Chapter 174 Because He Suffered from Lack of Education
Song Suiyang slumped over her desk in the office, a splitting headache in her head. She shouldn't have drunk so much last night, at least not on a weekday. She closed her eyes groggily, resting.
A figure walked towards her and rapped his knuckles on her desk.
She squinted her eyes and took a look. Tang Zhixu was looking down at her expressionlessly.
Song Suiyang closed his eyes again: "What's the matter?"
"Send a message."
Pass on a message? What kind of request is this? Song Suiyang opened his eyes again.
"to whom?"
"Your master."
"My master? Which master? A university professor?"
Tang Zhixu looked at her coldly without saying a word. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck her, and she understood.
"Are you talking about Teacher Tong?"
Tang Zhixu neither admitted nor denied it, but Song Suiyang knew he was talking about Tong Zhongyuan.
"What message? He hasn't spoken to me in the past six months. I suspect he no longer uses WeChat. He hasn't replied to any of my messages on WeChat."
Tang Zhixu ignored her chatter and said simply, "Tell him to go read some Nüshu."
"Nu Shu? My master is a man, why should I read Nu Shu?"
Tang Zhixu had already walked to the door and threw down a sentence without turning back.
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He walked back to his office and collapsed into his chair. A deep sense of exhaustion washed over him, yet he felt a strange, inexplicable sense of relief. His phone rang, and he numbly picked it up.
"Hi, have you confessed recently?"
He put the phone back numbly.
After thinking blankly for a while, he stood up, walked out of the office, and went to Luo Yijin's workstation.
"Is there a mirror?"
Luo Yijing raised her head, confused: "Yes..."
"Give me."
Luo Yijing took out a makeup mirror from the drawer and handed it to Tang Zhixu.
Tang Zhixu held the mirror, looked at his face, looked around for a while, returned the mirror to her, and walked into the office again.
He sat back in his chair and picked up his phone.
"I confessed, and was rejected."
The other party is typing...
After waiting for a while, a pop-up popped up: "When are you free? I still owe you a meal."
"On the weekend."
After waiting for a long time, a rose popped up on the screen.
He smiled, clicked on her profile picture, backspaced in the name, erased the three words "blind date girl", and retyped two words: Annie.
June is the best season in London. In the British Library, sunlight pours in through the huge, towering glass windows, filling the entire space.
Tong Zhongyuan put the bamboo slips back on the velvet cloth and took off his gloves.
"Thanks."
The staff took the box back from him.
"You're welcome. I hope this helps."
The staff who were taking over the shift came over and discussed in a low voice as they watched him leave.
"Is it him again? He's an expert from the British Museum, right? He's applied several times recently, all to look at this pair of bamboo slips."
"Yes. There's a new discovery in Niya. The owner of the newly opened tomb is the person on the bamboo slips."
The person on duty opened the box curiously and found ancient words on it that he didn't recognize.
I present this jade to you, and wish you all the best.
The weather was sunny and the sun shone on the ancient cobblestone road. Red double-decker buses slowly passed by, crossing with black taxis.
Around the corner, he found a quiet lane. Next to a small garden stood a Victorian townhouse. He paused, then walked back to the same spot. He turned, wanting to leave. But then the wind started blowing. It had been blowing since last summer, and the wind blew through the sycamore leaves, creating a ripple of green.
The shadows of the swaying branches enveloped him, and time flowed backwards into the distance in his memories.
In June in London, the air was filled with the scent of roses. He was waiting at the hotel door for Miss Qin, who had come from the Shanghai Museum. She ran down the stone steps, pigeons fluttering around her feet, and the sun's rays flickered across her face. She ran to him, carrying the fresh breath of early summer.
He extended his hand to her: "Hello, Miss Qin, I am Tong Zhongyuan."
Surprised and nostalgic memories sparkled in her glass-like eyes.
Every day they inspected artifacts at the harbor and strolled along the Thames in the evenings. The swans in Hyde Park made their shrill cries, and she covered her ears and smiled brightly. In Cambridge, he rode his bicycle with her through the college streets, telling her jokes about his embarrassing school days. The clear ring of the bicycle bell echoed with the waves of the River Cam.
He raised his hand to block the glaring sunlight. If this was the case, if it had started like this, would the ending be different from now?
No, stop thinking about it. It's always this kind of delusion, this kind of meaningless delusion. He muttered vaguely in his mind, "I have to accept it. This is the end. This is our end."
After bending over the black classical iron railing and walking up the steps, He Wu, carrying her shopping bags, rang the doorbell in front of a Georgian townhouse. After a moment, she took out her key and opened the door, but no one answered.
