Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 212

My mother pulled me to a stop, looked inside, and said unhappily, "Where is everyone? Why aren't they coming out?"

The old man smiled sheepishly and said, "That kid wasn't feeling well, so I didn't dare let him come out."

Kid? Wait a minute? What do you want?

Before I could ask, my mother pinched me hard and whispered, "Behave yourself."

Then he smiled at the old man and said, "Go in."

"Please, Madam Mu."

This was the first time I met Qi Zhi. He was of average appearance, easily lost in the crowd, with a blank expression, blank eyes, and a seemingly foolish, dull demeanor. He sat there, head down, not speaking, not looking at anyone. He just sat there, counting on his fingers, calculating pharmacology. How could I have imagined that such a person would be Ao'er's savior? How could I have imagined that without him, there would be no stubborn Ao'er? I should remember him for the rest of my life!

"Qi Zhi, come here." He stood up, lowered his head, and approached us.

I leaned against my mother's back, afraid that he would bump into me.

"Master, there's no confusion about the uses of angelica." He lowered his head and continued calculating with his fingers spread out.

The old man's smile was strange, but he still smiled at his mother.

The mother smiled at the guy whose head was buried in the ground, without looking at the master: "Qizhi is twenty years old this year?"

He nodded, but said, "The headdress can be used in medicine."

I hid behind my mother and chuckled to myself; this guy must have something wrong with his ears.

My mother laughed too, but her definition of laughter was different. She saw others as satisfied, while I saw him as funny.

My mother pulled me out from behind: "This is my daughter, Ziyi."

Hey! Don't change your name!

He raised his head slightly, then lowered it again: "Hanging is a way to die. I thought... but it turns out it's a human being."

Damn it! You did this on purpose, didn't you?! I glared at him, wanting to explode.

My mother held me down, and the more she looked at him, the happier she became: "Qizhi really likes herbs."

Upon hearing the word "herbs," he lowered his head with delight. His mother laughed heartily and pushed me in front of him, saying, "Xiao Yi also likes herbs; you two can chat."

I don't know when I started liking herbs.

"Let's chat." Qi Zhi lowered his head and walked out.

My mother nudged me: "You go too."

I pointed to my mouth. I shook my head; I couldn't speak.

My mother glared at me: "You can speak up if you want."

Yay! Off to a blind date!

...

Qi Zhi walked through the dust towards the backyard, and I followed behind him. There were even more cobwebs in the house now.

He pushed open the door and went inside. Of all the rooms in the row, the one he entered was the most dilapidated.

I peeked through the door and wow—it's so clean, cleaner than anywhere else in your house.

I came in, and he didn't say anything. He just picked up a book and became engrossed in reading it.

I found a place to sit down and stretch my limbs—I kicked my shoes aside, pulled off my scarf, loosened my collar, and fanned myself. Damn, I felt awful. Women aren't for me.

Since I didn't have time to chat, I put my feet up on the table, leaned back in my chair, and fanned myself—finally, I felt comfortable. I was thirsty; I hadn't had a drink since I got up. I picked up the teapot on the table and poured myself a drink—it felt like heaven…

I did my thing, he did his; I thought we'd sit there until dark and then go home for dinner.

"What does Young Master Sikong like to do?"

I looked around for a tape recorder. Suddenly, I saw a living person and finally found the person who was going to speak: "Him?" He's petty, easily angered, holds grudges, and likes to calculate gains and losses. "He likes to read, just like you."

"Really?" Even those two words conveyed joy; he must be smiling right now.

"What's his favorite book?"

It's hard to say, "He's been watching 'The Legend of the White Fox' lately."

"The Story of the Prince Under the Moon".

"kindness."

"He reads stories?" I found it hard to believe.

“Yes.” I noticed that there was still a picture of Sun Wukong causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace on his bedside table.

What time does he get up?

Well, the only times I've seen this happen are when I wake up before he does: "Chen Shi (9 o'clock)." He naturally wakes up around that time.

What does he do when he gets up in the morning?

He kept his head down, clearly not focused on the textbook, because he hadn't turned a page since he asked the question.

I looked at him inquisitively: "Why are you asking these questions? Do you intend to assassinate him?"

[Beauty's Smile: Chapter 85]