Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 167 Literary Girl
Twilight deepens.

Although the sky has not completely darkened yet, the huge full moon has already hung high in the sky, occupying an excellent position in the dim sky, watching everything on the ground silently.

The light from the desk lamp was exceptionally soft, illuminating the desk and the short-haired girl in front of the desk who was writing hard, and the slender shadows were reflected on the white surface.

The blue dolphin pendant on the girl's neck was slightly glowing, as if she was blinking and watching the moon outside the window.

Suddenly there was a knock on the bedroom door, and a muffled voice sounded from outside the door.

"Guzheng, it's time to eat."

"Understood, come right away!"

Gu Zheng responded loudly, put down the pen and paper, put away the books on the desk, picked up the phone on the desk and took a look. Seeing that there was no new news, she snorted softly, then moved her arms and neck and walked out of the bedroom.

Seeing her daughter studying all afternoon, Gu Lang, who was wearing an apron in front of the dining table, looked distressed, and couldn't care less about continuing to taste the hot soup in the spoon in his hand, and said heartbrokenly: "I said you girl, it's Mid-Autumn Festival. Tian Bo is studying in the room, so come out and talk to your dad and me anyway."

"What can I tell you?"

Before Guzheng could speak, Miao Yan'er came out of the kitchen with a plate of steaming dishes in each of her left and right hands, and said with a smile, "You are ignorant all day long, and you have nothing in common with Xiaozheng. I'm afraid you'll ruin her by talking too much, don't be dazed, go to the kitchen and bring the rest of the dishes."

"According to the order!"

Miao Yan'er has the absolute right to speak in this family. Gu Lang, who has the family's younger brother, dared not disobey. He hurried into the kitchen, and when he came out, his face was pale. He obviously thought of something, and raised his voice, "I said wife, Who said that my daughter and I have nothing in common, I can definitely talk to her about that brat Han Zhou."

Isn't this a common topic?
Guzheng is feeding everyone next to the rice cooker. The two special large bowls belong to her and Miao Yaner, and the rest of the normal-sized bowls belong to Gu Lang—this is a family where the size of the bowl determines the status of the family. , Hearing this, he turned his head and glanced at his father, and then withdrew his gaze, as if he didn't want to talk to him.

"Look, I said you have nothing in common."

Miao Yan'er shook her head and smiled lowly, took off her apron and sat down, as if she suddenly realized something, Xing Xing's eyes flashed with alertness, she said strangely, "No, you never used 'brat' to call Han Zhou before, even the last time You never called him that when he took your favorite floral shirt away, why did you suddenly change it?"

Her gaze became sharper, "Do you have something to hide from me about Han Zhou?"

Gu Lang's heart tightened, it's really not a good thing to have a wife with keen insight, especially the other party still has absolute dominance.

Of course he was unhappy with Han Zhou because he had a room with Gu Zheng, but he didn't dare to tell this matter, otherwise, without mentioning what would happen to Han Zhou, Gu Zheng would definitely ignore him for several days because of his slip of the tongue he.

Didn't you see that girl didn't plan to feed him anymore?
His thoughts changed rapidly, and he sat down in his seat with a look of displeasure on his face, snorting coldly: "We have prepared moon cakes for that boy, and the rice is specially made for four people, but the Mid-Autumn Festival is almost over, and that boy doesn't even say hello You don’t even bother to greet us, what is this if you’re not a brat?”

"It's your poor memory! Han Zhou has something to do these days, so he can't come to our house. Didn't I tell you?"

Gu Zheng subconsciously defended Han Zhou, put a bowl of rice heavily in front of him with a stern face, and said angrily, "He asked me to wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival for him, and said that he would bring us Ye Cheng when he came back the day after tomorrow. specialty."

The father and daughter exchanged glances calmly.

"Has Han Zhou gone to Yecheng?"

As expected, Miao Yan'er was really attracted by this sentence and asked, "What is he doing in Yecheng?"

Guzheng handed the big rice bowl to her, sat down with her own big rice bowl in her arms, shook her head and said, "There should be something important to do, I didn't ask him specifically."

"What important thing can he do as a student, it can't be traveling, right?"

Gu Lang hated that iron could not become steel, "Guzheng, I didn't say you, there must be monsters when things go wrong, how can you not ask about this kind of thing? Don't you worry about which girl he is hanging out with? "

He deliberately put on a gloomy tone when he said the last sentence.

Guzheng's complexion changed slightly, and he buried his face in the rice bowl, hesitatingly retorted: "This, what's there to be afraid of, I don't care, and he doesn't know a few girls..."

"You are talking about high school. The university has been in school for a month. Can you guarantee that he has not flirted with any female classmates during this time? Even if he is not attracted to a certain girl, can you make sure that no girl plots against him? ?”

