I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 556 You are Owen
Xia Qingdai changed into slippers and went into the room. She saw that there were no other guests inside. She couldn't help but smile and said, "No one else has arrived yet. It turns out that I am not the last one to arrive."

"You are the only guest today." Du Zhong led her to the sofa. "What would you like? Tea or coffee?"

Xia Qingdai was surprised when she heard this: "Just me?"

"Yeah." Du Zhong looked calm, as if this was a very common thing and not worth explaining at all.

Xia Qingdai was suddenly confused. It was really strange. Why was she the only one here?
It is said that Du Zhong's social circle is not narrow. Not to mention the nurses in the hospital who are all very friendly to him, even his fellow brothers in the same school should have a good relationship with him.

In the past, she often saw groups of people following him in school. Her senior brothers and sisters in her school all had a good relationship with Du Zhong.

After graduating from school and entering society, what maintains people's relationships is no longer simple feelings, but more about interests.

There is one type of person who will never lack friends—people with high value.

And Eucommia ulmoides clearly meets this condition.

The reason why Xia Qingdai showed kindness to Du Zhong and became friends with him was not only because they both felt a sense of sympathy for each other as the hospital's "little darlings from heaven", but more importantly, it was because she was impressed by Du Zhong's amazing surgical skills.

So for something as big as moving, it would be totally unreasonable if no one else came to support Du Zhong and warm the house.

But now that the facts are before her, Xia Qingdai doesn't know how to react.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation!
He wouldn't really have any plans for me, would he?
Then what should I do, should I obey or not?

Seeing Xia Qingdai's tangled expression, Du Zhong smiled slightly: "I think you should like drinking tea."

After saying that, he started to get hot water and began to make tea on the coffee table smoothly.

Xia Qingdai was gradually attracted by his complicated tea-making technique, and soon asked with a strange look on her face: "Is this English black tea?"

Du Zhong said calmly: "Yes, you are right."

"Haha." Xia Qingdai smiled with social etiquette, "Brother Du, you are quite good at enjoying life."

Du Zhong smiled but said nothing.

After they finished a cup of black tea, Du Zhong took Xia Qingdai to visit the house, showing her everything except his bedroom.

Xia Qingdai didn't think there was anything special about the decoration, so she just praised it once or twice out of courtesy.

"We bought a second-hand house, so the layout and fixed decoration haven't been changed much. We just disinfected the whole house once and replaced the soft furnishings and home appliances with new ones." Du Zhong invited Xia Qingdai over just to let her get acquainted with the place, not to show off his home decoration taste, so naturally there was nothing much to say.

"Oh, the house we live in now is also a second-hand house. But we were lucky when we bought it. The previous owner went bankrupt right after renovating it. It has never been lived in, so it is basically brand new."

"Haha, I'm really lucky."

After the two chatted for a few words in the living room, Du Zhong got up and went to the kitchen to busy himself.

The lunch dishes he prepared were also very British, including fish and chips, mashed potatoes, vegetable salad, and a piece of steak for each person.

When sitting opposite Du Zhong, Xia Qingdai always had a feeling of traveling through time and space, as if the person having lunch with her was not Du Zhong, but young Owen from the 18th century.

"Brother Du, have I ever told you that you look a lot like a friend of mine?" After hesitating for a long time, Xia Qingdai finally couldn't help but speak, "Especially after you dyed your hair blonde."

Du Zhong's expression was a little subtle: "What kind of friend is he?"

"Yes, a very good friend." Xia Qingdai recalled Owen's appearance and couldn't help but smile. "He is an English gentleman with golden hair that is as shiny as gold, deep eyes full of wisdom, and a smile that is like the spring breeze."

Du Zhong asked calmly: "Do you like him?"

"Puff! Cough cough cough!" Xia Qingdai was choked by Du Zhong's sudden question. "Brother Du, I didn't expect you to like gossip too!" After coughing, she said something in a half-angry tone, but did not answer his question.

"Everyone is curious." Du Zhong smiled calmly again, "I just want to be honest with each other and get to know each other better."

"Hehe, hehe."

Xia Qingdai was sweating and quickly buried her head in her food. This sounded like a love story, which was overwhelming.

After dinner, Xia Qingdai rushed to help wash the dishes. Du Zhong certainly wouldn't let her do it alone, so they happily cleaned up together.

Then when she sat down to rest, Du Zhong made her another cup of milk tea.

Xia Qingdai said to him mischievously, "Brother Du, you really are completely British in your habits. You're not going to recognize your relatives abroad, are you recognizing your relatives in Britain?"

Du Zhong did not deny it and replied directly: "Well, I do have a lot of connections with the UK."

"Huh? Really."

Du Zhong looked at Xia Qingdai and nodded affirmatively: "Really."

Xia Qingdai looked up at Du Zhong blankly. Seeing his face that was very similar to Owen, she suddenly stuttered: "You...you are not a descendant of the Owen family, right?"

Du Zhong suddenly smiled brightly, but did not answer. He turned and walked towards a piano room nearby, and called Xia Qingdai, "Come here, I'll play the piano for you."

"Ah? Oh." Xia Qingdai felt strange looking at Du Zhong's back, and a feeling was about to burst out.

Du Zhong sat down on the piano stool in front of the window, stretched out his slender fingers and lightly stroked the piano keys. Soon, extremely beautiful nature-like sounds flowed out from his fingertips.

Xia Qingdai looked at Du Zhong's profile and was a little dazed for a moment.

She had never known that Du Zhong played the piano so well, even with a bit of Owen's style.

You know, in terms of piano skills alone, Owen is not inferior to Mozart.

After a moment, Xia Qingdai just froze in place.

This... isn't this one of the last songs Owen left for her?

Although she has the score, she hasn't published it yet. How did Du Zhong know about it? !

Not only did he know it, he also played it so well, as if he had played it thousands of times before, and he didn't even need sheet music!
"You...how do you know this song?" Xia Qingdai could no longer hold back and shouted in shock.

Du Zhong's fingers kept moving. He just turned his head slightly and looked at Xia Qingdai and said, "You really can't guess it?"

Xia Qingdai covered her mouth with her hand, subconsciously took a step back, and then took two steps forward.

"You...you are Owen? No, how can you be Owen?! That's impossible. You are separated by more than two centuries!"

Xia Qingdai was confused and really couldn't tell the difference.

Du Zhong withdrew his gaze. He did not answer, but just gently closed his eyes and continued to play the song he had written in another time and space deep in his mind.

When he opened his eyes again and looked at Xia Qingdai, he only saw a tearful face and a pair of misty eyes.

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