follow my heart

Ji Wan's eyes flickered, her long eyelashes drooped, and she looked at the time: "It's getting late, do you want to continue playing games?"

"Well," Meng Buqing thought for a while, "I won't play anymore."

"Then go to sleep—"

"I want to read a novel for a while."

"..."

After a few seconds of silence, Ji Wan sat down to accompany her: "Look."

If she hadn't been drinking, Meng Buqing would have asked strangely why she was still staring at her while reading novels.But she's relaxed now, wrapped in a warm, plush blanket, and enjoying being next to her.

The cold moon is silent, and the lights are gentle.There is a light floral fragrance in the air.

Meng Buqing was very focused on reading the novel while holding his mobile phone.Lines of words flowed through her eyes, Ji Wan could find subtle reactions on her face, surprised, nervous, relaxed...

Ji Wan observed quietly, feeling a wonderful sense of joy in her heart.

There is no author who would not like a reader who is touched by his own words.

Thinking of the last few chapters of the update, Ji Wan seemed to write very sadly.

He waited for her reaction with bated breath.

After a long while, Meng Buqing's speed of sliding the screen became slower. With tears in her eyes, she sniffed gently, as if she was enduring it.

The corners of Ji Wan's lips curled up as she was secretly watching.

Afraid of being seen, he turned his face to the side and smiled, then restrained his expression and pretended to be natural.

"Well," Meng Buqing put down his phone, took a long breath, pulled the blanket over his face and said flatly, "Why should I like such a heartless author?"

"..."

Meng Buqing murmured, "Tomorrow, I'll just go after Xiaotiantian Liuyuan."

Ji Wan's expression froze: "What?"

Listening to the voice, Meng Buqing recognized her position, with her head still covered with a blanket, she threw herself into Ji Wan's arms and whimpered, "But I still love her, the writing is so fucking good, and the knife is so terrible..."

The head of the little blanket monster moved and pressed against her shoulder.

The tone is angry and unwilling.

Ji Wan held her down, then curled the corners of her lips, raised her hand to hug her slightly and comforted her and said, "Okay, I've finished reading the novel, can I go to sleep?"

"No."

The feeling of wearing a blanket is not bad.Meng Buqing looked up, and the soft blanket was pressed against her face, as if it could cover all bad emotions.

Seeing the shadow in front of you thinly through the light.

She was actually a little sleepy, but in the past no matter how much she drank, it was almost impossible for someone to be by her side. Now that Ji Wan is there, her subconscious is like delaying the time to go to bed.

I don't even know why.

"My father used to be very used to collecting ancient books... You said you like it too, have you looked through that pile of tatters, are there magazines from the Republic of China period in it?" Meng Buqing asked suddenly.

Ji Wan hesitated, then nodded: "Yes."

"I said before that I gave you all..." Meng Buqing asked vaguely, "Then can you find some copies for me to read?"

The voice came through the blanket, muffled.

Ji Wan reached out and lifted the blanket off her face: "Yes."

"Okay." Meng Buqing's cheeks were flushed, and he didn't know whether it was the smell of alcohol or the stuffiness in the blanket.

"But at your level of education, you probably can't even pass traditional Chinese characters. How do you read it?" Ji Wan raised her hand to help her smooth her curly hair, "Huh?"

"..."

Meng Buqing was inexplicably itchy by her "hmm".

Seeing that she was silent, Ji Wan thought she was upset: "If you want to read, I will take you to read."

"Is it okay?" Meng Buqing's lips curled up, "Don't bother you?"

"No trouble."

Meng Buqing got up quickly: "Then let's go."

Ji Wan originally meant another day, and seeing that she was in such a high spirits tonight, she followed her meaning.

"it is good."

Meng Buqing seldom went up to the second floor. After Ji Wan moved here, except for showing courtesy when helping her with the courier, she never went up to see it at other times.

There is a small open space in the turning corridor. There is an extra cabinet in the corner where there were spiders before. There is a pot of lavender flowers quietly placed on it, and the flower branches reflect the moonlight outside the window.

