Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 781: Metamorphosis - The Transformed Form (23)

"If you don't like something, just say it directly like this."

As he found himself imprisoned again, Song Zhishu finished another piece of work and spoke leisurely.

"If you don't tell me, how will I know if you're shy or just don't want to? You need to express yourself more."

She seemed to be speaking earnestly, but her tone was not at all lecturing; it was more like a friend's most sincere advice.

Chang Qing then realized that she seemed to be teaching him a lesson.

The rusty gears in my brain were dissolved by the acid, and they turned around and around, causing a sharp pain in my brain. Each scraping of the brain wall brought a series of pains and tremors.

But his eyes, more sensitive than his heartbeat, shed tears first. The tears, clear as ice in the dead of winter, tiny, moss-like droplets, fell onto his faded trousers, creating an indescribable damp sensation on his legs—a sensation unlike the approaching chill of mid-autumn.

How is that possible?

Aside from his grandfather and his sister Zhiwei, how could anyone else possibly allow him to make mistakes and hurt others?

How is that possible?

How could anyone in this world possibly tolerate his mistakes and then be willing to mend his already tattered life?

Not only that, she stood up for him, fought for him, and tutored him in his studies, acting like a savior to shield him from the torrential gray rain of his childhood.

He stood there, lost in thought, tears falling like pearls. Then came the familiar soft touch on his cheek, and Song Zhishu's cool but not impatient voice sounded above him: "What are you crying about?"

"Don't cry anymore, at least don't cry in front of me. I still have enough paper to use until I'm gone."

Chang Qing was still a little shy. He took the tissue from Song Zhishu's hand and said in a voice so weak it was like a mosquito's hum, "I...we have tissues at home for you to use..."

Song Zhishu's eyes were clear: "Forget it, you and Grandpa usually wish they could split a piece of paper in half to use it."

Chang Qing, who always tears a piece of paper to use whenever possible: ...

His face turned even redder, like a boiled shrimp.

[Ding! Target's affection level increased by 10, current affection level is 55]

Chang Qing's presence was indeed a bit of a hindrance, but Song Zhishu was incredibly efficient; by nine o'clock, she had already woven a whole table of handicrafts.

Chang Qing could recognize any animal that lived in the village, but there were some that he could tell were animals, but which could only be seen in zoos, so he couldn't recognize them. As for those popular Ultraman and Pleasant Goat characters, he didn't recognize any of them.

In fact, most families in the village have televisions, and his classmates discuss their favorite cartoon characters and play popular games every day.

However, Chang Qing and Yun Zhiwei had never watched television.

Some of the village's most notorious children once deliberately teased and humiliated him, asking him with a grin: "Why don't you like watching TV? Is it because you don't like it? Hahaha!"

Chang Qing lowered his eyes and silently took a detour.

He doesn't even have the right to choose whether he likes or dislikes something.

Chang Qing had no idea that the things Song Zhishu had created were animated characters. He found them strange and couldn't figure out what they were; they seemed incongruous and even a little frightening upon closer inspection. He assumed Song Zhishu had made a mistake or lacked skill, so when she asked him how it was, Chang Qing, who never lied, immediately straightened up, his eyes darting around, but his answer was as firm as if he were about to join the Party: "Beautiful! Super beautiful! Gorgeous! Absolutely stunning!"

Song Zhishu: "..."

Is this your standard for choosing a partner? Why does it sound so strange?

Without thinking too much about it, she glanced at the time and urged Chang Qing to go to sleep quickly, otherwise she wouldn't be able to get up to make her breakfast tomorrow.

Chang Qing: "..."

He wanted to ask Song Zhishu what her family did for a living, and how they managed to raise such a genius.

Song Zhishu: My family are capitalists.

The next morning, after breakfast, Song Zhishu greeted her grandfather and then took Chang Qing to the market to buy handicrafts.

Chang Qing was initially quite resistant. Although he had already finished his homework, he was used to previewing his studies at home. He looked to his grandfather for help, and his grandfather returned his gaze with a loving "bye-bye."

He was going crazy. His grandfather would never entrust him to anyone other than Sister Zhiwei, for fear that someone might have designs on his beloved grandson.

But now, he can completely let go and let a girl who has only recently arrived take his precious grandson running around everywhere?!

Chang Qing was standing alone in the wind, feeling bewildered. When Song Zhishu pulled her into the market, she was bumped into by someone and only then did she come to her senses.

The man was of medium build and looked to be around 20 years old. He was walking in a hurry and bumped into someone, but instead of catching him, he turned around and glared at Chang Qing.

Chang Qing was about to shrink back and say sorry when Song Zhishu slapped her, making her take two steps forward.

The man paused, not expecting that Chang Qing, a thin and weak pretty boy, could have such courage. He was momentarily stunned.

Chang Qing knew that Song Zhishu's push was meant to make him do something, and more importantly—

He knew she was behind him.

So Chang Qing glared back, feigning a fierce look, and said in a harsh voice, "What are you looking at! You bumped into someone and you didn't even apologize!"

Passerby:?

To be honest, he had seen far too many unreasonable children, but those little brats only dared to bully their own kind, indiscriminately picking on the weak and fearing the strong. When they encountered someone like him, they would basically drag their grandmothers away to avoid him.

Knowing he was in the wrong, and seeing that the child seemed quite formidable, the passerby didn't want to linger and left without a word of apology, walking briskly like the wind.

Chang Qing stared blankly at his retreating figure, unable to shake off the initial bravado she had shown him.

Song Zhishu tugged at him, her tone still cold and stern: "Stop spacing out, help me set up the stall."

Chang, who hadn't even had a chance to be happy yet, listened to her words and immediately started helping her out, displaying the things she had woven yesterday, with a wooden sign hanging next to them: 3 yuan each, no bargaining, cash only.

Chang Qing stared at her methodical figure. Despite the clear, sunny sky and bright sunshine, Song Zhishu was still enveloped in a cold mist.

However, thinking about his heroic demeanor just now, he really felt that Song Zhishu's push was indispensable.

Oh dear, what exactly is her attitude towards his behavior?

Chang Qing really wanted to ask, but Song Zhishu seemed extremely busy, so it would seem rather irrelevant for him to ask such a trivial question.

He was squatting on the ground staring at a beautiful little duck when Song Zhishu turned around as if sensing something and said calmly, "By the way, you were very brave just now, very good."