Xiao shook his head: "Of course not."

  It had been two or three days since she last spoke with Shen Jia-yu on the phone, and this time he suddenly appeared at the sales center to find her, which really caught her off guard.

  Song Jie called out in front, squeezed her eyes at her: "Xiao Yang, boyfriend. Then let's go eat first."

  "Good."

  Shen Jia-yu drove over and said he wanted to invite Yang Mu-xiao out for a meal.

  Yang Furong hesitated for a moment and then got on the bus.

  On the seat in front of him, Yang Mochou saw the newspaper he had seen that morning at Zijing Garden and his heart skipped a beat. Shen Jiayu must have known already.

  "Shen Shao, it's about what was in the newspaper..."

  "What newspaper?"

  Yang Mu Xiao: "......"

  Didn't Shen Jiayou read the news? Now it's not just newspapers, some online forums have been flooded with comments.

  "It's not easy to get you to come out for a meal," Shen Jia-yu said, "I don't want other things to take up our time, let's just talk about me and you, nothing else."

  Yang Duoxiao nodded and glanced at Shen Jiayu sideways.

  Her impression of Shen Jia-yu was still quite good, warm and gentle, without any pressure. The topics he talked about were all familiar to Yang Xiao, so she could easily pick up the conversation. The atmosphere of their conversation on the way was much more relaxed.

  "We're here."

  Yang brushed off the dawn and looked back, it was a private creative restaurant. From the outside, the environment was pretty good.

  Shen Jia-yu had already reserved a seat in the restaurant, Yang Mo-xiao walked over, he gentlemanly pulled out the chair behind him for Yang Mo-xiao and made a please gesture.

  Yang Xiaoxiao used to only have the job of pulling chairs for others, and really had no one pull a chair for her. Her somewhat awkward hands didn't know where to put themselves.

  Looking around this restaurant, the wallpaper is layered, with a blue-green area in front, followed by a green meadow, and on this side, an endless sea of flowers.

  On the wall was still hanging an abstract painting, the one closest to Yang Xiao, had been seen in high school art appreciation class, it was Van Gogh's "Sunflowers", she although had no talent for art, but this was her favorite painting.

  Shen Jia-yu asked Yang Mo-xiao if there was any food that he couldn't eat, Yang Mo-xiao withdrew his gaze and said: "None, I can eat anything."

  He handed the menu back to the waiter and said, "Thank you."

  Yang Fu Xiao placed his hands on his knees, and Shen Jia Yu quickly brought over the dishes he had ordered, along with a bottle of red wine. He personally poured Yang Fu Xiao a full glass, saying: "Try some, these signature dishes are all delicious, they should suit your taste."

  "Alright, thank you."

  Although Yang Mu Xiao said so, but in her heart she was thinking, how did Shen Jia Yu know what suits her taste?

  Men will say sweet words and pull out chairs for you before meals, all of which are learned from other women, and may have already been through numerous women.

  Yang Fuxiao looked up at Shen Jiayou and suddenly felt that Shen Jiayou was a bit hypocritical. The neighbors had been spreading rumors that the third young master of the Shen family was a pervert with mental illness, but now he was so gentle and polite, which made Yang Fuxiao feel a bit uneasy, wondering if he was just pretending to be a sheep in wolf's clothing, trying to lure her back and satisfy his abnormal desires.

  As she thought about it, she couldn't help but shiver, and then cleared her throat, saying: "Shen Shao, I think..."

  Shen Jia-yu seemed to have anticipated what she was going to say and had already blocked her words in her throat.

  "You can't refuse me today. After dinner, we need to go try on wedding dresses, it will only take an hour of your time. You won't even give me this one hour?"

  "No," Yang Xiaodong waved his hand, "I think we really need to talk about the engagement, I don't want to alarm our parents from both sides, just us two sitting down and talking, I'll take care of telling my dad and mom, things will be easily resolved..."

  "Dawn."

  "Huh?"

  "Is the food good?"

  Yang Mo Xiao pressed her lips together and looked up at Shen Jia Yu, seeing the fleeting hint of desolation in his eyes. She said, "Okay."

  Shen Jia-yu didn't want to call off the engagement, he had already told Yang Mu-xiao that before.

  Yang Fuxiao stood at the sales office for an entire morning, not only were her legs and feet sore and her throat smoking, but she was also very hungry. The key is that Shen Jiayou was right, these dishes really suited her taste, even more suitable than what she had ordered herself, so she ate a lot.

