Chapter 387 Water Droplets

Because she was going to the Qin family tomorrow, Nan Zhiyi started packing gifts.

She picked out a few local specialties from Beidaihe and then went to the warehouse to find a box of tea.

I haven't been to the Qin family for almost half a year, and it's lunchtime again, so it would be really inappropriate to go empty-handed.

Seeing her mother busy in the living room, Gu Zhao heard that they were going to Aunt Xiaoxuan and Uncle Qin Fen's house and would see their daughter Yao Yao, so she immediately ran back to her room.

A short while later, she came out carrying several unopened toys: "Mom, these are all new toys that Uncle gave me before. They're still in the packaging. It's a waste to leave them at home, so I'll bring them to Yao Yao."

Nan Zhiyi was somewhat surprised: "You still remember Yao Yao?"

Gu Zhao's little brows immediately furrowed: "Of course I remember, Mom, you always treat me like a little baby."

He felt looked down upon; his mother always seemed to think he hadn't grown up yet, as if he couldn't remember anything.

Nan Zhiyi immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, son, Mom always feels you're still too young..."

Gu Zhao hugged his mother's arm: "I'm not blaming you. It's just that Dad said I'm a man now."

He lowered his voice, as if sharing a secret, "Dad said that I have to protect and take care of Mom from now on."

Nan Zhiyi felt a warmth in her heart. It turned out that Gu Xiao had unknowingly instilled such a sense of responsibility in his son.

She gently pinched her son's cheek: "So this is what you and Dad were talking about last night?"

“He didn’t talk about it every day. My dad also talked to me about other things.”

He wouldn't go into details, and turned to put the small gifts into a paper bag.

That evening, after Gu Xiao finished showering, Nan Zhiyi asked him about it.

He pulled her onto his lap and sat her on the edge of the bed before asking her, "What did our son say?"

Nan Zhiyi smiled and said, "He said you wanted him to protect me."

Water droplets were still dripping from his hair, but he was too lazy to wipe them off.

Nan Zhiyi ran her hand through his hair, the dampness of which was cooled by the whirring fan beside her.

"Fifth Brother, you haven't told me yet."

"Nothing special. I just tell him stories from 'The Art of War' and talk about principles of conduct and interpersonal relationships."

"For example?"

"For example, tell him that he should plan carefully before acting, but he should not be indecisive."

Gu Xiao gently stroked her back, "You must be able to distinguish right from wrong and not follow the crowd."

Nan Zhiyi leaned on his shoulder, looking at his profile, where his prominent nose cast a shadow.

Is there anything else?

“Teach him the strategic layout of chess, and tell him that life is like a game of chess, where you have to think three steps ahead for every move you make. Tell him historical stories, not the ones in books, but the battles that his grandfather personally experienced. Tell him that true courage is not about not being afraid, but about doing the right thing even when you are afraid.”

His hand slowly moved from his back to his thigh, his fingertips gently pinching it.

"The most important thing is to teach him to love his wife as his father loves his mother, so that he can cherish her in the future."

Nan Zhiyi turned around and hugged his neck, her gaze meeting his smiling eyes.

"Then next time you must also tell him that his wife must cherish him, and that the two of them must respect and love each other..."

After hearing this, Gu Xiao's eyes and brows were filled with tender affection, and he lifted her up a little.

Nan Zhiyi leaned down, bit his Adam's apple, and gently rubbed it with her teeth.

He let out a muffled groan in response.

"Zhiyi, you're getting better and better at bullying me..."

Nan Zhiyi shifted her body, teasing him a little more, her fingers sliding freely across his chest. "Oh, isn't it always you who bullies me? How have I bullied you?"

Gu Xiao's eyes suddenly darkened, and he lowered his eyelids slightly, as if he were aiming at prey.

......

He tore off half of the gauze curtain, which now hung hazily over the side of the bed.

The chirping of insects outside the window had somehow faded into the distance; only the fan continued its tireless spinning, lifting and lowering the curtains.

The entire summer night melted into warm, humid water.