Chapter 022 Hawthorn Candy
Zhang Qiling took the pancake he handed over, looked at the neatly folded package he had folded in a few seconds, and fell into deep thought.
He seemed to have left a strange impression on this person...
Zhang Qiling walked away briskly in the night.
I returned to my residence, quietly pushed open the window and went in. As expected, I saw Wuxie sleeping on the bed with his legs spread out, occupying the entire bed.
Zhang Qiling stood there for a moment, letting the cold air from outside dissipate. Then he stood in front of the bed, put Wuxie's body aside and straightened it. He crossed his hands on his abdomen and picked up a thin blanket from the ground to cover him.
Looking at Wuxie lying neatly and seemingly at peace, Zhang Qiling nodded secretly with satisfaction in his heart, then lay down beside him in the same position and covered himself with the quilt.
Just a few seconds after lying down, Zhang Qiling suddenly sat up on the bed with a confused expression. He put his hand on his stomach and pressed it to feel it.
He seems... a little full?
Zhang Qiling had never overeaten before, so he was a little hesitant when he made a conclusion.
At this moment, he belatedly remembered that the dry food biscuits made by the Zhang family... might be, probably, similar to compressed biscuits?
After sitting for a while and feeling his stomach feeling better, Zhang Qiling lay down again, closed his eyes and began to prepare for sleep.
When he finally felt a little sleepy, a dark shadow suddenly appeared outside the window, followed by the sound of someone gently knocking on the window.
Zhang Qiling opened his eyes suddenly, and after feeling the familiar breath outside the window, he relaxed, got out of bed and opened the window.
Sure enough, the person standing outside the window was Zhang Moyu.
Zhang Moyu was holding a white plastic bag that can be seen everywhere. Through the translucent plastic bag, he could vaguely see in the moonlight that it contained half a bag of unripe dates.
"When I came here earlier, I saw a date tree to the south. They're ripe now, so I picked some for you as a fruit after your meal."
His behavior of delivering fruit in the middle of the night made Zhang Qiling silent for a moment, but he still took the bag he handed over and thanked him politely.
"Thanks."
Suddenly, he remembered that there were only two rooms in the guesthouse here, and they were both occupied. Zhang Moyu didn't know where to rest tonight, so he took the initiative to ask.
"Where do you live?"
As if he was a little confused about what Zhang Qiling said, Zhang Moyu looked at him in surprise at first, and then seemed to realize something. A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he spoke as if it was a matter of course.
"I'll find a tree nearby that I like and rest on it for the night."
"Don't worry, I won't be far away from you. As long as you blow the whistle, I can appear at any time... I will keep watch, and you can sleep peacefully."
Zhang Qiling knew that he had misunderstood what he meant, so he pursed his lips awkwardly and spoke softly.
"No, it's cold outside."
What he actually meant was that if you have nowhere to stay, you can rest at his place for one night.
"It's okay, you don't have to worry about me."
The Zhang family members are not afraid of cold or heat. The super strong physique that comes with the Qilin blood allows them to ignore most of the difficulties brought by the living environment.
Zhang Moyu saw Zhang Qiling standing there, his brows furrowed, as if he was about to speak but hesitated. Thinking he was feeling unwell, he scanned him twice. With his many years of medical experience, he came to only one conclusion, and he spoke hesitantly.
"Did you...eat too much and your stomach feels uncomfortable?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Moyu saw the expression on Zhang Qiling's face suddenly stiffen, obviously he was right.
"No, go and rest."
Zhang Qiling quickly denied it, and now he was only one step away from a third rejection.
Seeing that Zhang Moyu seemed to want to say something to him, Zhang Qiling pretended not to see it and went straight to bed, closing the window.
Zhang Moyu looked at the suddenly closed window and knew that the child had a strong sense of self-esteem and was shy because he pointed it out. He couldn't help but chuckle and whispered.
"What a lovely child."
Zhang Qiling, who had very good hearing, suddenly opened his eyes, and felt his ears were red and hot. He closed his eyes, turned over, and buried his face in the quilt without caring about his image.
On the other side, after leaving, Zhang Moyu went to the local store and saw the closed door, which was pitch black inside. He unlocked it skillfully and slipped in. After a quick look, he found a bag of hawthorn candy on the shelf.
After looking at the price on the counter, Zhang Moyu took out a ten-dollar bill from his pocket, put it on the counter, and left the store with the hawthorn candy in his hand.
Zhang Moyu stood in front of the window of Zhang Qiling's room and waited for a while. Seeing that the window was not open, he knew that Zhang Qiling was not unable to sense him coming, but was deliberately hiding and didn't want to see him.
He sighed silently, used some spiritual energy to open the latch on the inside of the window, then gently pushed it open a crack, reached out and placed the bag of hawthorn candy on the table by the window.
Then close the window again, the latch will automatically fall and lock it again.
In the dark night, someone lying on the bed tilted his head slightly, noticed that the person outside the window left quickly, turned back and stopped moving.
Two minutes later...
A hand quietly reached out to the table and held the hawthorn candy in its hand, and the sound of unpacking was heard in the room.
The next morning, Zhang Qiling, who had a rare good sleep, woke up to find Wuxie clinging to him with his hands and feet, biting the brim of his sweatshirt with his mouth, and smacking his lips from time to time, as if he was eating very happily in his dream.
Zhang Qiling looked at Wuxie with a dark face, and his good mood brought by a good night's sleep disappeared in an instant. He quickly rescued his hat from Wuxie's mouth, and his action was not gentle at all.
Seeing a wet spot on the brim of his hat, Zhang Qiling suddenly regretted why he had only thought about making do and not paying attention to the quality of life, so he did not listen to Hei Xia Zi's advice and bring two more sets of clothes.
He found some pieces of paper and carefully wiped the area soaked with saliva. Then Zhang Qiling shook Wuxie awake.
Wuxie, who was sleeping soundly, felt someone shaking him hard. He opened his eyes drowsily and saw Zhang Qiling's expressionless face. Most of his sleepiness disappeared instantly.
"Morning...Morning, little brother."
"stand up."
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Wuxie felt that the tone the young man used when talking to him today seemed particularly unfriendly.
Who offended this guy so early in the morning?
Wuxie muttered to himself, checked his phone, and found that it was only five o'clock. He threw the phone aside, dropped his head back onto the pillow, pulled up the thin blanket, huddled himself in it, and spoke in a lazy voice.
"Brother, it's still early... Uncle San said we won't leave until eight o'clock, so let me sleep a little longer..."
Zhang Qiling looked at him coldly, reached out and grabbed a corner of the quilt, directly lifted the quilt and piled it on the corner of the bed, then opened the closed window.
A cold mountain breeze blew in at dawn. Wu Xie shivered and looked at Zhang Qiling with resentment. Seeing that his face was serious and there was no room for maneuver, he could only get up weakly, put on his coat and go out to eat.
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