  Shen Jia-yu didn't eat much, occasionally giving Yang Mu-xiao a dish.

  "This fish is really delicious!"

  Yang Mo had almost eaten a whole fish by himself and was very full.

  Shen Jia-yu smiled lightly: "Yes, this fish completely relies on the sauce sprinkled on top. In fact, the fish itself was just marinated in ordinary seasoning and wine."

  "What's this secret sauce?" Yang Fuxiao's eyes lit up.

  She has a strong interest in cooking, but never had the time to practice. Apart from occasionally watching some variety entertainment shows, her favorite TV programs are those that teach private dishes. When she was watching a private dish show on TV before, she even recorded a notebook, and later was teased by Xu Mochen: "Yang Fuxiao, you're really a housewife." Yang Fuxiao immediately fired back with a nail, "I'm out of the hall and into the kitchen."

  She has neither been able to enter the hall nor get down to the kitchen until now.

  Shen Jia-yu stood up: "Come with me."

  Yang Mo Xiao hastily removed the napkin that was on his leg and followed Shen Jia Yu to walk forward.

  Shen Jia-yu led her into the back kitchen.

  Yang Muoxiao pulled Shen Jiayu's sleeve in a timely manner and asked softly: "Won't we be driven out?"

  Isn't it usually written "No entry for idle people in the kitchen"?

  Shen Jia-yu smiled and shook his head, saying in a half-joking tone: "You won't if you hold on to me tightly."

  Yang Mu Xiao heard that and the hand that was holding Shen Jia Yu's fell, a apologetic smile appearing on his face.

  There are chefs and kitchen assistants in the kitchen, all wearing white chef uniforms. The countertops are spotless, giving customers a sense of cleanliness and reassurance while dining.

  "Boss is here."

  A chef who was stirring a pot turned around and saw Shen Jia-yu, calling out.

  Yang Fuxiao was taken aback and turned around to look at Shen Jiayou directly, "Is this your restaurant?"

  The big chef in front suddenly lifted the pot, and the fire inside ignited with a whoosh, the flames shooting high.

  Shen Jia-yu pulled Yang Mo-xiao to one side, and had already walked with her to the front of the big and small jars, found a ceramic long-handled ladle, scooped out a spoonful of soup from inside, and brought it to Yang Mo-xiao's lips. "You try some."

  Yang Mo Xiao leaned over and took the spoon from Shen Jia Yu's hand, sticking out her tongue to taste it, "This flavor is even fresher!"

  Shen Jia-yu put down the spoon and picked up another long-handled spoon, scooping out a small amount of deep red sauce from a white ceramic jar. "Can you eat spicy food?"

  Yang Duoxiao nodded and tasted the sauce again, "I like this one better!"

  Shen Jia-yu looked at Yang Mo-xiao, and for a moment, there seemed to be a flash of light in his eyes. He put down the spoon and said, "Want to learn?" Before Yang Mo-xiao could respond, Shen Jia-yu had already called out to the head chef, "Uncle Chen!"

  The big chef who had just plated the dishes in the pot wiped his hands and walked over, "Young boss."

  Yang Mo followed Shen Jia-yu and called him "Uncle Chen."

  Shen Jia-yu said: "At dawn, I want to learn how to adjust this sauce."

  Chen Shu looked at Yang Fuxiao and said, "Originally, this was not to be spread outside, but since the young master and mistress have come in person, I'll write a prescription for you. Go back and try to adjust it yourself. If you can't do it, come find me again."

  Yang Furong's face turned bright red at the title of "Little Boss Lady", but just as she was about to thank Chen Shu profusely and take over the bill, Shen Jia-yu on the side snatched it away first.

  "Huh?"

  Shen Jia-yu tore the list of seasonings in half, giving one half to Yang Mo-xiao and putting the other half into his pocket. "When you marry me, I'll give you this half."

  “……”

  Yang Mu Xiao looked at the half-sheet of paper handed over by Shen Jia Yu, raised his head and took a glance at Shen Jia Yu's eyes: "Your eyes are gray!"

  "Huh?"

  "My childhood friend's eyes were also gray!"

  Yang Moxiao looked at Shen Jiaoyu's eyes, as if she saw the eyes of Duanyang, staring at her in the dark.

