Chapter 60
"Didn't find it?"
Jiang Weichao put away his phone and walked over, sitting down next to Jiang Jiawei. He didn't answer the question directly, but put his arm around his daughter's shoulder, saying casually, "It's okay, it's gone." His tone was as casual as if he had just lost a piece of clothing.
"I'm sorry, Dad."
Jiang Jiawei's lips twitched downwards.
"There's nothing to be sorry about. Everyone loses things sometimes. Dad loses things all the time too."
The person who covered their face buried their head in his shoulder and cried.
"It's okay, silly, what's there to cry about? Don't cry, Daddy will buy you another one in a while, the latest model, okay?"
"Don't cry, don't cry."
Mu Shaoqing opened the door and stood at the door for a while before going in. "Dr. Cheng said that once the fever subsides, there's nothing to worry about."
The person sitting on the edge of the bed kept their head down and didn't say anything.
He hesitated for a few seconds, then moved closer and turned on the bedside table light. He awkwardly put his hand on Zeng Yuan's shoulder and patted her, saying, "Okay, go change your clothes."
"Don't touch me."
Mu Shaoqing awkwardly withdrew his hand, the comforting look in his eyes gradually replaced by exhaustion and impatience. He loosened his tie and casually sat down on the sofa behind him. "Wasn't your reaction a bit too extreme? Doing this will only make him more rebellious. Don't you know that your son's personality is most like yours?"
I disagree with Zeng Yuan's handling of Mu Zhengxi's early romantic relationship.
Upon hearing this, Zeng Yuan looked puzzled and asked, "Am I being excessive? I don't know?"
"Isn't that right?" Mu Shaoqing shrugged, finding her overreacting. He said nonchalantly, "Isn't it normal for a teenager to like a girl? It's just casual fun, do you have to be so serious about it?"
"Just playing around?" Zeng Yuan seemed to have heard a funny joke, tilted her head and sneered, "Mu Shaoqing, do you think everyone is like you!"
Well, here we go again. Mu Shaoqing was unmoved by this sarcastic remark; it was always the first one to appear in his three sentences of conversation.
She gripped the jade pendant tightly, her voice rising with excitement, "I did this because I know him so well!"
Mu Shaoqing was completely unaffected by her emotions and said calmly, "Doing this will only make him do the opposite of what you want."
"And now you're pretending to be a kind and understanding father to me? You're the one who cut off his allowance, and you're the one who had the airline monitor his travels!"
"So if I do nothing and stand idly by, you'll have the right to say I'm irresponsible and don't care about him?"
"Isn't that rare?!"
"Did you listen when I told you not to alert him? His legs are his own, can you break them if he wants to run?! I never knew your son could be like this, teaching elementary school kids to play soccer to earn money for plane tickets!"
Zeng Yuan immediately retorted, "Yes, that's because of your good upbringing! You spend all your energy on women!"
Mu Shaoqing was too lazy to argue about these off-topic, tired issues. He presented the facts with a disdainful attitude, listing them off: "From childhood to adulthood, I've never seen him stick to anything. He's always only enthusiastic for a short time. Today he likes playing badminton, tomorrow tennis, and the day after that photography." After thinking for a moment, he added objectively, "Oh, the only things he's been able to maintain for a little longer are painting and playing soccer. Now he doesn't even paint anymore, does he?"
Teenagers are curious about many things on a whim, and dating is no exception. They'll get tired of one relationship and move on to the next. As long as they don't go too far, there's no need to make a big fuss about it.
"Alright." Mu Shaoqing waved his hand and stood up irritably. "He'll forget about it once he goes abroad next year."
"You taught him to play badminton."
A voice came from behind.
Zeng Yuan said, "Tennis is what my brother likes, the camera is the birthday gift you gave him, and..." When she met Mu Shaoqing's gaze as he turned around, tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice trembled slightly, but she still calmly stated, "The reason he doesn't paint is because my mother had an accident on the way to the art studio."
Mu Shaoqing's fingers, which were tucked into his pocket, twitched slightly. His imposing aura deflated like a balloon pricked by a needle, and he remained silent for a long time.
"You don't know my son, so don't judge him."
This sentence has a familiar feel to it.
If I remember correctly, I also got a slap as a bonus.
This time, all I got in return was two words: "Get out."
Mu Shaoqing stood frozen in place for a few seconds before stepping out and closing the door.
Mu Zhengxi, lying on his side on the bed, was fast asleep under the influence of the medication. His sleeping posture was exactly the same as when he was a child. He was curled up in the quilt, with only his eyebrows and eyes showing, and one hand was clenched into a fist next to his face.
Zeng Yuan sat down quietly on the edge of the bed, picked up the ear thermometer, checked his temperature, glanced at it, and then touched his forehead to compare it with her own. His temperature had gone down. She reached out and pulled the blanket covering his mouth and nose, tucking it under his chin.
He warmed the jade pendant in his palm, carefully lifted his sleeping head, put it back on, adjusted the length, and tucked the pendant into his collar.
The person who noticed the movement scratched their neck, turned over, and buried their head in the blanket.
The hand that had been hovering in mid-air finally landed on the soft hair and stroked it twice.
Zeng Yuan thought that after tonight, she would probably no longer be the beautiful mother in Mu Zhengxi's heart, but would only become the devil mother.
