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Chapter 779: Metamorphosis - The Transformed Form (21)

It was already 7 o'clock when Chang Qing finished his chores. He was a person who liked to control his time. He felt a sense of accomplishment when he had it firmly in his grasp. So he was very satisfied when he saw the time, because it was the perfect time to do his homework.

Well, after doing some homework, I'll do a set of eye exercises, tell Grandpa a story, then go to bed at 8:40 and wake up at 7:00 the next morning.

What a beautiful day!

Chang Qing plans her schedule in this way to maintain a healthy lifestyle.

He was about to go back to his room to do his homework when Song Zhishu grabbed him and asked if he could pick the bamboo leaves from the bamboo outside.

Chang Qing thought she was just bored, so he turned around, agreed, and went back to do his homework. An hour later, after he had done a certain amount of homework, he returned to the living room and saw a girl in a white dress with beautiful black hair, obediently covering her face, her head bowed, her hands moving slowly under the dim light.

Chang Qing: !!!

He almost fainted from the shock, but upon closer inspection, he recognized Song Zhishu. Then, upon closer inspection, he saw exquisite and delicate handicrafts on the table.

Chang Qing's eyes lit up. He was being held captive and couldn't help but step forward, awkwardly asking, "Can...can I touch it?"

Song Zhishu stopped combing her hair, silently raised her eyelids, and said in a calm tone, "You scared me."

Chang Qing: "..."

Didn't see it.

However, he blushed and weakly said, "Excuse me." After receiving Song Zhishu's permission, he couldn't wait to sit down and carefully picked up a small, exquisite dog.

Over there, Song Zhishu's hands moved so fast and fast that it was dazzling. She glanced at Chang Qing, whose eyes were shining, and casually said, "Take it and play with it."

Chang Qing's hand trembled, and he shook his head resolutely: "No, that won't do. I can't take other people's things for no reason."

He put the things back and then tried to remain still, though his eyes couldn't help but be glued to the puppy.

Song Zhishu stopped combing her hair, her dark pupils fixed on him, and she asked coldly, "Am I someone else?"

Chang Qing: ?

That's not the point of his statement, okay?

Although he knew it wasn't really his fault, being looked at like that by Song Zhishu made him feel inexplicably flustered and helpless. He shook his head: "No, no. You are...you are...someone who is very, very good to me..."

The further he spoke, the softer his voice became, the lower his head bowed, and the redder his cheeks turned.

Unfortunately, Song Zhishu couldn't see his blushing face; even if she did, she would have thought he was just lying and embarrassed.

"Why is your voice getting softer and softer?" Song Zhishu never hesitated to ask questions, and her voice grew even colder: "Are you lying? Are you not telling the truth?"

Chang Qing: ………

His face turned even redder, but thankfully, this time it was from anger.

He used to have chubby cheeks, and when he got angry, his cheeks would puff out, his little face would scrunch up, and he wouldn't want to talk, sulking.

What should he say? Should he say that I'm just shy?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Zhishu didn't press him. Seeing that he really liked the dog but couldn't let go of his morals, she simply said, "You help me weave it, and I'll give the dog to you."

She didn't even use a tone of negotiation, but Chang Qing was still intrigued. Looking at the little dog that seemed to be wagging its tail at him under the light, he made up his mind and nodded.

Song Zhishu subtly curled the corners of her lips into a slight smile, which softened her otherwise cold and hard face.

She put down the Ultraman figure she was working on, which she hadn't finished weaving, and let Chang Qing come closer to her so she could begin teaching him step by step.

Chang Qing may seem clever, but he is surprisingly clumsy and awkward when it comes to this kind of thing. Song Zhishu told him to go west, but he insisted on heading to hell. In the end, the two of them huffed and puffed for a long time and came up with a strange-looking thing, which could perhaps be called a duckling in academic terms.

Chang Qing's face flushed bright red, almost to the point of bleeding. She wanted to hide the little duck behind her back, but Song Zhishu tilted her head and asked in confusion, "Why hide it? It took so long to make, it's so cute."

Chang Qing, who had been awkwardly pursing her lips, relaxed slightly, and her clear voice flowed like a spring, soothing the plains: "Really...really?" Song Zhishu turned her head seriously and added a bargaining chip: "If you don't believe me, you can take it to ask Grandpa."

Changqing carefully tucked the little duck into her arms and ran happily towards her grandfather's room, calling out "Grandpa" expectantly and sweetly.

Grandpa gave a muffled reply, and the rest of the conversation was somewhat indistinct. Song Zhishu could only hear Grandpa praising, "The eyes are like eyes, the nose is like a nose, the mouth is like a mouth," Chang Qing excitedly asking, "Really?!", and Grandpa's final reply: "Of course, my dear grandson, I've never seen such a lifelike hen before!"

Then it fell silent instantly.

Song Zhishu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

A dejected Chang Qing walked out with his duck under his grandfather's astonished gaze. His already low spirits were further dampened by the sight of Song Zhishu under the lamplight.

After all, Song Zhishu wasted so much time teaching him, yet he has only learned to behave like this.

Endless regret and inferiority swept over me like a dam bursting in the dead of winter, bringing with it boundless cold and frost.

This was the first time he had shown such a vulnerable expression since Song Zhishu arrived.

This is the hardship Chang Qing has experienced in her life and growth over the past ten years.

Each step of his maturity and growth seemed to be accompanied by a cold winter with sharp blades, interspersed with countless acts of malice, turning into long, merciless nights that seemed like death, forcing him to huddle in a dark corner, choosing between self-immolation and self-healing.

Every rebirth is a tempering process.

However, as his eyes grew dimmer, he saw a faint smile playing on Song Zhishu's lips.

He stood frozen in place, his previously gloomy mood seemingly thawed, leaving only a series of palpitations.

This seemed to be the first time he had ever seen Song Zhishu smile. It was a genuine, warm smile, not cold at all, from the bottom of her heart.

"You, you smiled."

He hesitated for a long time before finally managing to stammer out this sentence.

Song Zhishu glanced at him sideways, her tone casual, her smile still lingering: "What, you won't allow it?"

Chang Qing waved his hand, curiously ran over and sat down next to her, scratching his head: "No, no... I always thought you never smiled... I thought you were unhappy every day."

Song Zhishu's eyes became inscrutable as she explained, "Because I have a high threshold for laughter."

"What you just did really made me laugh."