Chapter 55: Vast and Exciting
Ye Mu shook his head, and Song Yanzhou felt more relieved. He carried the lunch box into the house and put it on the table.
Then he went to the room to check the fan. Although Ye Mu had placed it exactly according to his memory and there was indeed no flaw, this room belonged to Song Yanzhou after all, so he still noticed something was wrong.
He looked at the fan and asked Ye Mu uncertainly:
"Ye Mu, did you turn on the fan? Are you blowing air secretly?"
His tone was a little cold, probably because he was angry that Ye Mu was disobedient.
Ye Mu opened the lunch box and shook his head: "No air-drying."
The fan did move, but she hadn't tried it yet to see how well it worked.
Song Yanzhou looked at her for a moment, making sure she wasn't lying, then glanced at the fan, nodded and left:
"You can only use the fan when you are fully recovered. You even speak with a nasal tone. Is your nose blocked?"
"Yeah." Ye Mu nodded.
Song Yanzhou said, "Don't take a shower tonight. Just wipe your body, take some medicine and go to sleep. Cover yourself with a blanket. Got it?"
He suddenly felt that these words were familiar, remembering that his mother had told him the same thing when he fell ill accidentally as a child.
Song Yanzhou: ...
For some unknown reason, she became like Ye Mu's nanny.
Ye Mu's illness this time really broke his heart.
Seeing her having a fever, he felt uncomfortable too, but fortunately he got better.
Ye Mu said: "Okay."
After the two finished their meal, Song Yanzhou prepared water for Ye Mu and asked Ye Mu to wipe his body by himself. When he was about to sweep the floor, he found that it seemed that the floor did not need to be swept today?
In fact, there is not much dirt on the ground, but cement floors are prone to dust accumulation, so it is better to sweep them more often to make them look clean.
But today the floor looks very clean, as if it had just been swept.
Seeing this, Song Yanzhou did not sweep the floor, but went to collect the clothes, preparing to take a shower after Ye Mu came out.
After Ye Mu came out after wiping her body, Song Yanzhou told her to take medicine, then lit mosquito coils in her room, watched her lie down and turned off the lights.
Song Yanzhou tried to keep his voice down as much as possible while showering, his hands and feet were a little restrained. Then he closed the door, rubbed the clothes he and Ye Mu had taken off, and hung them up. When he returned to his room, he quietly opened Ye Mu's room and took a look. Her breathing was very light, but Song Yanzhou could hear her steady breathing if he listened carefully. She was obviously asleep.
He closed the door with confidence, fearing that Ye Mu would secretly get up and play again.
At this time, it is also the time for Zhao Nianxi to urge the two children at home to go to bed.
Since coming back tonight, these two kids have had downcast faces and I don’t know what happened.
Look at them drawing on the paper, and in the end they draw something that looks weird.
Sun Furong looked at his brother angrily:
"Brother, if you hadn't asked me to copy it first, it wouldn't have disappeared!"
"I can't draw it. I can't remember it."
Sun Fusheng also had a bitter face. He really couldn't bear it anymore, so he ran out with his torn notebook and ran directly into Zhao Nianxi and Sun Jiandong's room:
"Dad, my brother and I went to the art troupe to help clean up today."
Sun Jiandong nodded and said, "That's great. The art troupe will be performing in the next day. We're busy these two days. Comrade Wu usually teaches you little brats. You can go."
Sun Fusheng wiped his tears, looking at Sun Jiandong in shock, and said:
"If you don't want to go, then don't go. Why are you crying? You little man sheds blood, not tears!"
Sun Fusheng said aggrievedly, "No way! My notebook was torn up, and the fighter plane that Sister Ye drew for us is gone! I will never help out in the art troupe again!"
After saying that, Sun Fusheng threw the notebook with a torn page in his hand into Sun Jiandong's arms, turned around, ran back to his room and closed the door.
Zhao Nianxi said, "Hurry up and go to sleep. I'm going to check on you guys later! If you two don't sleep later, I'll show you how I'll deal with you."
Sun Jiandong took Sun Fusheng's notebook, looked at it, shook his head and said:
"Why are there still people in the art troupe tearing up their notebooks?"
