Comprehensive film and television: The Queen of Rolls Opens the Roll Again

"Just that?" Gong Yuanzheng asked.

"What else?" Zhang Xueming asked back.

"You were mean to me when we first met." He angrily bit off the head of the puppy biscuit: "You were not mean to Gong Zishang."

"Am I mean to you?"

"It's terrible." Gong Yuanzheng nodded heavily.

"Whose fault is that?"

"It's Gong Ziyu's fault." Gong Yuanzheng bit the biscuit with a crunching sound, as if he was biting Gong Ziyu's bones.

"Say more?"

"I was wrong, too." Gong Yuanzheng lowered his voice a little, and then said confidently: "But it was Gong Ziyu who misled me first."

Seeing Zhang Xueming's half-smile, he blinked, swallowed the biscuit in his mouth, and whispered, "I was rude and said something nonsense. I apologized to you, and I didn't do it again."

"Hmm. Then what?"

"Then when Gong Zishang met you for the first time, she was crazy and messy, but you were still very gentle and patient with her. You were about to help her negotiate cooperation with Hua Gong, and today you gave her a dressing table, headwear and snacks." He was angry again, "It was obviously you who asked the kitchen to make this cookie specifically for me, and now she has it too."

So this is what I went through all this trouble for. Zhang Xueming couldn't help but laugh when he realized what was going on: "Didn't you give some to your brother as well?"

"My brother raised me, and Gong Zishang has never been nice to me!" Gong Yuanzheng said unhappily.

"Okay, okay, Ayuan, don't be angry. I was wrong today. I shouldn't have given the things made specifically for Ayuan to others without asking Ayuan's opinion." Zhang Xueming stroked his back and apologized to him softly. His attitude was sincere and there was no perfunctory intention: "I promise I won't do this again in the future."

Gong Yuanzheng made such a scene just because he didn't want Zhang Xueming to be as nice to others as he was to him. The cookies that he regarded as his own were shared out, which made him feel a sense of crisis. He didn't expect that he would receive a solemn apology and assurance from Zhang Xueming.

The young man, who even felt that he was a little pretentious, raised his eyes in surprise, stared at Zhang Xueming for a while, and tears appeared in his eyes again.

He did not dare to speak, for fear that his voice would reveal his emotions. He hurriedly lowered his head and nibbled on the biscuits, stuffing his cheeks until they were bulging. He did not use his hands to catch the biscuit crumbs, which rustled and fell into his clothes.

Occasionally, tiny crystal clear pearls fell down, leaving darker watermarks on the dark hem of the clothes.

Zhang Xueming was a little overwhelmed after accidentally making someone cry again.

Gong Yuanzheng didn't want her to see it, so she could only pretend not to see it. She poured him a cup of hot tea and ate the snacks quietly. She only sighed in her heart: This young man is too easily moved. What a hard life he went through in the past seventeen years.

Gong Yuanzheng shed tears silently for a while, took out a handkerchief to wipe his face, then stood up and brushed off the biscuit crumbs on his clothes.

He was annoyed that he couldn't help but show off in front of his sweetheart, and was also worried that he was not good enough and didn't deserve such preferential treatment and indulgence. He usually had so much to say, but at this moment he didn't know what to say. His mind was extremely confused, so he stood there in a daze.

Zhang Xueming didn't find it strange.

Aren't all children like this? They are happy at one moment and angry at another. What others see as a small matter may be a big deal to them. In the final analysis, it is just a lack of security caused by the long-term lack of companionship. Although they have grown up in appearance, their hearts are still stuck in the time when their lives suddenly changed.

Zhang Xueming let Gong Yuanzheng calm down, and when he thought it was about time, he stood up and hooked his finger and shook it. When he looked over, he took out the black panther and tiger bracelet hanging on his waist and said to him with a smile: "This is yours, Gong Zishang doesn't have it."

She reached out and touched his headband: "This is yours, Gong Zishang doesn't have it."

Then he pointed to the sketch on the table and said, "That's yours too. Gong Zishang doesn't have it."

Gong Yuanzheng's attention was successfully drawn to the sketch.

He wiped his hands on his clothes and picked up the paper.

In the black and white world, a handsome young man is working diligently, with a smile on his lips and gentle eyes, and his life seems to be peaceful and tranquil.

Gong Yuanzheng was stunned for a moment: So this is how he was when he did it just now? This is how he looked in her eyes?

His eyes were still red, and the corners of his mouth were already curled up. He turned his head and looked at Zhang Xueming happily: "I'm going to frame it and hang it in my bedroom!"

Zhang Xueming sweatdropped. Not really, really! If I woke up early in the morning and saw a black and white figure, wouldn't I be scared?

She hastily promised: "When I have time, I will draw you a large, colored painting, and you can hang it up, and include your brother in it. This painting is made with charcoal, so it's not suitable to be hung in the bedroom."

"Then we have to include Zhao Zhao in the painting. Our family of three should be together." Gong Yuanzheng had forgotten that he was crying before. "What about this painting? It can't be hung in the bedroom. What if it gets lost?"

"You can hang it in the study." Seeing that he was dissatisfied, Zhang Xueming thought about changing the place: "Or hang it in the tea room, so you can see it when you go back."

This matter is finally over.

Zhang Xueming was fully aware of the difficulty of raising a young man and cherished the peaceful time. He only told him about his experiences during his travels in Dayan Mountains and Rivers. These were all interesting stories that made him laugh out loud and he kept asking "what happened next?"

After the tea, he was sent to work. Charcoal drawings could easily stain clothes, so he was not allowed to put them in his arms.

Seeing him puffing up his cheeks like a little frog holding its breath, and walking to the workbench and looking back from time to time to see if she had changed her mind, Zhang Xueming couldn't help but laugh.

He glared at him, turned around and gave him the back of his head, blocking the sketch on the table. Then Gong Yuanzheng pursed his lips and turned his attention to the prescriptions that Zhang Xueming gave him.

Zhang Xueming looked down at the sketch in front of him and thought, it was a sketch of Gong Yuanzheng at work hanging in the tea room, against the backdrop of the strange-shaped lanterns in the room, it looked lonely and pitiful.

Although he thought the charcoal sketches were difficult to preserve, he still drew a picture of Gong Yuanzheng smiling brightly and another one of him grinning foolishly. As he was drawing, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

There was a clock reminding people that two hours were almost up. Zhang Xueming reminded Gong Yuanzheng to soak the set of gold needles prepared for her in the medicine and put them away. She then put the various ointments, tooth powder and three sketches he had made into a box and asked a servant to carry it.

Jin Miao, who had made two trips to the Shang Palace in the afternoon, got the job of carrying the tray of silver. Zhang Xueming ordered another servant to carry the bag of silver ingots and the festive red silk bag. Finally, he called the two doctors sitting in the next room, and the job was done.

In the backyard, rows of wooden shelves placed in a dark place were filled with trays of pills. Five of the six large jars were empty, and the last one was also empty.