Stars In His Eyes
Chapter 793: Picking Up Father He and Second Brother to Go to the Capital 12_1

Chapter 793: Chapter 793: Picking Up Father He and Second Brother to Go to the Capital 12_1

On the bed, her pajamas were arranged in a human shape lying in the spot where she slept, as if intending to use these pajamas to replace her presence. Her hairbands could be found in the bathroom, on the table in her room, and on the bedside table.

Apparently, He Zhilan did this deliberately, wishing to leave her traces everywhere.

Unable to help it, He Teng suddenly laughed out loud. He shook his head, seeming helpless with He Zhilan’s childish behavior.

He walked over, picked up her pajamas and thought about washing them later when he came back in the evening. Then, he went over to the wardrobe. He had originally thought of changing his clothes, but as his hand touched the wardrobe door, all He Teng could think about was how He Zhilan had banged into this door and cried out in pain the day before.

He Teng shook the wardrobe door. The cabinet, which was less than half his height, was made of wood. Banging against it would definitely hurt. But luckily, the cabinet was new, and there was nothing dismissive about it.

However, thinking of He Zhilan’s clumsy ways, He Teng thought he better take some time to remove the wardrobe door to prevent her from bumping into it again in the future.

After contemplating the feasibility of removing the wardrobe door, He Teng reached for the clothes in the wardrobe. He glanced at the clothes that He Zhilan had left inside. They were placed right next to his current season’s clothes. He realized that there were traces of He Zhilan everywhere in the room. Her stay of just two nights made it feel as if she had been living here for a long time.

He chuckled, picked up his clothes and changed into them. However, when he put on his socks, his smile froze on his face.

The socks that had been torn were now perfectly intact.

Thinking of the needle and thread that He Zhilan had next to her when she got bumped in the morning, He Teng was taken aback. So, the supposedly feminine items that He Zhilan borrowed from the political commissar’s wife yesterday morning were a needle and thread?

Did she sit in front of the wardrobe, not leaving the room for a long time, secretly mending his torn socks?

Was it because she was mending his socks, got startled by his shout from outside the door, and then got hit by the wardrobe door?

For a moment, He Teng’s heart was filled with mixed emotions. Looking at the neatly mended socks, He Teng felt warmer than the weather outside. In his mind, he couldn’t help but picture He Zhilan mending his socks. She must have been extremely focused, hence getting scared by his voice. This was why she, who usually didn’t do work, was able to mend the socks so sturdily.

On her train ride back to the capital, He Zhilan was in a good mood. She was imagining what He Teng, who had obsessive-compulsive disorder, would react to seeing her stuff. She presumed he would likely drive himself crazy, right?

However, in reality, He Mutou, who was always steady, didn’t talk much, and was particularly wooden, today laughed scornfully at Kang Xing and the others for wearing torn socks. He said, "You guys are so old yet still wearing torn socks. Can’t you mend them?"

These words left Kang Xing and the others speechless, "Vice troop leader, aren’t you the one who also wears torn socks? The other day, we saw a hole on the sock covering your big toe which was even larger than mine!"

Ignoring the doubts from Kang Xing and the others, the vice troop leader, He Teng, directly stretched out his foot, showed it off for a while, and then in a nonchalant manner, slipped his foot back into his shoe and walked away.

People feeling deeply hurt behind him protested, "The vice troop leader is mocking us for not having wives! Next time Zhilan visits, we’ll also ask her to mend our torn socks for us!"

He Teng, who was ahead, simply turned around, shot a cold stare at the crowd behind him, quieting the ones making a racket. Only then did he continue to walk away with his hands behind his back.