Although the house was classically constructed, the furniture was uniquely modern. He Wu put down his shopping bags on the porch and sighed. It was still the same. The room, freshly tidied last week, was a mess again. A few used clothes were thrown on the sofa, a few unwashed cups lay on the coffee table, the milk in the refrigerator was expired, and in the kitchen sink, dishes were left there from who knows when, with an unknown green slime floating on the greasy water stain.
This phenomenon began six months ago when Tong Zhongyuan returned to England. At first, she thought he was exhausted from his six-month business trip. On his return to London, he came to her house to say hello, then left without eating. He said he wanted to sleep. He did look haggard that day. Later, he explained he was jet-lagged and stayed indoors. Two weeks later, she realized something was amiss. A mother's intuition told her it wasn't simply exhaustion.
On the surface, his life gradually returned to normal, and he was still dignified and decent. But in places that were not visible, he was changing. His appetite was decreasing, and every time he came to eat, it was like completing a task. He was obviously thinner and spoke less. The most important thing was that his previous vigor and vigor was replaced by an unnoticeable depression. She vaguely guessed that maybe he had encountered something in China that he didn't tell her. What proved her guess was his room. The room is a projection of the heart. The room that was always kept tidy and clean became messy. She helped clean it several times, but it returned to its dirty state within a few days. She understood one thing, she could help tidy up his room, but she couldn't tidy up his heart.
Just yesterday, she thought she had finally found the reason, so she came here to do a final verification. She finished cleaning the room and it was time to make dinner. The door rang and Tong Zhongyuan came back.
"Mom, you're here? Why didn't you ask me in advance?" He took off his coat and threw it on the sofa.
He Wu frowned and picked up his clothes and hung them on the coat rack. Tong Zhongyuan noticed his dissatisfaction.
"I'll hire someone to help me clean up when I have time, so you don't have to clean up for me anymore."
"I'm just tidying up. I came here today to talk to you."
Tong Zhongyuan unbuttoned his collar and walked upstairs. This wasn't the first time He Wu wanted to talk to him.
"Let's do it another day. I won't eat dinner. You should go home early. My dad is waiting for you at home."
"Tong Zhongyuan! Stop!"
He stopped and turned around helplessly.
"There's really nothing to talk about. How many times do you want me to tell you that? I'm fine. It's just that my room is a little messy. Is that a big deal?"
"I'm not here to talk to you about the room today."
Tong Zhongyuan held his head and said, "I have already explained the Yuan blue and white porcelain. I don't care about this false reputation. The Shanghai Museum will make up for the rest. I want to come back soon."
"Don't you want to surpass me? The opportunity is right in front of you, and you come back like this?"
"I'm still young, it's only a matter of time before I surpass you. There's no rush."
He Wu laughed: "At the beginning, I told you not to fix it, but you insisted on fixing it. Now that the missing piece has finally been burned out, you're not in a hurry anymore?"
"It's different now. Things are changing dynamically."
"When is this time? When is that time?"
Not wanting to bother with her anymore, Tong Zhongyuan didn't answer and went upstairs.
"Tong Zhongyuan!" He Wu called him again, "You'll regret it if you don't talk to me today!"
Tong Zhongyuan supported his forehead with his hand again, resisting the urge to leave. He turned and went down the stairs, took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, opened it, and sat on the sofa.
"Okay, let's talk."
He Wu looked at him coldly and sat down on a chair beside him.
"Tell me honestly, did anything happen to you when you were in China?"
Tong Zhongyuan put down the beer, covered his face with his hands and fell back on the sofa, looking at the ceiling and exhaling the foul air in his lungs in depression.
"No. No matter how many times you want me to tell you, it's okay."
"Okay, since you said that. Then I don't need to tell you what I did." He Wu picked up a newspaper and started reading.
Tong Zhongyuan still looked up at the ceiling, and asked in the direction she wanted, but his heart was not in agreement.
"What did you do?"
He Wu looked at the newspaper without raising his head.
"You don't need to tell you that I called Qin Yizhang."
The air froze. One second, two seconds, the air fluctuated, and Tong Zhongyuan slowly sat up from the sofa, looking straight at He Wu.
"What did you say? Who did you call? When did it happen?"
He Wu was still reading the newspaper: "This is my business, no need to tell you."
Tong Zhongyuan stood up, and the next second, the newspaper in He Wu's hand disappeared. She looked calmly at her empty hands and raised her head. Tong Zhongyuan threw the newspaper aside and sat down as close to her as possible, leaning forward.
"Why did you call her?"
He Wu stared at him, anxious, impatient, with a flame burning in her eyes. Alas, she should have noticed it earlier. It turned out that this boy was heartbroken.
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