Gu Lang sneered, and said in a tone of someone who had experienced it, "You think only men are lustful, don't you? Let me tell you, with that brat's face, it's normal for a girl to think about it..."

Before he finished speaking, he broke out in cold sweat suddenly, and saw a chopstick passing by his eyes like a javelin, stably inserted into his rice bowl, and the whole chopstick was almost completely submerged in the rice.

Miao Yan'er on the opposite side of the table said with a smile: "I said husband, are you a bit off topic? You just talk about these two children, why are you talking about other people? By the way, give me the chopsticks. "

Gu wasted a little effort to pull out the chopsticks from the bowl, handed them to the other party respectfully, and said with a sneer: "Hahaha, I can't help it, I can't help it..."

He looked at Guzheng again, the expression on his face suddenly changed, and he said earnestly, "Anyway, that's what it means. Since you like that kid, you have to have a sense of crisis and urgency. Don't play on TV. You're going to die." As for the confession, your mother and I have no objection to your falling in love at this time, um... you should understand what I mean, right?"

Miao Yaner nodded in agreement, and said with a smile: "I really have no objection. Although I personally think that girls need to maintain a certain degree of reserve, it is not a cheap thing to take the initiative. If it were me, Han Zhou would be fine tonight." Must stay with us."

Guzheng still buried her face in the bowl, not knowing what she was thinking, after a moment of silence, she protested with a guilty conscience: "Who says I like him?"

Gu Lang clutched his chest in pain: "I don't want you to like that kid at all. The problem is that you can tell that you like him. Otherwise, why do you think we would indulge that kid and stay with you?"

He felt that it was necessary to clarify some things with this silly boy. If it was before, it would be fine, but now these two guys are sleeping in the same room. If they are not together, this silly girl will suffer a lot!
No, we will suffer even if we are together!

"Guzheng, you have to fight for the first place in everything. We won't stop you, but a bowl of water has to be flat... It may not be right to say that, but you can't leave the most important thing like love alone. Ah, aren't you afraid that someone will secretly rank up?"

"Secretly gaining points?" Guzheng raised her head and looked at him suspiciously.

"It's just flirting with that kid while you're not paying attention. Don't think that such things don't exist! Think back then..."

Sensing that someone wanted to throw chopsticks again, Gu Lang tactfully did not tell what happened back then, but instead said, "Anyway, just treat that kid as an imaginary enemy, you can't let everyone else Eye to eye, you're still here 'not sure' whether you like him or not, right?"

He talked more and more vigorously, but Miao Yan'er suddenly stopped him: "Okay, it's not that you're in a relationship, so why not worry about it all day, eat well."

Gu Lang was taken aback for a moment, and then he noticed that Gu Zheng fell into deep thought at some point, holding a huge rice bowl, staring at the moon outside the balcony in a daze.

……

"It is said that the Mid-Autumn Festival is a day of reunion, so what do you think the two of us are cuddling together like this?"

The full moon hangs high, and the cool breeze blows, bringing a coolness to the night.

Han Zhou retracted his thoughts, tightened his coat tightly, and said angrily: "Let's not talk about the nature of it, how does our current state have anything to do with cuddling?"

At this time, he and Mo Yixia were sitting on a bench in a park near the hotel. The park was quite lively at night, but fortunately they came early, otherwise they might not have been able to occupy a good moon-watching spot.

"Don't our two shadows snuggle together?"

Mo Yixia looked calm, put his hands on his lap, looked at the shadow on the ground and said, "To some extent, sometimes shadows are more honest than people."

Han Zhou chuckled and said, "You find a place where the lights are dark, they might be more honest."

"At that time, the body should be honest." Mo Yixia raised her chin, looked at the moon in the sky, and suddenly asked, "If you regard the current moon as a lamp, and the switch is in your hand, which one will you choose?" Turn it off?"

Han Zhou showed suspicion: "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing, I just think it's more artistic to talk like this."

"Why, the innocent high school girl changed her career and wanted to be a literary girl?"

"First of all, an innocent high school girl and a literary girl are compatible, and there is no such thing as changing careers. Secondly, I am proficient in literature, but I just haven't shown it."

Han Zhou laughed dryly: "Judging from your usual choice of words and sentences, literature should have nothing to do with you..."

"You do not believe?"

Mo Yixia looked at him, and lifted her hair calmly. To be honest, if you only look at her temperament, this girl does look like a literary girl.

But it's just a look.

"Believe, of course."

Han Zhou was very clear about the precautions when talking to this guy, and he didn't talk back and didn't ask too many questions. It's best for her to say what she said, so as not to be led into the ditch by the other party.

"Letter is good, then answer my question, if you had the switch to control the moon, would you turn it off now?"