Have you heard?
"What did you hear?"
"They saw it on the playground a few days ago. The principal and others were receiving some bosses who I don't know from. They said they wanted to donate three million yuan to our school to rebuild our main building, playground, and oh right, our dilapidated school gate. They also said they would set up a scholarship."
Jiang Jiawei returned from the office and sat down in her seat. Chen Jingyu turned around and said, "Hey, I heard someone donated three million to our school."
Who is it???
"I don't know." Chen Jingyu shrugged. "Why did Sister Fang want to see you?"
"Oh, she told me to tell them to go to the music room for rehearsal after school."
"Sister Fang is amazing, she actually managed to snag a music classroom."
With the choir competition fast approaching, the music classrooms in the experimental building have become highly sought-after, with each class vying for them.
Inside the rehearsal room.
Mu Yashan, Xu Zizhao, and Lu Qirui were discussing the details of the changes they were making to the song they were playing. After Mu Zhengxi left, Lu Qirui took over the keyboard position.
After the arts festival, their bands received a good response and got so into it that they didn't break up. They even took on a few events during the holiday to participate in.
As an unofficial member, Mu Zhengxi found a place to spend the Christmas holiday. He was sitting to the side, making calls to each of them on their phones one by one. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was testing the signal.
Yan Yuheng observed silently.
The bassist returned with water, puzzled, "What's Aaron doing? Why is he still on the phone?"
Yan Yuheng gave an expression indicating that he had no solution either.
Jiang Jiawei wasn't the type to use passive-aggressive tactics, but Mu Zhengxi didn't dare predict what Zeng Yuan had said or done. Every call he made ended up with her phone switched off, and no one answered the landline at home. By this time, Jiang Jiawei had already finished school and was home eating dinner. He had only saved Jiang Weichao's number but hadn't called it. He vaguely remembered the first few digits of the number, and even after trying to figure out the mathematical combinations, he couldn't find the correct answer even after three days and three nights.
Mu Zhengxi slumped against the wall in frustration and dejection.
Yan Yuheng handed him the water bottle with the cap unscrewed, sat down beside him on the ground, and asked the pointed question, "Why did the driver bring you here today?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Mu Zhengxi glanced at him sideways, took the water, and gulped down a large mouthful.
Yan Yuheng was silent for a moment, then asked, "Do you need any help?"
Mu Zhengxi looked at him quietly for a while, then asked in a lame way, "Can you help me change my family background?"
Yan Yuheng didn't say anything more.
The keyboard clicked, and a string in his mind was plucked. Zhang Chao, that's right, there's another Zhang Chao! Mu Zhengxi's eyes widened, and he instantly became alert, patting Yan Yuheng's shoulder repeatedly and suddenly propping himself up. "Zhang Chao! There's another Zhang Chao!!"
Yan Yuheng looked up at him, and the commotion was so loud that the remaining people also turned their gazes toward him, their faces full of confusion, looking at Mu Zhengxi, who was excitedly holding his phone, as if he were a mental patient.
Mu Yashan: "Have you lost your mind?"
Xu Zizhao looked at Yan Yuheng, "What did you do to him?"
Xu Zizhao was somewhat surprised that Yan Yuheng didn't speak up and join in the teasing. The person who returned to the drum set simply changed the subject and asked, "Have you decided on the arrangement? How should this part be arranged?"
"I'm not particularly hungry."
"Then ask your sister."
"My sister's back? So early today??"
"yes."
Jiang Jiayi walked upstairs after finishing evening self-study.
"sister……"
The sound faded sharply at the end of the note.
Jiang Jiawei stared blankly at the glass fish tank.
The newly bought fish tank is as big as a TV. The fry have grown into small fish, huddled together in clumps, and none of them have been given away.
Even a light tap on the glass would startle them, causing them to scatter and flutter their tails, splashing water droplets.
Jiang Jiawei smiled.
Jiang Jiayi's expression changed slightly, and she went downstairs.
Jiang Jiawei heard the sound of footsteps going upstairs, and sure enough, it was Jiang Jiayi who had returned.
The other person was quite surprised to see her and asked, "Sister, why are you back so early today?"
"We didn't have the third period tonight because the teacher had something to do."
Jiang Jiayi walked over and sat down next to her, taking some fish food from her hand and sprinkling some into the fish tank. "It looks a bit fatter now," she said, pouting as if teasing a dog, "pig fish."
"What?"
"A fish that looks like a pig."
"What nonsense are you talking about? How adorable."
Jiang Jiawei leaned on the table, looking down at the fish whose mouth was open and closed.
Jiang Jiayi looked at him with a disgusted expression and shook her head, "He's so fat, I can't afford to feed him." Then she casually tossed her backpack onto the sofa and said, "I'm going to take a shower."
"Where is the fat?" Jiang Jiawei muttered under her breath, then called out, "Hey, get me a hairdryer."
"Here you go." Jiang Jiayi handed over the hairdryer from the bathroom.
The sound of running water came from the closed bathroom door.
Jiang Jiawei walked over to the sofa, and after a while, as if making up her mind, she picked up the phone again and dialed the numbers she knew by heart.
"Hello, the number you dialed is not in service."
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