  Shen Jia-yu smiled and shook his head: "Dawn, has anyone ever told you that your method of changing the subject is quite clumsy?"

  Yang Mu Xiao: "......"

  Fortunately, Shen Jia-yu didn't continue talking about this topic anymore.

  It's actually quite comfortable talking to Shen Jia-yu, because you don't have to worry about him making things difficult for you at any time, it feels very intimate.

  Next is going to try on wedding dresses.

  Headache.

  If Shen Jia-yu hadn't approached her in the name of her fiancé, to be honest, Yang Mu-xiao would have been more natural.

  As they walked out of the restaurant, Shen Jia-yu reminded him, "Didn't your phone ring?"

  "Oh, yes."

  Yang Buruoxiao took out her mobile phone from her bag, and it was an unfamiliar number.

  "Excuse me, are you Yang Fu Xiao? This is the Third Hospital, your friend has encountered a bit of a problem here."

  Yang's heart suddenly tightened, wondering if something had happened to Meng Xi.

  "What's wrong?" she asked hastily.

  The doctor also seemed reluctant to say anything, saying "You'll know when you get here."

  Yang Fengxiao's head was buzzing when she hung up the phone, and she turned around to grab Shen Jiayou's arm: "My friend is in trouble, I need to go to the hospital!"

  "Don't worry, I'll take you there."

  Shen Jia-yu drove very steadily, although the speed was fast, but Yang Mu-xiao didn't feel any discomfort. The car stopped in front of the hospital entrance, and she jumped out of the car and ran quickly into the hospital.

  ………………

  Inpatient department.

  The doctor and nurse stood behind him, looking at Meng Xi in front of them with a helpless expression.

  The patient has been dead for more than twelve hours and cannot occupy this ward anymore. He must be transferred to the morgue and then to the funeral home, but the little girl in front of him is holding on tightly and refusing to let go.

  "Get away from me, all of you!"

  Meng Xi held a fruit knife in her hand, and whenever someone came over to move her grandmother's body, she would swing the knife at them. "If you dare come any closer, I'll cut my wrists right here in your hospital! Get out, all of you!"

  Helpless, the doctor had to find Yang Fuxiao's phone number, who was inquired about in the doctor's office yesterday, and gave him a call.

  "Xiao Xi!"

  Yang Mu Xiao got out of the elevator and saw that there were people surrounding the hospital room, three layers deep inside and three layers deep outside, many of whom had come from other rooms to watch the commotion.

  Yang pushed aside the crowd and squeezed in.

  Meng Xi heard the call and a momentary confusion appeared on his face: "Who's calling me?"

  Yang Furong rushed over and pounced on the bedside: "Nanny Meng!"

  Just now outside the ward, I heard the doctor say that Grandma Meng had passed away. She felt it was hard to accept. Clearly last night when she left everything was fine, how could something like this happen today?

  Grandma Meng lay motionless on the bed with her eyes closed.

  Yang stroked Meng's hand, feeling the chill and bony texture, his eyes welled up with tears as they fell down in a stream.

  Meng Xi was on one side, seemingly a bit puzzled, "Fu Xiao, why are you crying?"

  Yang wiped away a tear and turned around to hug Meng Xi tightly, "Little Xi, it's okay, don't worry."

  "What's wrong?"

  Meng Xi seemed completely unaware of what Yang Mo Xiao was saying.

  While the doctor and nurse behind Yang Fuxiao were holding Meng Xi, they came forward to lift up Grandma Meng on the bed. Meng Xi discovered this in time, raised the fruit knife in his hand and swung it over, "Get out!"

  Yang Fuxiao, who was closest to him, didn't even have time to dodge, the fruit knife cut a gash on her arm, tearing open a huge hole in her clothes, and the blade was stained with fresh blood. The white shirt under Yang Fuxiao's outerwear instantly turned red in a large area.

  "Get out of here, all of you!"

  Yang's arm suddenly hurt when Meng Xi swung over the second knife, and she was already wrapped in a pair of arms behind her to the safety zone. She looked up, and what caught her eye was Shen Jia-yu's gray eyes.

  He lifted Yang Wu's arm and looked at the five-centimeter-long knife wound on her arm, narrowing his eyes.

  Meng Xi was also pressed down on the bed by the security guard from the hospital behind, and the fruit knife in her hand fell to the ground with a clang. She let out a mournful cry, watching as several people covered Meng Nainai's face with a white cloth and carried her away, emitting a shrill scream from her throat.

