Chapter 35 So there's something called PEG...
What are the Four Loves?
"Love until death"?
Zhu Meng went through all the astronomical, geographical, physical, and chemical knowledge he had acquired in his life, but still couldn't find any knowledge related to this word.
This thing was like a large meteorite that suddenly emerged from the earth's crust. It was completely different from the meteorites he had learned about that fell from the sky. The shape was somewhat similar, but the spirit inside was completely different.
"...What?" Zhu Meng thought he hadn't heard the two words clearly and therefore hadn't understood Jiang Shan's meaning, so he asked again, unwilling to give up.
"Four of one, two, three, four, love of love."
Jiang Shan yawned lazily, as if he was just lying there doing nothing, feeling a little sleepy.
Zhu Meng racked his brains.
He didn't want to admit his limited knowledge in front of the girl he loved.
But after brainstorming for almost five minutes, he still couldn't explain this novel word.
What exactly is this thing? What aspect of love is it related to? But... does love even have a number system? He had only memorized "What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for it?"
That's really strange; he knew nothing about it.
"...I don't know." Zhu Meng ultimately chose to be honest and not pretend to be something he wasn't.
The land remained silent.
Zhu Meng waited for more than a minute but didn't hear Jiang Shan's voice. He thought Jiang Shan was angry and didn't want to talk to him, so he racked his brains for a while and added a few more words.
"I was wrong. I shouldn't have taken so long to answer you. Can you forgive me?"
Jiangshan is still unresponsive.
Zhu Meng's heart clenched and throbbed, as if gripped by an invisible hand, being squeezed and kneaded haphazardly.
Even if Jiangshan doesn't forgive him, he should at least say something to him.
Her silence truly frightened him.
Zhu Meng took ten deep breaths, finally mustering the courage to slowly turn her head, wanting to see what kind of fierce, wolves-like eyes Jiang Shan was staring at her with.
But her eyes were tightly closed, and her long, thin eyelashes under her black-rimmed glasses trembled slightly with her breathing.
Ah, she's not speaking; she's asleep.
Zhu Meng felt as if he were falling freely from a great height without a safety rope. His mind went blank for a moment, and he only slowly came to his senses after his entire back was pressed against the sturdy wooden headboard.
Jiang Shan has poor sleep quality, but her physical condition is even worse, and she needs sleep to allow her body to repair itself.
It's certainly a good thing that she can sleep.
But isn't it a bit unfair of her to suddenly stop talking at such a crucial moment?
She hasn't told him yet what the "Four Loves" are.
Forget it, there's no need to trouble Jiangshan. Let him search for it himself.
Zhu Mengxian opened the Little Green Book and typed in "Four Loves".
You won't believe it until you search it up, and what you find will shock you.
His eyes widened in astonishment as he looked at the four types of intimate relationships online.
It turns out that times change so quickly. He had only just learned about the existence of the homosexual community when three new ways of lovers have suddenly appeared.
The first type is the one he's known the longest, and it's the most common way men and women date: the man comes first, and the woman comes second.
The second type is male homosexuality, the third type is female homosexuality, and the fourth type...
Zhu Meng frowned slightly.
Is the girl in the top position?
But what about girls...?
Isn't the physiological structure clearly defined?
As Zhu Meng continued scrolling down, looking at the other replies, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Oh, so the meaning of the "Four Loves" is that the woman is strong and the man is weak. The woman is in a stronger position and can "take care of" and "care for" the man, while the man is in a weaker position and can "be taken care of" and "be cared for".
(The male protagonist's understanding of the Four Loves is still very shallow here. He thinks that the Four Loves are simply a case of the woman being stronger than the man. The male protagonist will understand later. This viewpoint in this part does not represent the author's viewpoint. The author does not accept the term "spiritual gibberish".)
Well... he can accept it, right?
After all, Jiang Shan is a powerful person; one mountain cannot hold two tigers, even if one is female and the other male.
