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Chapter 129: Dew is Thick and Flowers are Slender, Light Clothes Drenched with Thin Sweat

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: Dew is Thick and Flowers are Slender, Light Clothes Drenched with Thin Sweat

The little crow eagerly looked forward.

Who would have thought.

The next second.

Zuzi said seriously, "He didn’t have breakfast today and was so hungry that his hands were shaking, he even threw his coat away, it’s so funny."

The little crow almost blacked out and fell to the ground.

Oh ancestor, the boy wasn’t hungry, he was hot and eager to close the door and kiss you!

Well, he was quite hungry too...

Helplessly watching little ancestor being completely clueless about the situation, even if the man’s kiss was earth-shattering, it left no mark in her heart, the little crow couldn’t help but silently mourn for the tool man Bao Gucheng for three seconds.

Then it saw Zuzi seriously flipping through a book.

It was a book of selected poems borrowed from the library, quite helpful for scoring in the classical poetry part of the college entrance exam.

Zuzi had been enjoying it recently.

Reading aloud with interest as she looked:

"The concubine seems to hold the pipa askew as you play with changing tunes..."

"A flower path not swept for guests, now opens for you..."

"A jade hairpin pricks the red of the crab apple flower, viewed horizontally as ridge, side as peak..."

"Rising sluggishly, tidying delicate hands, dense dew, thin flowers, sweat lightly soaking clothes..."

"Hiss..."

Zuzi paused.

"Ancestor, what’s the matter?"

"Xiao Jin, these poetic lines are quite irrational."

"What’s irrational about them, ancestor?"

"The first line, how can a person twist like a pipa? Ancestor didn’t create such a strange function in humans. The second line, how can an unswept path open a door? The third line, who would prick the crab apple flower red with a hairpin for no reason, wouldn’t the flower hurt? As for the fourth line, the phrases dense dew and thin flowers clearly describe an autumn night when the weather is cool, how could someone wake up sweating profusely with ’thin clothes soaked through’? Do you understand?"

"Too difficult, Xiao Jin doesn’t understand!"

"Forget it, I’ll message Xiao Chenger to ask later."

The little crow: "..."

It was powerless to stop the studious and inquisitive little ancestor ah ah ah.

==

Qingcheng Hospital.

Xi Yuanshan was holding his phone on the hospital bed, holding it all day.

Unlike the usual seriousness when watching stocks or news, at this moment, his brows were relaxed, even with a slight smile at the corner of his lips, as if chatting with someone.

Beside the hospital bed, Gu Qiusha, who had been busy all day, rubbed her sore shoulders, sat down, and began to peel fruit for him.

She gently reminded him, "Yuanshan, the doctor said too much screen time is not good for brain recovery..."

Xi Yuanshan was displeased, "Quack! Looking at the phone is relaxing, what does he know."

Gu Qiusha sighed, handing over the peeled pear.

After a couple of bites, Xi Yuanshan, busy replying to a message on his phone, tossed it aside disdainfully, "No appetite. You eat it yourself."

Gu Qiusha pursed her lips, holding the remaining large half of the pear, muttering, "Husbands and wives shouldn’t split pears to eat."

Splitting pears = splitting up.

It’s inauspicious.

Xi Yuanshan didn’t even lift his head, "So many issues! If you have nothing to do, go raise funds, what are you doing here."

Gu Qiusha choked for a moment.

Although it’s said patients may become more irritable, the extent of Xi Yuanshan’s change in temperament was beyond her expectations, and she was really on the verge of giving in.

"I sold some jewelry, and I have the 5 million for the second phase. For the more than 30 million needed for the third phase of treatment, I’ll find a way."

Xi Yuanshan’s attitude finally improved a bit, "Hmm. You should prepare more. Tomorrow night is Zhuzhu’s solo violin concert, and we need a big red envelope for the music circle people and the media, don’t forget these."

Gu Qiusha: "I know."

Perhaps worried that Gu Qiusha didn’t take it seriously, Xi Yuanshan emphasized again, "Although Zhuzhu had a little mishap in the English competition and didn’t get the recommendation for the Imperial University’s Foreign Language College, her homeroom teacher Fang Yumei said, her violin is exceptional, and with a successful concert, there’s a chance for recommendation to the conservatory, a steady path into Imperial University..."

Fang Yu... Mei?

Gu Qiusha was taken aback.

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