  Yang Mu Xiao was pulled out by Shen Jia Yu to see the doctor bandage her injured arm, before leaving the ward, she looked back at the room and saw Meng Xi, feeling as if her heart had been pierced.

  When Meng's grandmother was carried away to the morgue, the hospital room was empty, with only two security guards left pressing Meng Xuan to the ground.

  The two security guards realized that Meng Xi was no longer crazy and let go of his arm.

  Meng Xi was as if all the strength had been drained from her body, and after the security guard left, she still lay on the ground, motionless, like a lifeless wooden puppet, her eyes staring blankly at the empty hospital bed, as if even breathing had stopped.

  Yang Fu Xiao couldn't put down Meng Xi, Shen Jia Yu patted Yang Fu Xiao's shoulder: "Let the doctor bandage your arm wound properly, I'll go take a look at your friend."

  Yang brushed off the dawn and nodded, "Thank you."

  Shen Jia-yu arrived at the door of the ward and looked at Meng Xi who was lying on the ground, his face expressionless.

  He squatted down and looked at Meng Xi. The light in her eyes had completely disappeared. He raised his head to look at Shen Jia Yu, but there was no reaction.

  The sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor, and Yang Fuxiao rushed in directly, "Xiaoxi!"

  Shen Jia-yu helped Yang Mo-xiao lift Meng Xi up and sat her on the edge of the bed. Yang Mo-xiao grasped Meng Xi's shoulders, "Little Xi, look at me, you're looking into my eyes right now, can you still recognize who I am?"

  Meng Xi heard Yang Fu Xiao's voice and turned her eyes slightly, "Fu Xiao."

  Yang Wenshao nodded heavily and looked at Meng Xi, apart from looking haggard, there were no other injuries on his body, only then did he slightly put his mind at ease.

  Meng Xi suddenly hugged Yang Fu Xiao and buried her face in her shoulder: "Fu Xiao, I don't have a grandma anymore."

  Just this sentence makes people want to cry for no reason.

  She felt the thin fabric on her shoulders slowly getting soaked through.

  Yang Mou Xiao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that language was too pale, so he just hugged Meng Xi tightly and patted him gently on the back.

  ………………

  Before her death, Granny Meng didn't have many acquaintances and there wasn't even a funeral. Yang Duoxiao contributed some money to buy a good urn for the ashes, then sent Granny Meng's ashes back to Xiaoshan Village.

  At the crematorium, as Meng's body was being pushed into the tall black furnace, Meng Xi, who had been quietly standing beside Yang Fu Xiao, suddenly rushed towards the furnace like a madman.

  "Grandma!"

  Yang Fu Xiao hastily pulled her back, she pushed Yang Fu Xiao away with one hand, and gave him a hard shove, then knelt down on the ground, propping up her exhausted body with both arms, tears falling from the corners of her eyes, forming a patch of wetness on the dry ground.

  Yang Furong didn't go to pull Meng Xuan again, she just looked up at the somewhat gloomy sky, and the tears that had welled up in her eyes flowed back, rubbing her nose, one hand clenched into a fist around the red cord on her wrist, this was the good luck charm that Granny Meng had gotten for her from the temple last month, the red color was like fresh blood, piercing to the eyes.

  Back in Grandma Meng's old house, Meng Xi searched every corner and found that she didn't have any photos of Grandma Meng. Finally, she found a black-and-white photo from an old wooden trunk - it was Grandma Meng's work permit photo taken when she was 40 years old, wearing a popular shirt at the time, smiling with a mouthful of white teeth.

  She murmured: "I really regret it, I didn't leave many photos for grandma."

  Two people were in the old house when the door was suddenly kicked open from outside.

  Yang brushed off the bed and jumped up, seeing that the person who came in from the door was Meng Peng.

  Meng Peng's head was wrapped in a thick layer of gauze, and he kicked over a chair as soon as he came in. "Where is the property certificate?"

  Meng Xi obviously didn't want to quarrel with Meng Peng, she directly pulled Yang Feixiao's hand, just as they were about to leave, Meng Peng blocked her way and grabbed her hair: "I'm asking you, where is the property certificate?"

  Meng Xi struggled free from Meng Peng's hand and gritted her teeth in response: "You can't!"

  "Did the old lady give it to you?"