When two pieces of steel collide, they will only both suffer damage.
If Jiang Shan is unwilling to bow his head, then he will.
It doesn't seem right to trouble Jiang Shan with a girl who is ten years younger than him taking care of him.
If Ms. Zhu finds out, she'll definitely grab him by the ear and yell at him to death.
...Oh well, I guess I'll just consider it being a kept man.
Just as Zhu Meng thought he had figured it out and was about to exit the little green book, he suddenly remembered the indescribable object in Jiang Shan's house.
Wait a minute, could that thing be related to that word?
Zhu Meng didn't know how he typed that taboo word; he just saw the English word and its explanation, and his clever mind suddenly connected all the clues.
There used to be something called PEG.
For the first time, Zhu Meng hated himself for being so smart; even after more than thirty years, his brain could still spin rapidly without any wear and tear.
Why would Jiang Shan ask him this? Why would Jiang Shan have that in his room?
He's figured it all out.
But he refused to believe it.
He must be mistaken, Jiangshan couldn't possibly be...
"Huff!" Zhu Meng's chest heaved violently.
He covered his mouth and nose tightly with both hands, trying to relieve his nausea by blocking out the air.
Jiang Shan has always been very particular about his sleep environment. He can only fall asleep when the surroundings are relatively quiet and when Zhu Meng's shoulder is a good place to rest his head.
Zhu Meng, who was making her a pillow, was trembling. She simply couldn't bring herself to sleep during the "earthquake."
"What's wrong?" She slowly opened her eyes.
Zhu Meng was speechless.
The contents of my stomach felt like they were being propelled by a high-pressure water gun, constantly gushing into my mouth and nose.
He only had time to awkwardly push Jiang Shan away from his arms, and staggered towards the bathroom, wearing only one slipper and leaving the door ajar.
There was a lot of splashing and gurgling as stomach contents splattered onto the sink.
Strangely, despite vomiting so violently, he didn't groan in pain.
Jiangshan has been defeated by countless flaws.
For a moment, she thought she was dreaming.
Zhu Meng has always been in good health, so why would he suddenly vomit like this in the middle of the night for no reason?
She pinched her arm, trying to wake herself from this strange dream, but the scene before her eyes remained unchanged; the dim bedside lamp was still there, and Zhu Meng's suppressed vomiting was still there.
Huh? This is actually true.
If this were in a TV series, the next scene would probably be Zhu Meng being discovered to be pregnant, right?
Unfortunately, he's a man, so that's not a possibility.
Zhu Meng ran so fast that she accidentally left her phone on the bedside table. Jiang Shan glanced at the gradually darkening phone screen and hesitated whether to pry into Zhu Meng's life.
Zhu Meng's sudden strong reaction suggests he may have seen something he shouldn't have.
Jiang Shan hesitated for a second or two, then gritted her teeth and tried to look at the dim phone screen. But just as her eyes touched the text on the screen and before they could fully focus, the phone went completely dark.
Never mind, I'd better go check on Zhu Meng first.
Vomiting too much can cause dehydration, which can be fatal.
Jiang Shan, holding onto the bedside table, slowly got out of bed after a while, recovering from the drowsiness of getting up. She put on a pair of white cotton slippers that were clearly her size, which were placed at the foot of the bed.
"Is your stomach upset?"
Jiang Shan knocked twice on the bathroom door, which was only slightly ajar, and it creaked open as if to open further.
"Don't come in!"
Zhu Meng's usually steady voice changed tone.
But the next second, he regained his usual composure: "Go back to bed and rest, don't worry about me, I... need to calm down by myself."
country:"……?"
Although she was puzzled, she still finished saying what she was about to say: "I've brought you the other slipper. If it's inconvenient for you to come out, I'll leave the slipper at the door for you."
As she squatted down to put down her slippers, a hand suddenly emerged from the half-open toilet door, grabbed the slippers, and slammed the toilet door shut with a "click."
