After Xu Jiamu finished rinsing his mouth, he handed the cup to Yang Sisi, and staggered out of the bathroom.
When Yang Sisi followed him out, Xu Jiamu was already lying on the bed. When she put the blanket over him, she heard him whisper drunkenly, "Sisi... Where can I find another you?
"Sisi... Don't go, stay with me...
"Sisi... You said you'd stay with me, don't leave me...
"Sisi... Sisi..."
Yang Sisi couldn't help but tighten her grip on the blanket.
He was clearly calling Sisi, her name, but why did it feel like he wasn't calling her?
The next day, when Xu Jiamu woke up, he had a terrible headache from his hangover.
He was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, wrinkled and reeking of alcohol and cigarettes.
Xu Jiamu furrowed his brows, and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. When he went downstairs to get something to eat, he saw Yang Sisi in the dining room setting out the dishes.
Xu Jiamu froze for a moment, then vaguely remembered that when he returned to Mian Xiu Garden last night, Yang Sisi was waiting for him at the door.
"You're awake? Come over and eat. "Yang Sisi saw Xu Jiamu, and smiled at him.
Xu Jiamu didn't say a word, walked into the dining room, and pulled out a chair to sit down.
The television in the dining room was on, and there was a variety show about ancient poetry. Because the dining table was too quiet, Xu Jiamu didn't say a word. Yang Sisi couldn't help but ask, "Jiamu, which poem do you like the most?"
Xu Jiamu leisurely chewed on the food in his mouth, and when he swallowed, he said, "Yearning."
"Huh?" Yang Sisi was stunned.
"Red beans grow in the South, when spring comes, a few sprouts, may the gentleman pluck them, this is the most yearning." Xu Jiamu hated ancient poetry the most. Besides "Sympathy for the Farmer" and "Goose", which were compulsory primary school poems, this was the only one he knew.
Yang Sisi smiled. "Wang Wei's poem, I quite like it too."
Xu Jiamu twitched the corner of his lips, but didn't say a word, and lowered his head to continue eating.
After dinner, Xu Jiamu received a call from the company and went straight to the study room.
Yang Sisi cleaned up the kitchen, brewed a cup of coffee, and brought it upstairs. When she pushed open the study door, she saw Xu Jiamu on the phone while typing on the computer.
She placed the coffee on the desk, but didn't leave. She stared at Xu Jiamu for a while, then glanced at the document beside him. His signature was written in a flamboyant style, looking extremely handsome.
Xu Jiamu hung up the phone and saw Yang Sisi sitting on the sofa with a pen in her hand, scribbling something. He took a sip of coffee and asked, "What are you writing?"
"Write my name." Yang Sisi raised the piece of paper. "I think your signature looks good, so I want to practice mine. But no matter how I practice, it doesn't look good. Can you help me design a better way to write my name?"
Xu Jiamu nodded lightly, not refusing.
Yang Sisi immediately stood up, and brought the paper and pen over to the desk.
Xu Jiamu took the pen and started to draw on the white paper. He wrote the name "Yang Sisi" many times, as though he was trying to come up with the best name, but as he wrote and wrote, Yang Sisi suddenly said, "Jiamu, my name isn't Song Xiangsi."
PS: Today's 8000 words are finished ~ I still owe everyone 10 chapters ~ Tuesday ~ I don't have time on Monday, so I'll update at night ~ Also, the comic that the nation's husband brought home is out, you can read it by searching for the title on Tencent ~ Remember your monthly ticket ~
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