Fallen by the Pillow: The Five Years of Being Occupied

She walked over, but she didn't see the meditation room, but saw a glass room, which was different from the one extending from the kitchen. This glass room completely blended into the garden like a small forest, using large The glass, which was wiped clean, was covered with a thin layer of halo in the light penetrating through the forest.

Out of curiosity, Lin Jiyue pushed open the door and walked in.

This is a small glass room. There are several rows of shelves against the wall, and a few books are placed. Below is a fireplace made of red bricks. There is a long woolen blanket in front of the fireplace, which looks very comfortable. It looks like there is only a single sofa next to the standing lamp. It is a very western-style, very simple small room, but inadvertently seeps out an inexplicable old smell.

It was a feeling from the bottom of my heart, and she liked it here.

Lin Jiyue stepped forward, and besides a few books, there were also several photo frames turned upside down on the shelf. She turned it over and saw that in the photo was a middle-aged man in a black suit and a handsome man. The beautiful women stood together, and between them stood a very thin boy. The boy pursed his lips. Although he was still very young, he could vaguely see the outline of Zhuang Licheng.

After flipping through the other photos, the boy gradually grew up and became more and more handsome. His eyebrows were somewhat similar to the man in the suit, and it was not difficult to guess their relationship.

Lin Jiyue looked at the photo and smiled slightly, then put the things back in place.

This glass room is so secret, all the things in this room must be cherished by Zhuang Licheng. She carefully took one of the books from the bookshelf for fear that she would break it, and sat on the sofa to read it.

The content was very boring. Lin Jiyue read a few pages seriously, and suddenly felt a little tired, and fell asleep after reading it...

After dinner in the evening, Zhuang Licheng went to the study. After washing the dishes, Lin Jiyue thought about it and made a cup of green tea to take him upstairs. When she came to the door of the study, she knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Zhuang Licheng's voice was still faint, without any emotion, but Lin Jiyue seemed to be used to it, and she didn't feel anything wrong, so she opened the door and went in.

This is the first time Lin Jiyue saw Zhuang Licheng at work. He lowered his head and was writing something on the paper with a pen in his hand. The bright light in the study room was covered with a faint halo, and the resolute and upright side face was deep and charming.

"I made you a cup of green tea."

Her voice was soft, with a soothing delicacy in such a night. Zhuang Licheng couldn't help but look up at her. It was still the same beautiful and pure face, but under the light, it was deep, and her eyes twinkled. , There is a feeling similar to Wen Yu.

Lin Jiyue reached out and brought the cup of freshly brewed coffee on the table to her, replaced it with green tea, and said to him, "Go to bed early after work, don't go to bed too late... From now on, from now on in the evening It’s better not to drink coffee, but green tea is the same if you want to refresh yourself.”

In the past, when Dad was working at night, she would often make green tea for him and send it over.

That soft voice kept lingering in the study room, as if a pair of invisible hands were stirring his heart, Zhuang Licheng frowned, stretched out his hand to stroke her long hair that draped over her shoulders.