Zhang Moyan pointed the light of her mobile phone downwards, narrowing the range of the light, and walked quietly towards the Luohan bed not far from Xiao Xingyu's bed.
Xiao Xingyu reached out and turned on the reading lamp on the bedside.
The lights suddenly came on, Zhang Moyan was startled and turned around immediately.
"Did I disturb you?"
Xiao Xingyu retracted his hand: "Not yet, what are you doing?"
"..." As the saying goes, one can understand a person's intention by hearing the music. When Zhang Moyan left just now, Xiao Xingyu asked what he meant, one moment asking for water, the next asking what he meant by going to the bathroom. How could she not know what he meant? Someone with such a serious injury probably wouldn't be able to sleep at night, or even if they could sleep, they'd want someone to accompany them... She hadn't agreed to his request just now, but she had been feeling uneasy since she left, so she came back.
"I'll sleep here, so it's easier to take care of him." Zhang Moyan said vaguely. Now that she knew Xiao Xingyu was awake, she decided to act more aggressively.
She placed the pillow and thin blanket on the bed and moved the small tea table in the middle of the bed onto the table. The bed was originally covered with cushions, and after removing the small tea table, it could be used as a bed for one person.
"Do you want to sleep on the bed?" Xiao Xingyu asked.
Zhang Moyan was stunned for a moment: "No, no, it's very spacious here, it's quite nice to sleep here."
Xiao Xingyu knew from her expression that his suggestion was too abrupt and difficult to accept, so he did not insist.
Zhang Moyan placed the pillow on the side closest to Xiao Xingyu, spread out the thin blanket, and then crawled in: "Teacher Xiao, turn off the lights and get some rest!"
A warm current surged in Xiao Xingyu's chest, and even the lights slowly went out.
The room was plunged into darkness, but after a moment's adjustment, he could make out the outlines of the furnishings in the moonlight streaming through the window, as well as the woman lying flat on the bed. The room was completely silent, and in the silver light, her eyelashes trembled, like a feather gently scratching his heart.
"You can't sleep?" Xiao Xingyu couldn't help but ask.
Zhang Moyan was slightly surprised and tilted her head towards him: "Yeah, did I disturb you?"
Xiao Xingyu smiled: "How did you disturb me when you didn't make any sound? I was worried about whether you were breathing."
"Oh, that's good."
Two hot-blooded single men and women were in the same room late at night, and neither of them could sleep. Soon the atmosphere in the air became a little different.
Unfortunately, Xiao Xingyu was unable to do so even if he wanted to, so he could only ask some serious questions: "What are you thinking about that can't sleep?"
Zhang Moyan was silent for a moment, as if pondering something. Then he said, "I'm wondering why your family has a rule that punishes anyone who looks at that stele. There are only a dozen or so names of our ancestors on that stele. To me, they were all honorable figures, not something to be ashamed of. So what's the big deal if our descendants look at it?"
Xiao Xingyu could tell Zhang Moyan was still speaking up for him, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. In the darkness, he was silent for a long time before he said quietly, "You think it doesn't matter because you're not part of this."
"oh?"
"Yes," Xiao Xingyu nodded. "The ancestor who established this family rule has his name on the Tongzhen Monument... He established this rule out of his own personal experience. For the people on the monument, the older they get, the more anxious they become, and the more regrets they feel at the end of their lives. For those who come after them, they are not considered successful, and they do not help to stimulate their potential. On the contrary, they will make future generations afraid to become one of them, and thus be discouraged from studying Tianqing glazed porcelain. He himself did not want to be seen by future generations, and by extension, the people on the monument do not want to be seen. Unless our Xiao family can crack the craft of Tianqing glazed porcelain, otherwise, those names will be unbearable to look back on."
Listening to Xiao Xingyu's story, Zhang Moyan gradually began to empathize with the Xiao family's ancestors. "That's why you said that only when there is a name at the top of the monument can all the names on that monument usher in a glorious moment."
"Yes, only the Xiao family can understand this feeling," Xiao Xingyu sighed almost inaudibly and said slowly, "Thinking of the past, the prosperity and competition, I sigh outside the door and the building, the continuous sorrow and hatred. The ages have stood high and looked at this, lamenting the honor and disgrace."
Zhang Moyan was very surprised that Xiao Xingyu would recite such a sentence. It was very different from the impression he usually gave people. She sat up and even wanted to take a look at his appearance in such dim light.
Xiao Xingyu noticed her movements and also lay on his side to face her: "What our Xiao family has done for generations is truly foolish and stupid. Therefore, as a member of our Xiao family, we must have this sense of responsibility. Otherwise, a couple will not be able to support each other to the end."
Xiao Xingyu's tone of understanding made people think more. Zhang Moyan took more than ten seconds to react and asked cautiously, "Could it be... that this is why my uncle and aunt broke up?"
Xiao Xingyu didn't answer. After a long while, he said, "So, my future life partner, I hope she can understand me and firmly support me in this career."
Zhang Moyan suddenly had an epiphany, and then thought of Dean Geng. As a descendant of the Gaogu Porcelain School that was on par with the Xiao family, Dean Geng would definitely understand and support Xiao Xingyu's career.
Oh, right, career?
Xiao Xingyu said that the Xiao family's research on celadon porcelain, a very stupid thing, is his career?
Zhang Moyan crawled up onto the pillow, her head sticking out of the Luohan bed. "Teacher Xiao, do you mean to say that you will continue to study celadon porcelain in the future?"
Zhang Moyan's eyes were shining brightly even in the dark night, and her current posture could be described as "looking forward to it".
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