Summer in Shangcheng

Chapter 83
Mu Yicheng just took a nap at her house, as for changing the whole bed?

"Where's the original bed?" she asked.

Mu Yicheng lay down again, and seemed to be sleeping comfortably, with a gentle smile on his brows and eyes, "Throw it away."

"Throw it away?" Mei Zhixia was shocked: "Throw away the landlord's things casually, and she will trouble me."

"So, why don't you move to my place, saving rent and no one bothering you."

Mei Zhixia: ...

Simply incomprehensible.

After changing her bed, she acted like she was doing the right thing, and she didn't ask him to do it for her. She was even more worried that the pungent landlady would make trouble for her.

Looking at Mu Yicheng helplessly, Mei Zhixia said lightly: "You go to sleep, I will work for a while."

Mu Yicheng saw that Mei Zhixia didn't seem very happy, and was about to say something when Mei Zhixia walked out of the room resolutely and closed the door.

Looking at the thin door panel, Mu Yicheng was puzzled, what did he do wrong?
He felt that the bed was uncomfortable, and wanted to change Mei Zhixia to a comfortable bed, could it be that he was wrong?

He turned over, his thoughts were a little messy, even though he was very sleepy, he couldn't fall asleep anyway.

He got out of bed and opened the curtains, the scorching sun almost hurt his eyes.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the old buildings lined up outside the window, his black pupils were dark and deep.

Mei Zhixia, what exactly do you want, a woman?
He wished to give her the best tenderness in the world, but what did she need?
His memory gradually returned to that summer seven years ago. He had just come to China as an exchange student. At that time, he was only 17 years old and a sophomore in high school.

At this stage, he should not have moved from South Korea to China, but his mother, Meng Yun, had to come to China to teach for a year due to work, and his father was busy with work all day long, so he had no time to take care of him. He voluntarily followed Meng Yun to this country with a long history.

Meng Yun often heard about China when he was very young. He has a strong interest in China and has long wanted to visit it.

When he first came to China, his Chinese was not as good as it is now, but his daily communication is no problem at all.

That afternoon, Meng Yun took him around. In a park, Meng Yun went to buy water for him. He sat on a bench under the shade of a tree and watched the man who set up an easel in the park and painted portraits for passers-by. The girl was in a daze.

That girl was Mei Zhixia, with a simple ponytail, and a white cotton dress with some wrinkles. The white canvas shoes on her feet were very old, but they were very clean.

She charged ten yuan for painting a portrait of someone else, and he asked her to paint one for himself out of boredom.

When he got close to her, Mu Yicheng realized that there were many bruises on her arms, of different sizes, but they were shocking. Her clear and bright black eyes impressed him the most, and he still can't forget them.

"Ten yuan a piece." She first told him the charging standard, and he smiled, "No problem."

He paid the money first, but she confiscated it, and said stubbornly: "I will pay after I am satisfied with the painting."

Even under the shade of the tree, Mei Zhixia was still sweating profusely from the heat at that time, and large beads of sweat rolled down from the corners of her forehead. She bit her lower lip and insisted on painting, and her thin body stood in front of the drawing board. Kind of.

Mu Yicheng looked at her fascinated. In South Korea, he had seen many beautiful girls, but none of them were as clean and refined as Mei Zhixia. Her facial features were very delicate, and she was by no means a stunning type, but a natural one. Tranquility, makes people feel comfortable and very friendly face.

　These two chapters contain some passages of recollection and narration, which are not too long, so please read it patiently.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)