Han Zhou thought for a moment, and was about to answer, when he suddenly remembered the other party's remarks about the lack of freedom of the moon last night, he hesitated, "Isn't this a trap question? The correct answer should be that there is no switch to manipulate the moon. Paramecium shouldn't have such air-cutting fantasies?"

"Complicating simple questions and simplifying complicated ones may be the reason why you are so indecisive." Mo Yixia sighed, "It's not a trap, just tell your answer."

The moon hung high in the sky, motionless, as if it was also waiting for Han Zhou's answer.

"Is that so...then I won't close it."

Han Zhou didn't think for too long, and smiled lightly, "How can Mid-Autumn Festival be done without the moon?"

"is it?"

Mo Yixia glanced at him, "Also as a product born to entrust people's spirit, what is the difference between the essence of the festival and the holy place of love? Qixi Festival has evolved into a festival that celebrates love. The biggest significance of the day is actually to promote consumption and increase open houses. A certain person doesn’t like the Holy Land of Love very much, but he doesn’t seem to have much dissatisfaction with these festivals.”

"There's nothing to be dissatisfied with."

Han Zhou said indifferently, "At least the advantage of the festival is that you can have a holiday, otherwise you would not be able to stand here today, but from what you mean, don't you hate Qixi Festival?"

"you can say it this way."

Mo Yixia nodded approvingly, "After all, I have never celebrated Qixi Festival. If I can also contribute to promoting consumption and increasing the rate of open houses next year, then I won't hate it."

Han Zhou: "..."

He suddenly thought of something, recalled it for a moment, and said: "Speaking of which, your birthday this year seems to be the day before Qixi Festival."

"Well, what a coincidence." Mo Yixia said in a regretful tone, "It would be nice if it was like this next year. I celebrate my birthday on the first day and the Qixi Festival on the next day..."

"That's enough, that's all. Don't talk about contributing to the increase in room opening rate." Han Zhou interrupted blankly, "What about you? If you hold the switch to control the moon, will you turn it off? ?”

"Of course it will."

Mo Yixia raised a hand to cover the moon in front of her eyes, and said in a natural tone, "Since the moonlight is mine, why should I show it to others?"

"Then you are quite arrogant."

Han Zhou shook his head and laughed, stood up and said, "Okay, it's getting late, it's almost time to go back."

"Ah."

Mo Yixia got up and said with emotion while arranging her skirt, "The temperature difference between day and night in Yecheng is really big."

"Who says it's not?" Han Zhou tightened his coat, nodded in agreement, "It's probably going to be quite cold on the snowy mountain tomorrow, should we wear a few more clothes?"

Noila Mo was silent.

"I don't know if we will be in danger. Do we need to find a tour guide or something?"

Moy didn't speak.

"You don't have a plan at all, do you?"

Mo Yixia still didn't speak.

Han Zhou took a few glances at her, unable to see if she was really angry, couldn't help but smiled, took off his coat and said, "I told you not to wear a coat, because you feel cold and don't speak up, you have to beat around the bush What's the matter, are you unhappy?"

Mo Yixia took the jacket and put it on naturally, and then said: "I'm not unhappy, but if it wasn't for your request, I should have come out wearing a school uniform jacket today, so this is your responsibility. "

Han Zhou's coat was obviously a little too big for her, but it didn't look bulky on her body. In front of Han Zhou, she pulled up the collar without restraint and lowered her head to sniff, revealing a look of seriousness. Thinking expression.

Han Zhou's face darkened, and he almost snatched the coat over: "What do you smell?"

"It is said that the smell of people with kidney deficiency is very weak. If my smell overwhelms your smell when I return to the hotel, it means that my pulse last night was fine."

"Can't it be that you have a lot of taste?" Han Zhou said angrily, "Are you sure this is what a literary girl did?"

"My name is Ti Xiang, and besides, literary girls are human beings, so it's not strange to do anything."

Mo Yixia explained something calmly, turned to look at him for a while, and suggested, "Are you cold, why don't we walk together?"

At this time, Han Zhou was only wearing a short sleeve, and it was a bit cold, but he was immune to all diseases, so he had nothing to fear.

"It's not cold, but if you're really worried about me catching a cold, then go faster instead of sniffing like a police dog."

Mo Yixia turned a deaf ear to it, but quietly quickened her pace, and suddenly said, "The smell on your clothes is fading."

"And then." Han Zhou sighed and gave up resisting.

"I said, this is a manifestation of kidney deficiency."

"It may also be that you have too much body odor... Forget it, you can continue."

"You're calmer than I thought, but it's really not something to be ashamed of."

Mo Yixia patted him on the shoulder, opened his palms to cover the moon in the sky, looked up as if the moon had disappeared.

Then cover your eyes with one hand, and the world is completely dark, as if someone turned off the light.

"After all, I will make a move."

(End of this chapter)