This place is many times more beautiful than before.

"When did you grow the flowers? No wonder you can always smell a little fragrance these two days, and you thought it was an illusion." Meng Buqing leaned over, looked at it curiously, and recognized it: "This is a lilac!"

The cover of Qi Min's new book is a lilac flower painted by watercolor.

It also appears several times in the novel.

Meng Buqing said happily: "I know the lilac flower, many people use it to express their thoughts, saying that the lilac flower is like a knot of sorrow..."

She paused, tried to recall the second half of the sentence but got stuck.He patted his head in despair.

Ji Wan said: "It's like remembering the Lord of Jiangnan."

"Yes, that's right," Meng Buqing nodded repeatedly, and said with infinite admiration, "You are really amazing. How can you know every single flowery poem? How many doctorates do you have?"

The corners of Ji Wan's lips twitched, but she didn't say anything.

I thought helplessly, it's not that I'm good, it's that you, the little one, always use my questions to test me.

Meng Buqing said cheerfully, "I don't know if there is a "Monthly". I really want to touch it."

Ji Wan pushed the door open and went in, starting to get nervous.

The study room has not changed much from when Meng Buqing came in, except for new curtains.The bookcase where ancient books were originally stored was rebuilt by someone to increase the airtightness.

There are only some low-value books stored in it, and the original appearance is average.

The better ones, such as Song Ben, are specially stored in a custom-made vacuum safe that can avoid light, repel insects, and control temperature and humidity.

Ji Wan went to get her the magazines of the Republic of China, turned her back, and took out a copy without any trace and stuffed it behind the thin "Yuewei Thatched Cottage Notes".

This is not Meng Yong's, but her own previous collection.

Meng Buqing took the magazine she handed over without reading it.He went straight to the bookcase, looked around with interest, and soon saw the back of "Yuewei Thatched Cottage Notes", pointed and asked, "Is there a magazine in that book?"

"..."

Ji Wan had no choice but to take it out too.

"Wow, this is the one mentioned in the novel I read," Meng Buqing noticed the number on the cover, his eyes lit up, "I'm going to read this."

Ji Wan paused, then handed it over naturally, "Sit down and watch."

"it is good."

Meng Buqing put on the gloves she had prepared and carefully turned them over.

Ji Wan stood beside her, holding her heart, and prepared a lot of excuses to dismiss her.

Fortunately, Meng Buqing was not familiar with the vertical version of the traditional Chinese characters, so he glanced at it and didn't notice many details.For example, the magazine described in the novel, its typesetting and frame, etc., can completely match the one in hand.

I thought that the magazines in the period of the Republic of China were similar.

Just ask her a few words or traditional characters that she doesn't understand from time to time.

Ji Wan answered seriously.

Until the deep sleepiness comes to the fore.Meng Buqing rubbed his temples, and said mockingly: "After turning a few pages of the book, I will be sleepy immediately. I really can't become a literate person."

"It's very late," Ji Wan looked at the time, "Confucius' reincarnation cannot become educated overnight. If you still want to watch, continue tomorrow."

"Are you still teaching me?"

"Ah."

Meng Buqing looked at her with a smile: "Thank you, Teacher Ji, good night."

She got up and went downstairs, and found that Ji Wan was following her, she couldn't help teasing: "Are you going to coax me to sleep?"

"After drinking, you'll get thirsty in the middle of the night. Pour a glass of water for you and put it on the bedside table." Ji Wan glanced at her lightly, "You're not three years old, so how can you say the three words coaxing you to sleep?"

"..."

Ridiculous anti-discipline.

Meng Buqing had no choice but to go back to the room obediently.

Ji Wan boiled the water and went into her room with a cup.

Meng Buqing had already drawn the curtains and curled up under the blanket.

She put down the water glass and was about to leave.

Meng Buqing said softly: "When my father was alive, I was not allowed to approach his study room. He was afraid that I would disturb or damage it, or he would not let me touch his treasure at all. So after his death, the study room was closed. The door lock is removed, and I don't want to go in."

