Zhao Zhao was stunned, chuckled and shook her head, letting him think whatever he wanted.
He reminded her, "Tomorrow is my brother's birthday. I will leave for Gancheng this afternoon. If you want to go, then hurry up."
He and Min Min hadn't seen each other for several years, and he didn't know if she was still angry about him staying in Hongci Temple.
Fu Wei grinned with his snow-white teeth and said, "Don't worry."
"I'll stay here with you today. Just let me know when you're leaving."
Having said that, he lay down directly on Zhao Zhao's bed, closed his eyes, and looked very leisurely.
Zhao Zhao walked forward, covered him with a quilt with good temper, and then picked up the scripture on the table and started reading.
For a moment, the only sound in the quiet Zen room was Zhao Zhao's slow flipping of the pages.
In recent years, Zhao Zhao has not had any precognitive dreams about his relatives. Only through the induction transmitted by the mother Gu did he know about Min Min's condition. He was fine, happy and safe.
I raised my eyes and rubbed them slightly. I had read for too long and my eyes were hurting.
Looking at the distant scenery outside the window, Zhao Zhao was stunned and couldn't help but raise his hand to calculate.
No results...
The calm before the storm...
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Hefu in Gancheng.
He Yunmin stood in the highest attic of the mansion, staring blankly at the festively decorated mansion. Just like in previous years, all the guests gathered together to celebrate his birthday.
The young man was dressed in purple, looking extremely noble. On such a festive day, there was no smile on his handsome face. His black eyes were dull and he looked distracted.
"Minmin."
He Yunmin quickly came back to his senses when he heard his mother's voice from a distance, "Here I am."
Seeing her son arrive, Su Tangyue smiled gently, "An old friend is here today. Guess who it is?"
Thinking of an old friend, He Yunmin unconsciously connected with someone. Just thinking that it might be him, his heart suddenly burst into intense joy, and he couldn't wait to ask, "Is it Zhao..."
"Minmin."
Before he could utter a name, the old friend his mother had mentioned appeared before him.
It's my aunt and cousin Shen Guanqi...
He Yunmin smiled at them, "So it's my cousin..."
"...I haven't seen you for a few years. I heard that my cousin can speak now."
Shen Guanqi noticed his disappointment, but didn't say anything. He responded, "Yes, Minmin, I can speak now."
A few years ago, with the help of an expert, my father found an antidote to his muteness, so he was able to speak again.
"Oh, okay."
He Yunmin really lost interest, so he left all the guests behind and ran back to his room.
"...Hey, Minmin..." His mother called him from behind, but he pretended not to hear.
On a rockery somewhere in the He Mansion, Fu Wei supported Zhao Zhao and stood on the highest peak of the rockery. From here, they could preview most of the scenes of the banquet in the distance. The two of them stared intently, spying on the every move of the people in the distance.
Their arrival did not alarm anyone. Zhao Zhao came all the way here just to take another look at the situation at home. Now it seems that everything is fine on the surface.
He has three years left to live. From now on, he can secretly come back once a year and see his family three more times.
Seeing Min Min rushing back to the room, Zhao Zhao's eyes softened, "Min Min is still a child at heart, she won't grow up."
Fu Wei snorted, "I've been watching for a long time, but you're neither leaving nor coming in."
Zhao Zhao didn't say much. He squatted down and slowly tested the rockery.
Fu Wei helped him down, but she was not forgiving, "Your body is even weaker than mine."
For some reason, Zhao Zhao's physical condition immediately declined after leaving Hongci Temple, and the feeling of shortness of breath came back to torment him.
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