Chapter 105
One day, Wang Jiazhi said to him, "There are two books I don't read, so I'm going to ask Mom to return them to you. They're very good."
Wang Jiazhi saw him looking at him with a complicated expression and asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He turned his head and seemed to sigh in his heart.
Old Yi wondered if this little girl was truly foolish or just pretending. Was she truly not afraid at all? Or was she just too cunning to let anyone see her panic. It was impossible.
Those two books were required reading for the training there. Kuang Yumin and his colleagues, including Meng Shunying, all went through the training, albeit a simple one, but they also read those two books. Wang Jiazhi was pressed for time, so Old Wu and his team only taught her the basics. Of course, she didn't have time to read those two books. She hadn't even opened one of them, and she had no idea who wrote it.
He lay in her arms and she gently stroked his hair with her hands.
He suddenly took her hand away, put on his clothes and was about to leave.
Wang Jiazhi didn't dare say anything. She wondered, "What's wrong with me again?"
In the past, he really liked her touching his hair like this, it made him feel at ease, just like when he stroked her hair and back.
The car was driving on the tree-lined road. It was already late at night and the road was very dark.
He didn't speak, and she was quiet too.
Wang Jiazhi heard a meowing sound, and the light from the car lights shone on a kitten lying on the side of the road, which seemed to be injured.
She held the window with both hands and looked back, having already driven quite a distance. She tugged at his arm.
He asked the car to drive back, and Lao Yao got out to pick up the kitten and gave it to her.
It was a tiny little kitten, a white tabby with black stripes. Both of its legs were injured, and it was meowing in the car.
She put it on her lap and looked at him, afraid that he would find it annoying.
She stared at the kitten in a daze, and thought of the one she had buried under the tree.
After a while, he said, "If you want to raise it, then raise it."
She said helplessly: "You can't just keep a cat in someone else's house."
Old Yi sighed helplessly.
Wang Jiazhi thought to herself, "Mrs. Yi doesn't like pets in the house." And if the kitten was injured, it would surely cry out in pain, just like Xiaolan did. Even though they didn't live on the same floor, it wouldn't be good if anyone found out.
Living in someone else's house, sleeping with someone else's husband, and even keeping a cat in someone else's house. You can't be so shameless.
When getting off the bus, Lao Yi saw her carefully put the kitten into her coat pocket.
It was funny to think about the little guy sneaking around and carefully taking the cat back to the room. I wish I could see that.
Although they both had to go back, they couldn't go in at the same time. She went back first and the car went in after a while.
Old Yi entered the study and saw the two books she had returned on the table.
He took out an old notebook from the drawer, opened it to the first page and read: Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, carry on the lost knowledge of the sages, and bring peace to the world for all generations.
The ink had faded; twenty years had passed.
The man who was determined to bring peace to the world twenty years ago is not old now, he is dead.
What remains are his relics, and the one sitting before him is his ghost after his death, but the ghost has become a fierce ghost.
There was only a desk lamp on the table that was lit in the room. His eyes were bright under the light, but it was not the brilliance of his gaze that was shining, but the tears in his eyes.
How could I have imagined at that time that I would be like this, that one day I would be so afraid of death.
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