  "What's the use of giving it to me? I'm telling you, Meng Peng, grandma left behind the property deed and will, I've already handed everything over to the lawyer. If you have anything to say, go find the lawyer!"

  Grandma Meng wrote a will before she passed away, which was given to her lawyer.

  She knew that there was no way to take her son and grandson with her, so even if it meant spending money on a lawyer, she had to ensure the safety of her only granddaughter.

  But Meng Peng didn't care about anything now, and directly took a step forward to grab the bag from Meng Xi's hand, Yang Xiao timely blocked him.

  "Is it okay if we talk about something tomorrow?"

  Meng Peng pushed Yang Fuxiao away: "What are you? What does our family's business have to do with you? Get out of here."

  Meng Xi pulled Yang Wu Xiao behind him, "Meng Peng, no one is more disgusting than you, you are a dog for those people."

  "Say it again, damn you!"

  Meng Peng directly went forward and slapped Meng Xi's face with a loud slapping sound.

  It's pointless to win an argument with a despicable person like him, Yang Fuxiao glanced back and picked up a glass from the table, throwing it at the window. The sound of shattering glass was loud in the silent night, and soon, the sound of footsteps and murmurs could be heard from the corridor outside.

  Yang Furong said coldly: "If you don't leave now, I'll call the police."

  Meng Peng was also panicked. He still had debts on his body and had been hiding all the time, so he hastily dropped a ruthless remark and ran out of the door.

  After Meng Peng had walked for a long time, Yang Moxiao and Meng Xi finally came out of the door together, using a large lock to lock the door.

  Meng Xi hugged Meng Nainai's ashes box and said, "Dawn, do you know what I'm thinking now? I regret not killing Meng Peng."

  Yang Muxiao grasped Meng Xi's hand tightly: "That is your brother."

  "I don't have a brother," Meng Xi's eyes, which had already dried from crying, gazed out at the vast sky. "I don't have a brother, I only had one grandmother, and she's gone too. Now I'm the only one left."

  "You still have me, you still have Manman, and you still have your boyfriend."

  When she heard Jiang Liyang's name, Meng Xi finally came back to her senses and turned around to smile at Yang Fuqiao: "Mm."

  The corridor was very dark, without lights. Yang Shuoxiao held Meng Xi's hand with one hand and turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone to illuminate it, casting a bright light in front of them.

  Yang Fu Xiao still had some money on him, planning to hail a car on the road. However, after telling them the address, many cars drove away and didn't plan to take this passenger.

  She turned around and comforted Meng Xi: "Let's go again tomorrow morning."

  Meng Xi shook his head: "I want to send grandma back."

  Yang Moxiao knew Meng Xi's stubbornness, so she stood by the road and hailed a car.

  It's really deep autumn now, the weather is particularly cool, and the cold wind is rustling. Yang Xiao, who was flagging down cars by the roadside, couldn't help but raise his collar.

  In the dark blue sky, a crescent moon hangs, on this not-so-high floor, the messy antenna in front cuts off the crescent moon from the middle, like a hook.

  Two people waited in the autumn wind for an hour and finally welcomed a car that stopped voluntarily in front of them.

  Yang Mu Xiao looked at the car belonging to Gu Qing Cheng, pursed her lips and didn't go forward. On the other hand, Meng Xi seemed to have seen a lifesaver, rushing straight over, stretching out both arms to stop the car: "Stop!"

  The window of the driver's seat rolled down, and Gu Qingcheng's eyes, as deep as a cold pool, looked at Yang Fuxiao. Their gazes intersected in mid-air for a moment before Yang Fuxiao was the first to look away, propping up his arm under his chin with one hand, saying lightly: "Get in."

  ………………

  Meng Xi sat in the back seat, and Yang Xiao fell into the passenger seat.

  The journey was not short, and on the way, Gu Qingcheng played a late-night music radio station in the car. The songs inside were soft and soothing, but they made people want to cry for no reason.

  Yang Fuxiao turned his head and looked out of the car window at the dark night, a low and flat house without a single ray of light.

  As they were crossing a bridge, Yang Zhenxiao suddenly saw a sheep lying on the side of the bridge, bleating at the passing vehicles, but none of them stopped.

  Yang brushed off the dawn and shook down the car window to look back. The sheep quietly lowered its head and bleated.