Jiang Shan's blood and qi are severely deficient; his vision goes black whenever he squats down and stands up again.
She saw Zhu Mengshua's smooth movements and tried to push against the toilet door to ask him what was going on, but her body reacted too slowly. She only caught a whiff of the wind that came with the closing door.
Oh, the wind is cool, just like her heart.
She had a kind heart and even picked up the slipper that Zhu Meng had left behind, and yet Zhu Meng treated her like this.
Looking at the tightly closed frosted glass door, Jiang Shan leaned against the wall and slowly got up, inwardly feeling quite pleased with himself.
"I want to be alone"? Is that Zhu Meng's reason for locking himself in the toilet?
Is he out of his mind from vomiting? Does he not know what time it is or where he is? He's in the toilet right now! A place that holds all kinds of filth, how smelly must it be!
Even if he insists on isolating himself from the world, shouldn't he at least find a place to confine himself?
A faint sound of retching came from nearby. Jiang Shan turned his head away and silently left.
Forget it, although Zhu Meng is a very high-class person, he is still a human being who eats grains and gets sick. Perhaps a toilet that can accommodate all rivers is more suitable for him now.
Jiang Shan buried his head in the blankets, his heart feeling compressed and a dull ache.
Despite the soreness in her limbs, she managed to flip herself over like a pancake, changing to a right-side sleeping position that wouldn't put pressure on her heart. She drifted off to sleep and slept until noon.
I didn't have a single dream, and I feel refreshed.
Even after opening my eyes, I still habitually feel dizzy for a while.
But this period was shorter than before.
Zhu Meng has vanished without a trace, leaving the toilet door wide open and the toilet tightly shut.
Huh? Where did he go?
My phone buzzed; it was a message from Zhao Yi.
"Jiangshan, your holiday ends today. Remember to be at work on time tomorrow morning."
Upon seeing the word "go back to work," Jiang Shan's first reaction, for some reason, wasn't to lament that the holiday had slipped away like a cunning rice noodle, but rather to breathe a sigh of relief.
She didn't know if it was just her imagination, but although she managed to visit Disneyland, which she had longed for since childhood, she felt that this holiday was more tiring than going to work because she was stuck in the quagmire of her home.
"Okay, received."
She had just sent the message when a message suddenly popped up. It moved so fast that Jiang Shan didn't see the profile picture frame clearly.
I clicked on it and found out it was Jiang Hai.
"Sister, I miss you so much! I miss you so much! I miss you so much! I miss you so much!"
Jiang Shan's lips unconsciously curled upwards.
Children are like that; they like to emphasize their ideas by repeating a sentence.
She responded to the little girl's strong affection with practiced ease: "Yes, Xiao Hai, I miss you too."
Almost at the same second she sent the message, Jiang Hai's next message arrived.
"Are you coming back for National Day, sister?"
Jiang Shan was typing for a while when he suddenly stopped.
Wait a minute, why does this topic seem so familiar?
Ms. Chen Yuan, whom she deleted and blocked, seems to have asked her the same question just last night, right?
Jiang Shan frowned and pressed the delete key repeatedly.
Doubt, like a seedling given fertile soil and enough water, takes root and sprouts in the heart, enveloping the entire nation in no time.
Was the person who messaged her really Jiang Hai?
She was hesitating whether to ask directly or look for clues in the messages sent by the other party when they sent another one.
It's a voice message: "Sister, sister, why haven't you said anything for so long? You used to reply to me instantly! Waaah, sister, you don't love me anymore!"
It was indeed Jiang Hai's voice.
Jiang Shan silently opened the input box.
"It's not that I don't love you; I was just thinking about something."
After typing this, she turned off her phone screen and pressed the cool phone cover against her slightly feverish forehead.
Hmm... maybe she's overthinking it?
Why has she become so worried lately?
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Author's note: Finished one exam today, now reviewing for the second one [droopy-eared rabbit head]
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