Chapter 100 Zhizhi, You Are Not Fair
Their eyes met, and the distance was so close that their breath could hit each other's face.
Sang Zhixia looked at the face that was magnified in her eyes, and slowly backed away while supporting herself on the bed with one hand.
After barely keeping some distance, she blinked with mixed emotions: "Forget it, I decided not to appreciate your sloppy side."
It's natural for people to be a little curious.
But there is no need to pay any price for that little curiosity.
That's not worth it.
Xu Yu seemed to feel quite sorry for her sudden abandonment. He uttered a narrow sigh and said, "Zhizhi, if you miss this opportunity, you'll never see it again. Do you really not want to see it again?"
Sang Zhixia was so angry that she grabbed a pillow and threw it at him: "What's so good about these two dirty clothes you hid?"
"Do you think I'm Xu Mingyang and so easy to fool?"
Xu Yu coughed to suppress his laughter and stopped fooling around. Sang Zhixia shifted her attention to the small box in her hand.
"What on earth is this pretending to be?"
"Just open it and take a look, won't you know?"
"Tsk, it's quite mysterious."
Many guesses flashed through Sang Zhixia's mind, but after opening the box and seeing what was inside, he felt as if his heart was hit hard by something invisible.
She took a deep breath repeatedly and even rubbed her eyes: "Where did you get this?!"
Xu Yu was amused by the disbelief in her words. He fell back as if exhausted and lay flat on her legs. He closed his eyes and said lazily, "Bai Ziyu sent it from Kyoto."
"Isn't your brother studying at the Bai family now? Your mother's letters and his study progress can be delivered through the Bai family's channels, which is much faster than them going to the courier themselves."
More importantly, it is absolutely hidden and safe and will not be easily discovered.
Aunt Xie lived deep in the inner courtyard, and her life in the Sang family was even less respectable than that of a favored servant. It was very difficult for her to go out, and it was even more difficult for her to ask someone to send something to Sang Zhixia.
Aunt Xie fell ill before because she was punished for secretly delivering something, but Xu Yu didn't want her to know that.
He simply said slowly, "Although Bai Ziyu is useless, he still has some connections. From now on, every two months, someone from the Bai family will pass by here and can help you and your mother communicate."
"Zhizhi, you don't have to worry about them so much."
The box contained a handwritten letter from Aunt Xie, and even contained a large calligraphy piece copied by her brother himself.
The five-year-old child had just started learning to write, and the handwriting between the horizontal and vertical strokes was still very crude, but it was obvious that he had used great patience and wrote every stroke very carefully.
The letters from Aunt Xie were filled with comforting good news.
There is no mention of worry in every word or sentence, but worry can be seen between the strokes.
Sang Zhixia read it once, then read it a second time, and when she read it word for word for the third time, she finally aroused Xu Yu's dissatisfaction.
He reached out and pushed aside the letter that was blocking Sang Zhixia's eyes. His slightly narrowed eyes contained a fragmented light: "Zhizhi, did I do a good job on this? Aren't you going to praise me?"
Sang Zhixia suppressed the sobs rising in her throat, lowered her eyes to avoid Xu Yu's gaze, and said in a cold and stern tone, "Didn't you only send one letter to the Bai family? Did you think of all this at the time?"
"If you don't say more at once, wouldn't that be unfair to the five taels of silver I spent on communicating with Bai Ziyu?"
The arrogant young man who waved money around in the gambling house disappeared, and turned into a stingy miser. He was so heartbroken when he thought about the five taels of silver he spent that he pouted.
"It's just that the journey is too long. It takes at least two months to get a message back and forth, and at most three months. It's better than nothing."
"but……"
He changed the subject and said, not giving up, "Are you really not going to praise me?"
"Zhizhi, Xu Mingxu only plucked two leaves to feed the chickens, and you praised him for a quarter of an hour. Xu Mingyang carried two pieces of firewood, and you praised him for almost half an hour. I..."
"So do you think you're the three-year-old Xu Mingxu or the eight-year-old Xu Mingyang?"
Sang Zhixia pushed back his face as he tilted his neck closer, and said with a smile, "You're already twenty."
"Xu Yu, at twenty you're already an adult."
As a grown-up, how dare you compare yourself with two minors?
Xu Yu didn't feel embarrassed.
He confidently grasped Sang Zhixia's little finger, his expression inexplicably melancholic: "I know I'm old, my looks have faded, and I can't compare to the freshness and loveliness of those younger ones. I think too highly of myself and my mind is not clear."
"Hey, it's because I'm not as favored as them. I'm asking for trouble."
At first glance, these words seem to be just a sigh of emotion, but upon closer inspection, one finds that there is a sour taste between the lines, and it is very pungent no matter where it is picked out.
The thousand-year-old Biluochun has become a spirit!
Several black lines slid down Sang Zhixia's forehead, and she felt very speechless.
She suppressed the twitching of her lips and looked down, meeting Xu Yu's clear and innocent eyes. She said inexplicably, "How can you have the nerve to say such things?"
Is it really appropriate to use the phrase "色衰爱失" here?
Xu Yu blinked: "What's wrong with what I said?"
"I'm just not as favored as them, otherwise why do you only praise them?"
"you……"
"Why don't you praise me?"
Xu Yu forced a few hums from his throat, ignoring his own tall and strong body, and twisted his waist to arch into Sang Zhixia's open arms.
"Zhizhi, this is unfair."
After saying that, he grabbed Sang Zhixia's dodging waist with one hand, lowered his head and continued to humbly say: "What's wrong with praising me?"
"If you're really too embarrassed to brag, you can just give me a kiss. I'm such an easy person to fool, I'm not picky anyway!"
Sang Zhixia was pushed against the wall by his pig-headed movements and almost choked with laughter.
She frantically pried open Xu Yu's restless head, holding back tears of laughter and taking a deep breath: "Okay, okay, I give up!"
"I really give up!"
Xu Yu's eyes curved with a smile after his success. He looked up at her from between the messy bedding: "So, are you ready to kiss me?"
"Can I choose where to kiss? Actually, I think..."
"I think you're overthinking it."
Sang Zhixia took decisive action before his thoughts could wander to something more dangerous. She covered Xu Yu's mouth and said through gritted teeth, "I know you're great, but if you could control yourself and not go crazy, you'd be even better."
After being sick for two days, he became energetic again after today's commotion.
Sang Zhixia suddenly felt that Xu Yu was more adorable when he was sick and not acting weird.
If all else fails, changing to the previous look would also be great!
She thought about it and felt very regretful. She looked at Xu Yu with a look of melancholy and said, "Can't you continue to pretend to be a gentleman?"
She is having a hard time dealing with your chatterbox and rogue nature that's gradually revealed.
Xu Yu didn't feel guilty but rather proud: "I won't pretend anymore. What's the point of pretending when I'm with my wife behind closed doors?"
"But then again, I saw Xu Mingxu kiss you the other day, and he kissed you on the left cheek. You can't let him do that to you again, or I will..."
"Is there something wrong with you?"
Sang Zhixia couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Xu Mingxu is only three years old!"
"He was just being intimate with me for fun, why are you..."
"Wouldn't a three-year-old also grow to be twenty?"
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