  Gu Qingcheng glanced at Yang Fuxiao through the rearview mirror and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

  Arrived at Meng Nainai's hometown, Shisanli Village.

  When entering the village, Meng Xi pointed to several high and low graves on one side of the field in front, saying: "My grandfather is the grave with a pine branch inserted, my grandmother's grave is next to my grandfather."

  Yang Brush Dawn looked back, a black piece, only a few raised tombs, and some already burned black paper in front. Hong Jia Gou Ji.

  There is a distant relative of Meng Nainai, Meng Xi is called Shu Jiu Ye according to the generation order. Meng Xi came from afar and also startled the old man. Upon hearing that Meng Nainai had passed away, he was overcome with grief.

  At night, they couldn't bury the grave and had to wait until the next morning. In the village, there was no place for Gu Qingcheng and Yang Fuxiao to stay, so Meng Xi squeezed onto a bed with a distant younger sister.

  "I'll come again tomorrow."

  Yang Mu Xiao finished speaking and gave Meng Xi a hug before turning around and walking towards Gu Qing Cheng's car.

  On the bus, Yang Wuxiao slightly lowered her head and thanked Gu Qingcheng: "Thank you."

  Gu Qingcheng didn't say a word and stepped on the accelerator to head back the same way he came.

  This time back, Gu Qingcheng didn't turn on the radio in front, nor was Meng Xi sitting behind the driver's seat. Only Yang Mo and Xiao were left, and for a while, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

  After driving through the original road section and re-crossing that bridge, Yang Fuxiao rolled down the window to look outside, but the sheep was nowhere to be seen at the head of the bridge.

  For a moment, I felt a little downhearted.

  Gu Qingcheng said: "Didn't you see that sheep has a bell around its neck? It must have an owner."

  "Oh."

  ………………

  Back at the Purple Chrysanthemum Garden, Aunt Li had already fallen asleep. Yang Shuoxiao's movements were relatively light, afraid of waking up Aunt Li.

  Gu Qingcheng tossed the car key aside and changed into slippers: "Auntie Li went back to her hometown today."

  "Oh."

  Yang Mu Xiao turned around and was about to go upstairs when he was stopped by Gu Qing Cheng behind him.

  "Come over and sit down."

  Yang Mu Xiao's footsteps paused, and Gu Qing Cheng had already pulled out a chair.

  Her footsteps were somewhat floating, her face was pale, and her hair was also disheveled.

  Gu Qingcheng squatted down in front of Yang Fuxiao, directly pulling over her right arm, and was about to tear off the shirt on Yang Fuxiao's body.

  Yang Fuxiao raised his hand to block it, and Gu Qingcheng shouted loudly: "Don't move!"

  On his right arm was the wound inflicted by Meng Xi at noon, which had burst through the bandage and stained the gauze red again.

  Gu Qingcheng unwrapped the gauze, layer by layer, and Yang Fuxiao felt as if her skin was being torn off with it. The pain that had subsided for an entire afternoon and evening came flooding back in just this process of unwrapping the gauze, making her break out in a cold sweat.

  Gu Qingcheng's expression was solemn, and he glanced at the wound on Yang Fuxiao's arm. He turned around to find a first-aid kit, then knelt down in front of Yang Fuxiao again, taking out scissors to cut off her sleeve. Next, he took out some alcohol and used cotton swabs to clean up all the dirt around her wound.

  The wound wasn't shallow, Meng Xi had used a fruit knife to slash him directly, and after the doctor's simple bandaging, he thought it was nothing serious. But after an afternoon and a night, Yang Fu Xiao stopped Meng Xi, this arm kept using force, being rubbed against, bumped and collided, now the wound looked terrible, besides blood, it seemed to have festered.

  The moment the cotton ball touched his wound, Yang Xiao couldn't help but take a sharp breath and tried to pull his arm back, but was firmly held in place by Gu Qingcheng.

  He looked up at Yang Fuxiao and asked, "Does it hurt?"

  Yang Furong's eyes were full of red bloodshot, and he nodded slightly.

  Gu Qingcheng lowered his head again, replaced the cotton ball that had been stained with blood, and took another clean cotton ball to dip in alcohol. He grasped Yang Fuxiao's arm tightly, wiping along the wound from top to bottom. He felt Yang Fuxiao's body stiffen suddenly, her clenched fist trembling.

  "The pain is also endured, no one will suffer for you."