My wife is in my arms

Chapter 28 Songwriting

last night.

Jiang Yiren never wrote a complete song.

After she found out that she had bitten the tip of her ballpoint pen, she picked up the poetry collection in panic and went back to her room amid Zhang You's laughter. When she passed by Zhang You who was still laughing, she paused for a moment, but in the end she didn't even give Zhang You a glance.

Because it's Saturday.

Jiang Yiren didn't call Zhang Zishan either. Maybe Zhang You bought his own breakfast these two mornings, so she didn't make his portion. She used a juicer to squeeze a cup of fruit and vegetable juice, cooked a sweet potato and corn, ate them, and then went out to work.

Like many other school-going kids.

From Monday to Friday, no matter how much we called, we couldn't wake her up. But when Saturday and Sunday came and no one called her, the child got up by herself. Less than twenty minutes after Jiang Yiren left, little Zishan, wearing printed pajamas, came out of the bedroom, stretching lazily.

"Brush your teeth, wash your face, and then have breakfast"

Zhang You spoke up to remind him.

"Where's my mom!?"

Xiao Zishan asked.

"What do you think!?"

Zhang You asked back with a smile, and without Xiao Zishan's answer, he smiled and said, "Of course I go out to work and make money to support you and me as your husband."

'Very thick-skinned'

Xiao Zishan rolled his eyes at Zhang You as he walked towards the bathroom.

Not long after, Xiao Zishan came out after washing up. Zhang You asked, "Do you want to have the mutton soup and pastry I bought, or should I make you another one?"

"Mutton soup. You've been drinking mutton soup in the morning these past two days. Isn't it delicious?!"

The little girl used a spoon to stir the mutton soup that Zhang You had specially poured from a disposable plastic bowl into the ceramic bowl at home.

"It's autumn now. In autumn and winter, you should drink more mutton soup to nourish your stomach."

Zhang You replied with a smile.

"Your stomach isn't feeling well!? Yeah! I forgot you drink a lot. My mom says people who drink a lot don't have a good stomach. So, why don't you go to the hospital?"

The little girl asked with concern.

"I'm fine now. We'll talk to you when I get sick. Eat quickly and go back to your room for some sleep. I'll call you when lunch is ready."

Zhang You replied, "Sleep a little longer in the afternoon, I'll take you to the magic pen to practice calligraphy at 1:30."

"how about you!?"

The little girl asked.

"Except for not having to practice calligraphy, everything else is the same as you. I need to catch up on my sleep and take another nap after lunch."

When saying this, Zhang You had no embarrassment on his face. This is the case for people who rely on others for support. They sleep soundly when they are bored, and do nothing when they are full.

"You pig! Sleeping so much!"

The little girl exclaimed.

"I'm a pig, what are you? Okay, eat quickly, or it won't taste good when it gets cold. I'm telling you, you should get more sleep on Sundays, don't wait until Monday and start complaining about being sleepy. If you want to study well, you need enough sleep. You can't help it if you have homework on weekdays, but don't say you're energetic on Sundays."

After playing around with Zhang Zishan for a while, Zhang You waited for her to finish her breakfast and drove her to the bedroom. He then went back to his room to sleep. However, just as he lay down and hadn't taken off his clothes, the door was opened by Zhang Zishan. Standing at the door, the girl asked in a surprised tone, "Are you really sleeping?!"

"What else can I do?!"

Zhang You ignored her and lifted the quilt and crawled in.

"I'm impressed by you."

Seeing that her father was really going to sleep, the little girl said this and turned to leave the second bedroom. Zhang You had probably slept for a few days and had gotten too much sleep, so he couldn't fall asleep.

But even though he couldn't sleep, he still chose to close his eyes and lie on the bed to sleep.

After a while, Xiao Zishan reappeared in the room. She squatted beside the bed, staring at Zhang You with a pair of beautiful eyes that were exactly the same as her mother's. She stretched out her finger and scratched Zhang You's face. Zhang You slapped her hand away and said, "If you don't sleep today, and you still can't get up on Monday and say you're sleepy, I'm going to beat you up."

"Didn't you say you wouldn't hit my mom anymore?" the little girl laughed.

"I said I won't hit your mother, but I didn't say I won't hit you, so if you don't want to be hit by me, go back to your room and catch up on some sleep. If we want to live in peace as father and daughter, you have to listen to me."

Zhang You spoke.

"But what if I can't sleep!?"

Xiao Zishan asked, lying on the edge of the bed.

Zhang You closed his eyes and fumbled around on the bedside table for a few seconds. He then handed the phone he found to Xiao Zishan and said, "If you can't sleep, go video chat with your mother. It's a good opportunity to ask her about her schedule for today."

"You beat up my mom, why are you still so concerned about her!?"

The little girl giggled and said.

"Slapping is love, scolding is love, spanking and scolding is true love, without spanking and scolding, you're done for."

Zhang You, who was already having trouble sleeping, couldn't sleep anymore after being disturbed by the little girl. He got up from the bed helplessly and said, "Okay, if you don't want to sleep, go to the living room and watch TV."

It's approaching nine o'clock.

The city has entered the best temperature of the day. Even though it is already late autumn, the outdoor temperature has been maintained at around 27 or 28 degrees in the past few days. It would feel a little chilly at six or seven in the morning, but the temperature is just right now.

Zhang You arranged for Zhang Zishan to watch cartoons on the sofa, while he walked into the room where Jiang Yiren specially placed the musical instruments she bought, picked out a guitar, and Zhang You tried out the sound.

It was not unexpected to Zhang You.

The guitar that Jiang Yiren focused on had a very clear and even tone.

The shape is not as exaggerated as the stage style, but Zhang You carefully identified that the soundboard should be solid spruce, the back and sides are mahogany, and the fingerboard is rosewood.

The top knob is much more interesting. It is carved with patterns in pure gold. You don’t have to think about it, it must be carved from pure gold. I guess there is only one like this, and it must cost at least a million.

Hearing the guitar sound, Xiao Zishan jumped off the sofa and ran in without even putting on her slippers. Seeing Zhang You holding her mother's guitar, Zhang Zishan's face was very long and she said angrily, "What are you doing? Are you planning to sell it again?..."

talking.

While Zhang You was stunned, the girl snatched the guitar from his hand, and put it back into the box with some effort. Finally, she closed the lid.

"I……"

Zhang You wanted to say something else.

The little girl didn't give him the chance at all. She dragged him out and said angrily as she walked, "Last time you secretly sold one, my mom was so distressed that she cried. And you still stole... Dad, can you be more sensible?"

Zhang You was stunned.

After leaving the instrument room, the little girl took Zhang You's phone, dug out her mother's number and dialed it. When Jiang Yiren answered, the little girl complained directly, "Mom, my dad wants to steal your instrument again..."

Zhang You opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

But in the end, he didn't say it out loud, because it was mainly the security guard's fault.

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Zishan snorted coldly at Zhang You, then quickly ran into the bedroom, took out a key from somewhere, and locked the room where Jiang Yiren kept the musical instruments.

"My mom said, if you get angry and hit me today because you didn't steal anything, she will take me away when she comes back in the evening and never come back again."

Xiaozi Shan said angrily.

"Can you trust your dad again?!"

Zhang You said helplessly.

"Why do you say again!?"

Xiao Zishan asked back.

"..."

Zhang You was so angry that he couldn't say a word.

After a slight hesitation, he gave a thumbs up and praised, "You are incredible, girl. Even if your father is not killed by you, he will definitely be pissed off to death by you in the future."

(End of this chapter)