"..."

"When I was young, I sneaked in when the door of the study room was unlocked. I took a book, thinking that if I pretended to read it seriously, he would think I was smart and would teach me. But it didn't."

Meng Yong's face changed suddenly when he saw it. After taking the book back, he carefully checked the whole book for any damage or graffiti with a very reluctant look.

Then he picked up Meng Buqing's collar and almost threw her out.

He didn't say anything the whole time.

After that time, Meng Buqing had a disdainful attitude towards his precious ancient books.She automatically kept her distance, avoiding his study like the plague.

Meng Buqing sighed softly: "I said I would send you off because I was too lazy to deal with it myself, and I also wanted to get revenge on my father. But I saw today that the pile of rags was protected so well in your hands, and I was a little relieved."

Meng Buqing couldn't express any complicated feelings.

Perhaps it was because the sword was given to the beauty, the well-matched and harmonious atmosphere made her forget the coldness between her father and her.

Ji Wan listened quietly.

"You are so strange," Meng Buqing said with a smile in his eyes, "Hearing this, others will say something. Your father actually loves you very much, but he doesn't know how to express comfort."

Ji Wan's lips moved, but she still didn't speak.

Following this, I think back to a few years ago.At a celebration dinner, Meng Yong was poured alcohol, his face turned red, and he said that he was always on business trips for so long and felt sorry for his daughter.

People around waved their hands one after another: "President Meng's daughter must be sensible, knowing that Dad's earning money outside is all for her, so he will understand."

"How can the man who supports the family feel sorry for the child!"

"Yes!"

At that time, Ji Wan was smoking next to her, and the smoke from her puffs lingered in front of her eyes. She suddenly said: "Since she is raised, she is of course not responsible for leaving her at home. You are really sorry for her."

Meng Yong looked over, his neck was flushed from drinking, but he didn't feel annoyed in the question: "If it was your daughter, wouldn't you stay with her at home?"

There was a few seconds of silence.

Ji Wan's eyes drifted over from the cigarette, blurry, but her voice was low and clear:

"Will do."

Meng Yong chose her to be alone, probably because he still remembered that sentence.

Ji Wan had a thoughtful look on her face.

Meng Buqing looked at her and asked softly, "Why haven't you spoken for a long time?"

"Think of something." Ji Wan lowered her long eyelashes and said calmly, "Go to sleep."

"Do you really want to take me to read those books?" Meng Buqing stared at her expression, trying to discern whether her words were casual, "You will think I am stupid, I... I went to a private school when I was young, and the textbooks I used Different, I have never even learned some poems that everyone can memorize."

"It doesn't matter, if you want to learn, I will set aside a special time to teach you in the future." Ji Wan helped her cover the quilt, and said in a low voice, "It doesn't matter if you feel boring, it depends on what content you like, I will choose what you like for you Tell me, it's easy to understand."

Ji Wan looked at her silently, and the two looked at each other, as if they had something to say.

In the end, it was Meng Buqing who spoke first.

She buried her face in the quilt, her voice was as soft as a casual joke, "Don't be so used to it, I will rely on you."

Ji Wan smiled and asked, "Why?"

"Forget it, I don't dare, I know that sooner or later you will be..." Meng Buqing shrank his head in again, buried himself in the quilt and said, "Good night."

Ji Wan looked for it, and leaned over to help her turn off the light.

"Good night."

The room with the curtains drawn was dark, Ji Wan walked out, her long hair rolled up casually.The hazy light and shadow shone on the side face.

When he turned to close the door, he glanced at Meng Buqing again.

I thought, what are you afraid of.

This is for you.

The author has something to say:

There will be no bloody plots, the reasons for everything are natural (after all, my theme: clean and simple healing sweet text)

I promised a reader before that if I write a smoking plot, I will have a reminder: Smoking is harmful to health, don't imitate it (although Ji Wan has quit)

PS If there is no accident, it will be added to V Wanchang tomorrow!