Mu Wan watched Liu Qianxiu’s figure leave.
His reaction was in line with her expectations. Mu Wan didn’t directly flirt but wanted to do it bit by bit. He slowly spiked Liu Qianxiu until he liked her, too.
She was the only one in the kitten’s room. Mu Wan looked back at the cat litter and still felt hot. She touched her warm face and said to the kitten in the cat litter: “Ertong, Zhongfen, when are you two going to open your eyes?”
It seemed that it heard Mu Wan’s call. After Mu Wan and Liu Qianxiu had dinner, Zhongfen’s eyes opened. It’s a mixture of black and white, its eyes look more beautiful than Datou’s eyes, and it also has light gold.
Zhongfen is the youngest of the three kittens. He is frail and ill and has also been hospitalized. However, its eyes had opened, while Ertong’s eyes had not moved. Two of them opened their eyes, meowing, and the little fluffy balls lit up by their eyeballs became more lovely.
Looking away from Ertong, Mu Wan looked up at Liu Qianxiu and asked, “Will Ertong’s eyes open tomorrow?” Mu Wan fed the kitten, and Liu Qianxiu didn’t go in. He stood outside the kitten’s room and looked down at the three little ones in the cat litter. After dinner, Liu Qianxiu went to the bedroom to change his clothes, which were made of cotton and linen. He also wore light brown trousers with wide sleeves and wide legs. It was comfortable and elegant. Liu Qianxiu’s slender body supported his clothes, which smelled like a fairy style. “Ertong will open its eyes tonight.” Liu Qianxiu replied.
He said tonight, but she still needs to figure out what time. Mu Wan looked at the time and stood up after shaking the empty milk bottle. She glanced at the time again, and it was at half-past eight. Mu Wan walked out of the kitten room, stood beside Liu Qianxiu like a red rose, and handed it to his eyes.
“What time do you usually rest?” Mu Wan asked.
He didn’t know what she intended, so Liu Qianxiu only replied.
“Ten o’clock.”
“Ah.” Mu Wan opened her lips a bit, expressing her clarity. She raised her eyes slightly, her gaze shifted momentarily, and then she asked hesitantly: “Can I wait until half-past nine? I don’t want to keep you from rest and won’t bother you. I only want to look at Ertong’s eyes.”
After speaking, Mu Wan sensed something was wrong. Liu Qianxiu should sit cross-legged and meditate when it is ten o’clock. It’s his time to be alone, and he should hate someone disrupting his life.
She can infiltrate his life a bit, but she can’t make him hate her, so it’s counterproductive.
She frowned slightly. When Mu Wan was about to speak, Liu Qianxiu interrupted her and said, “Yes.”
Mu Wan raised her eyebrows and raised her eyes to look at Liu Qianxiu. The latter’s expression did not change. He took the bottle in her hand and cleaned it before leaving the cat’s room.
For an hour, Mu Wan, who got the consent, hadn’t always stayed in the kitten room. Muwan waited long in the kitten’s room, but Ertong fell asleep in the cat litter. She also got up and went out of the cat’s room.
The lights in the living room were off. Only the desk lamp on the low table was on. The soft light released from under the lampshade cut the darkness into a circle of light.
Under the halo, the light shone, and Liu Qianxiu sat cross-legged in front of the lamp with a book in hand, looking at it calmly.
Liu Qianxiu’s appearance is too pale, not because his facial features are shallow. On the contrary, the shadow divides his face under the light into bright and dark sides. Along the forehead, his brow bones and nose bridge form a three-dimensional, making his face a sharp facial line.
However, his temperament is light. No matter how sharp his facial features are, they are subservient to his light personality, becoming pure and indifferent, tranquil and far-reaching.
Mu Wan’s slow heartbeat began to accelerate again.
She stood there, quietly looking at Liu Qianxiu. When he turned the page, he looked up and saw her. Mu Wan’s lips slightly opened when he discovered her, and she pointed to the kitten room: “Ertong is sleeping.”
She was a little bored.
Liu Qianxiu didn’t change his movements and asked, “Do you want to read a book?”
“Okay.” Mu Wan removed her shoes, walked barefoot, and sat cross-legged with him.
The couch was not too small, and Liu Qianxiu was quiet enough to use it alone. If Mu Wan sat there, it wouldn’t feel too crowded. After she walked over, she sat beside Liu Qianxiu and glanced at the book in Liu Qianxiu’s hand. The book’s layout is vertical, the pages are yellowing, and they look old.
“What book are you reading?” Mu Wan stretched her neck slightly, leaning forward, and her eyelids closed.
Liu Qianxiu handed over the book in his hand, and Mu Wan touched it and flicked the pages with her finger, feeling indescribable.
This book looks like an ancient book.
