Just yesterday, Alii found bricks on the balcony, meaning this balcony might be sealed off.
It’s hard to imagine how desperate the girl felt last night when she saw the self-inflicted wounds on her palm.
She had already imprisoned herself in a dark, dry well, and one day a rope was lowered and someone at the top kept talking to her. Just as she was about to climb up, she realized that the person who had been encouraging her had come down holding the rope.
Li Zhiyuan knew that because the girl once only saw him in her eyes, his own degradation hit her even harder.
No, she came last night, she wanted to be by his side, she wasn’t afraid of his despair, she couldn’t accept him giving up.
Like Li Lan, giving up struggling, abandoning oneself.
The light in her eyes was him, but he extinguished it last night.
"Sigh, what’s the point of arguing who’s right or wrong now, Grandma just wants to ask you, Xiao Yuan, do you still have a way to bring Alii back to how she was a few days ago, can you?"
Liu Yumei, looking excited: "Really? How?"
"I can’t do it now, Grandma, I need some time."
"You need time... Well, what exactly will you do?"
Liu Yumei frowned slightly, she suspected the boy in front of her was teasing her, but then it made sense to her, recalling that it was previously while reading books on this second floor that Alii approached him.
Could it be that her granddaughter likes the aura of scholars?
Liu Yumei pondered, wondering if it was because she liked Alii to wear ancient costumes and she herself liked watching tales like "The Romance of the Western Chamber."
"Grandma, Alii has gone back to her room."
"What?" Liu Yumei looked down and saw Alii still sitting behind the threshold, not having moved at all, "Isn’t she still there?"
"We need to find a way to call Alii out so I can apologize to her face-to-face."
Liu Yumei couldn’t understand, but felt reassured seeing the boy speak logically.
"Then you, keep reading."
Liu Yumei went downstairs.
Li Zhiyuan picked up "Liu’s Qi Observation Technique" again, these ghostly talisman-like characters, if his gaze shifted away for a moment, he would have to start all over again to get the feel, otherwise, he could not understand at all.
He read another page, and when turning the page, Li Zhiyuan looked down at the girl.
He didn’t mind the girl’s sudden "departure" at all; he quite liked this feeling of being needed.
He finally had a mask that he could not take off.
Li Lan, what you failed to find, I found.
Returning downstairs, Liu Yumei also seemed a bit more relaxed, and brewed herself a new pot of tea.
Just then, Run Sheng rode the tricycle up the dam.
"Grandmaster, we’re home, we’re home, Grandmaster, wake up, wake up."
Liu Yumei approached and asked, "What’s the matter?"
"Grandmaster is drunk."
"Oh, did he go out early for a drink?"
"Got drunk while drinking." Run Sheng took out an empty bottle from the cart, with the bottle opening downward, there wasn’t a drop left.
"You carry him upstairs."
Run Sheng grabbed Li Sanjiang’s shoulder with his left hand, and with a sweep of his right hand, the whole person tumbled, and Li Sanjiang was hoisted onto his back.
Liu Yumei asked, "Who taught you to carry like that?"
"Ah, no one taught me? Got used to it after carrying many corpses."
"Next time remember not to carry like that, it’s bad luck."
Liu Yumei waved her hand to disperse the smell of alcohol in front of her, indicating to Run Sheng to quickly carry the person away.
Run Sheng rushed into the house and sprinted up to the second floor.
Liu Yumei then walked back to her coffee table, and habitually pinched the teacup with her index and ring fingers.
Lifting it to mid-air, the cup body suddenly shook, but the tea inside didn’t spill a drop.
"Is this, filled up again?"
"Xiao Yuan, help me open the door, your Grandmaster is drunk."
Li Zhiyuan opened the screen door, accompanying Run Sheng to place Li Sanjiang on the bed; Li Sanjiang’s face was flushed, looking completely unconscious.
Then, Li Zhiyuan and Run Sheng walked out of the room.
"What exactly happened?"
Grandmaster loves to drink, but it wasn’t to the extent of starting in the morning.
Run Sheng scratched his head and said, "Xiao Yuan, your household registration has been transferred here, seems like your school registration and stuff have also been transferred."
Li Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, that quick?
Last night on the phone, when Li Lan said she wanted to transfer his registration here, he hinted that he was currently living at Li Sanjiang’s house, and evidently, Li Lan understood.
Of course, it would be strange if she didn’t understand, they both acknowledge each other’s intellect as mother and son.
However, not only was the efficiency high this time, but the school registration could also be transferred, it seems that the project Li Lan is participating in this time is very important, family arrangements were specially made, even those old professors couldn’t stop it.
"Xiao Yuan, I’m going down to eat buns first."
"Alright, go ahead, Brother Runsheng."
After Run Sheng left, Li Zhiyuan got a washbasin, washed a towel, and then re-entered Li Sanjiang’s room.
Li Sanjiang lay on the bed, his left arm across his forehead, legs spread.
Li Zhiyuan wrung out the towel and handed it to Li Sanjiang.
"Grandmaster, wipe your face."
Li Sanjiang didn’t move.
"Grandmaster has a strong tolerance for alcohol, not drunk, he would snore if he really was asleep."
"Cough cough..." Li Sanjiang opened his eyes, looking at Li Zhiyuan beside the bed, "Little Yuanhou, Grandmaster did something wrong."
"No, it’s Grandmaster who took me in."
"You’re still young, you might not know what a Beijing household registration means."