Zhang Hongmei looked at the bed again and felt that she would definitely not sleep well at night. It was too monotonous. Not only that, but the most important thing was that it was a bare board bed.
"Brother Zhang, aren't you tired from sleeping?"
"Hehe. I'm used to it. I'll put two quilts on top of you right away, and then two mattresses on top of that. That should make things much better. You won't be uncomfortable lying down like that."
I'll have someone get you a foreign Simmons mattress tomorrow; they're so soft. I've changed mine too, so I'll have to get used to it gradually. We can't have disagreements about whether the mattress is hard or soft when we live together, right?
If you can't bear to see Zhang Hongmei suffer, then you'll have to adapt to her lifestyle. (You're thinking too far ahead.)
"Okay, I really can't get used to it."
"Hehe, I'm used to it. This is how I've lived since I was a child."
After Zhang Shouyi finished speaking, he took out two photo albums from under the bookshelf and handed them to Zhang Hongmei.
"Go sit on the chair and I'll make your bed."
"Let's go together, it'll be faster that way."
Zhang Shouyi asked Xiao Li to bring up two quilts, which were then laid on the bed and covered with sheets. This made sitting on the bed much more comfortable.
Zhang Hongmei sat cross-legged on the bed, holding two photo albums, and started looking at the one that looked a bit old.
Turning to the first picture, it's a photo of Zhang Xingguo when he was young. "Uncle Zhang was so handsome when he was young. Wow, he looks so young in this photo."
Zhang Shouyi glanced at it and realized it was a photo of his father when he first joined the army.
"My dad was only fifteen years old at the time, so of course he seemed quite immature."
This entire page is filled with photos of Zhang Xingguo when he was young; he's a true heartthrob.
Turning it over, there was a picture of a woman on the other side. Zhang Hongmei glanced at Zhang Shouyi.
"This is a picture of my mother."
"Auntie is really beautiful. Of course, without two strong and excellent genes, how could you be so handsome?"
Am I handsome too?
"Of course, you're the most handsome man I've ever seen."
"Liu Jingze and Shan Mianzhi are not bad either?"
"They're alright. But they can't compare to you in terms of temperament. They both seem too immature."
Zhang Shouyi felt a little relieved; in Zhang Hongmei's eyes, they were no match for her.
Zhang Hongmei's attention was fixed on the photo album, oblivious to Zhang Shouyi's smug expression. She inwardly marveled at how naturally beautiful and elegant she was; even in the photos, her quiet grace was evident.
The third page features a photo of the couple; they are such a perfect match. They truly are a handsome man and a beautiful woman.
"The photos of the two of them together look loving and heartwarming."
"Yes. My dad often reminisces about my mom. They had a very close relationship. It's a pity my mom passed away so young." Zhang Shouyi squinted, thinking that anyone who hurt his family would suffer, especially his mother. Although his younger sister was gone, their suffering was only temporary, especially since his sister left this world without even experiencing it. But those who hurt them would have to pay for it for a lifetime.
No matter who it is, no one should hurt the people they care about. Even if it takes a lifetime, they should make the other person pay double.
Zhang Hongmei sensed Zhang Shouyi's hostility and shrugged.
Zhang Shouyi also came to his senses. "Hehehe, it's nothing, I was just thinking about bad things."
Zhang Hongmei gave an awkward twitch of her lips; the Great Demon King had been terrifying just now. Page four contained photos of Zhang Shouyi as a child.
Although Zhang Xingguo and his wife didn't have the same perverse tastes as their elder brother and sister-in-law from their previous life, taking many nude photos of their nephew, they still managed to take quite a few funny pictures.
Zhang Shouyi looked helplessly at the little girl's snickering and trembling shoulders.
"Brother Zhang, you were so cute when you were little. How could you be so beautiful? Look at this photo of you in a dress, you're even more delicate than a little girl. I think you'll be especially beautiful when you get married and have a daughter."
"Hehe, as long as you like it."
Zhang Hongmei continued flipping through the pages, which documented Zhang Shouyi's growth. It seemed there were photos taken every year. Looking at the sweetly smiling little child, it was truly hard to connect him with people today.
Especially in the family photos, the three of them are all smiling so sweetly. Most of the photos are of the woman. A gentle mother, a cute and beautiful child—you can't help but feel happy looking at them.
However, the series suddenly abruptly stops. The next photo should be of him starting school. Looking at the expressionless little boy, Zhang Hongmei's heart tightened. How could such a young child be so mature?
From now on, the entire photo album will belong to Zhang Shouyi alone. It records his growth, and all the photos show him with the same expression: serious and rigid.
However, there is one photo that is quite interesting. It is a photo of him with a shaved head. He must have been a teenager at that time.
"Brother Zhang, you look cute with a shaved head, like a little monk, but your serious face is too much. And this picture, why do I get the feeling you look a bit like you've given up on life?"
"Which one? Oh, it's this one? My dad was on the battlefield, and he insisted that I take a picture of him and send it to him, but I really didn't want to take one, so this is what I got?"
"Hehe, they're all interesting to look at. This one is quite cute too. I didn't expect you, Brother Zhang, to be able to make such childish gestures."
Zhang Shouyi glanced at it and also thought it was particularly childish. The backdrop he was standing on was of a rising sun, probably because the photographer asked him to make a gesture of holding up the sun with both hands.
Who hasn't been childish at some point?
"Hahahaha." Zhang Hongmei laughed heartily at Zhang Shouyi's smug expression. She hadn't expected the usually mature and dignified man to be so adorable. Seeing Zhang Shouyi turn his face away and ignore her, Zhang Hongmei laughed and ruffled Zhang Shouyi's hair. Not bad, his hair was still quite smooth, at least it didn't feel prickly.
Zhang Shouyi turned around and reached out to rub Zhang Hongmei's head. The two of them, one a political bigwig who had been reborn, and the other a 40-year-old intellectual woman who had transmigrated from another world, laughed and joked around.
Zhang Hongmei was tired, so she stopped and untied the braid.
In that instant, Zhang Shouyi felt his heart stop. His long hair was disheveled, and as he ran his hand through it, his bangs were swept back, revealing a smooth, full forehead, bright, smiling eyes, two adorable dimples, glossy red lips, and a pointed chin. There was not a single feature that didn't please him.
But he didn't dare to make any sudden moves that would be too abrupt for the beautiful girl; she was too small, and he couldn't bear to do it, afraid of disturbing his lovely girl.
Zhang Hongmei tied her hair back in a ponytail, looked strangely at Zhang Shouyi who was staring at her in a daze, and waved her hand in front of him.
Zhang Shouyi grabbed the jade-like, slender fingers in front of him, and really wanted to put them in his mouth and take a bite.
Zhang Hongmei pulled her hand away and then sat with her legs crossed to look at the photos.
There weren't any particularly interesting photos after that, but they all testify to the meaningful years of youth from adolescence to young adulthood.
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