Then he asked curiously: "Ye Mu also knows how to draw a fighter jet?"
But I guess it's just to appease the children.
Zhao Nianxi took a look and said, "Who knows if it was a comrade from the art troupe who tore it? Let him go out and show off with the book. Maybe some kid secretly tore it when he wasn't paying attention."
Sun Jiandong said: "It's a good thing to like airplanes. When they grow up, let them join the army and fly airplanes. The country is in need of pilots."
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Back in the room, Song Yanzhou sat down at the table and read a book as usual. He thought that it was hot and humid at night and it would not be good to lie down on the bed and sleep after sweating so much right after taking a shower.
So I reached out and turned on the fan to blow for a while.
He turned on the first gear, and a cool breeze blew on his face. Song Yanzhou was stunned and took a look at the gear he had set.
That’s right, first gear.
Why is it similar to the previous third gear?
When he turned to the third gear, the electric fan started to spin violently, and the wind was so strong that it seemed to be real and hit his face.
Song Yanzhou: “…”
For some reason, he thought of Ye Mu first.
Recalling the previous conversation with Ye Mu.
He asked her if she had moved the fan to blow air, and she replied that she had not.
She really didn't pay attention at that time, and Song Yanzhou just thought that she denied all his questions.
Now looking at the fan, he was a little suspicious that Ye Mu was playing word games with him and deliberately avoiding his other question.
Song Yanzhou switched gears back and forth, feeling the cool breeze in varying degrees, and the expression on his face became more and more solemn.
if……
This fan was really made like this by Ye Mu.
Then...what is Ye Mu?
He remembered Xu Rulin’s words, mechanical genius?
All this seems unlikely, but the possibility is extremely high.
He ruled out all other impossibilities, and the remaining one... was obviously the definite answer.
Song Yanzhou raised his hand to support his forehead. Too many things had happened to Ye Mu in the past two days. They exploded one after another like thunder, making it difficult for him to react.
The fact that she has an excellent talent for shooting has not been resolved yet, and now Ye Mu has changed the fan again?
Did she really change it?
If that's true, then Ye Mu is really... amazing.
Song Yanzhou was a little bit unable to believe it, but no matter how unbelievable it all was, the facts were in front of him.
There is no one in the staff building who has the ability to transform the electric fan into something like this.
Song Yanzhou looked for the tools in his room and found that they had indeed been moved.
He bought this tool when he bought an electric fan, thinking that if there was a small problem with the fan, he could fix it himself instead of going to the city, which would be too troublesome.
Each of these things was almost the same as the ones put in before, but it also gave Song Yanzhou an intuition that someone had touched his things.
It was his scout's instinct, just like the electric fan.
He asked Ye Mu, and Ye Mu denied it, so he had to put aside his doubts.
Now he really had to doubt.
There is really no one else except Ye Mu.
Song Yanzhou put away his things and placed them in the cabinet under the desk.
Then he lay down on the bed with the fan on, feeling the wind from the fan. Song Yanzhou lay there for a long time, then got up and turned off the fan.
He lay there for a long time.
Then he pinched his brows, feeling uneasy and his heart was in turmoil. He felt... he would not be able to sleep tonight because of Ye Mu's matter again.
Just ask yourself, who can sleep well after discovering such a genius?
Shock, joy, amazement... countless emotions surged in Song Yanzhou's heart.
Even though he only showed a little shooting talent and just modified a small electric fan, Song Yanzhou felt like he was on top of a mountain with clouds all around.
Amidst the vast mountains and rivers, one can only see the tops of the mountains that look like small hills in the vast sea of clouds. But one should know without anyone telling you how majestic, magnificent and spectacular the scenery is under the sea of clouds.
——Just like Ye Mu’s newly revealed talent and untapped potential.
There are good horse trainers in the world, but it is hard to find a good horse.
And Ye Mu, she was born to be a mountain rather than a stream, she was supposed to be standing on the top of the peaks and overlooking the myriad sounds of life.
Song Yanzhou thought for a long time, with only the silent darkness as his companion. It was not until the second half of the night that he calmed his thoughts and fell asleep.
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