After getting the book, Mu Wan came back to her senses afterwards. Although there are few things in Liu Qianxiu’s living room, they all have a taste of ancient simplicity. It doesn’t look like high imitation antiques during decoration, but it seems true.
For example, this side table has looked like antique furniture for many years. It is inconspicuous at first glance. However, when Mu Wan approached it, exquisite carved patterns were on it, and there was a faint smell of sandalwood.
The murals on the wall in the living room are not like the ones painted later. Instead, they look like they were cut from somewhere and embedded. Lin Wei was a fine arts student, and she influenced Mu Wan. She thought that the painting method of this mural was very classical. The whole mural is full of introverted beauty.
Like the gods in the figure paintings, Liu Qianxiu’s exposure to these antiquities is elegant, sacred, and out of reach.
Looking at Liu Qianxiu, Mu Wan gradually lost consciousness.
The book handed to her didn’t turn the page. After a while, Liu Qianxiu raised his eyes to look at her and met Mu Wan’s gaze looking at him. This time, Mu Wan didn’t look away. The two of them looked at each other, and she laughed openly.
Liu Qianxiu glanced at the Book of Ethics, “Tao Te Ching,” in her hand, raised his eyes, and asked her, “Why don’t you read the book?”
Mu Wan looked at The Book of Ethics, “Tao Te Ching,” in her hand. It was hard to understand classical Chinese and traditional characters. Mu Wan couldn’t recognize all the letters, so she ignored them.
“I don’t understand.”
Liu Qian’s eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly, turning the book’s page in his hand, and his fingers became transparent through the yellowed pages. With a faint tone, Liu Qianxiu said, “Look, can you understand it?”
He exposed her, but Mu Wan was not embarrassed when she shook her head and said, “I don’t understand.”
She was telling the truth. Liu Qianxiu seemed to be a doctor, a Taoist priest, and nothing. He is like a hidden master. The more you understand him, the more you feel he is unfathomable. However, he treats everyone frankly, like looking at the bottom of the pool. You can see the rock at the bottom, but you don’t know how deep it is.
It doesn’t matter how deep it is now, but she can measure it little by little. Thinking of this, Mu Wan added: “But you look better than a book.”
Liu Qianxiu raised his eyes, and Mu Wan was smiling. However, his eyes returned to the book, and there was no trace of where she just saw.
Seeing him turn back and continue to read, Mu Wan was a little bored, and the paper in her hand rustled. She put her arm on the low table, put her head on top, and looked sideways at him.
“Liu Qianxiu.” Mu Wan’s voice was sweet and delicious in the empty and quiet living room.
Liu Qianxiu didn’t lift his head but only responded with a low voice.
“Yeah.”
Mu Wan listened to his voice echoing in her ears. She raised her head, looked at the outline of his profile, and asked: “Do you like living alone, right?”
Under a lamp, the two sat down separately in a small corner. Liu Qianxiu sat upright and cross-legged, while Mu Wan’s body twisted like a snake, lazy and peaceful.
Liu Qian’s eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly, turning the book’s page in his hand, and his fingers became transparent through the yellowed pages. With a faint tone, Liu Qianxiu said, “Look, can you understand it?”
He exposed her, but Mu Wan was not embarrassed when she shook her head and said, “I don’t understand.”
She was telling the truth. Liu Qianxiu seemed to be a doctor, a Taoist priest, and nothing. He is like a hidden master. The more you understand him, the more you feel he is unfathomable. However, he treats everyone frankly, like looking at the bottom of the pool. You can see the rock at the bottom, but you don’t know how deep it is.
It doesn’t matter how deep it is now, but she can measure it little by little. Thinking of this, Mu Wan added: “But you look better than a book.”
Liu Qianxiu raised his eyes, and Mu Wan was smiling. However, his eyes returned to the book, and there was no trace of where she just saw.
Seeing him turn back and continue to read, Mu Wan was a little bored, and the paper in her hand rustled. She put her arm on the low table, put her head on top, and looked sideways at him.
“Liu Qianxiu.” Mu Wan’s voice was sweet and delicious in the empty and quiet living room.
Liu Qianxiu didn’t lift his head but only responded with a low voice.
“Yeah.”
Mu Wan listened to his voice echoing in her ears. She raised her head, looked at the outline of his profile, and asked: “Do you like living alone, right?”
Under a lamp, the two sat down separately in a small corner. Liu Qianxiu sat upright and cross-legged, while Mu Wan’s body twisted like a snake, lazy and peaceful.
“Why do you ask that?”
Mu Wan thought, “Because you have always been alone.”
Liu Qianxiu’s throat moved slightly, and his eyes fell on the words in the book. His tone was flat, and he said lightly: “Now, there are two people.”
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