NCCnovel Chapter 922: Sleep Wherever You Can
Chapter 922: Sleep Wherever You Can
When the lights came on, the neon lights on the street lit up one after another, like broken diamonds scattered all over the ground.
Xiang Xiaowu drove the black commercial vehicle steadily but at high speed through the night, and finally drove steadily into the yard of the Goldsmith Bay Villa.
In the back seat, Jiang Chengyu was covered in dust and looked a little dirty, but he patiently fed Shengxue with snacks.
The snow-white pony rubbed his palm obediently, and the only sound in the carriage was its gentle chewing.
Occasionally, a soft whimper, with a hint of coquettishness,
Jiang Chengyu felt so touched by it that his heart softened, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The security guard quickly stepped forward and opened the car door. Shengxue jumped out and spun around happily on the spot.
The security guard looked at Shengxue, who was happily swishing her tail, and joked, "Oh, this pony is really energetic! Mr. Jiang, are you back?"
"Well, thank you." Jiang Chengyu nodded to express his gratitude. His eyes swept across the other's hands protecting the roof of the car, and a warm feeling arose in his heart.
This was Shengxue's first time coming to the courtyard of Goldsmith Bay. She curiously circled around his feet twice before following him closely to the living room door.
The living room was bustling with activity. Jiang Shuo stood by the coffee table, performing a trick for the old lady and Zhou Xue.
He moved his fingertips slightly, using the skills he had mastered over the years to control the apples and grapes on the plate to dance lightly in the air, sometimes forming circles, sometimes connecting into lines.
The old lady was beaming with joy, and Zhou Xue also clapped her hands in approval, and the room was filled with clear laughter.
As Shengxue entered the room, she smelled Jiang Shuo's scent, ran over happily, rubbed her head against his cheek, and whimpered with joy and intimacy.
"Shengxue!" Jiang Shuo's eyes lit up, and he immediately stopped practicing martial arts and hugged Xiao Ma in his arms.
Surprised, "Long time no see, how are you, little one? Did you miss me after not seeing me for so long?"
The fruits in the air, without the support of the martial arts, fell onto the coffee table with a "crackling" sound. Some of them rolled to the ground, spinning in circles.
Jiang Shuo turned around and smiled at Zhou Xue: "Xiaoxue, its name is Shengxue, and both your names have the word 'xue' in them."
Zhou Xue approached curiously and gently stroked Sheng Xue's white, satin-like mane.
His eyes fell on the collar around its neck: "It has a collar, right? Is that its name on the tag?"
"Yes!" Jiang Shuo responded proudly, "I customized this for it in Victoria. The name on it is its exclusive mark."
Mu Xiaoji was watching the children playing with a smile on his face. When he caught sight of Shengxue, he paused, slowly stood up, and turned to look at the door.
At the door, Jiang Chengyu stood there, his clothes covered in mud.
Her hair was a little messy, and she stood quietly in the light and shadow, like a painting that had been crumpled and unfolded.
Sheng Xue suddenly broke free from Jiang Shuo's arms, ran to Jiang Chengyu's feet, rubbed her head against his trouser leg, and her whimpering voice was full of dependence.
"Shengxue, don't run, where are you going?" Jiang Shuo shouted hurriedly, his eyes following the direction of Xiao Ma towards the door, and the smile on his face froze instantly.
Zhou Xue also looked over and asked quietly, "Jiang Shuo, who... who is that uncle?"
Jiang Shuo didn't say anything, just pursed his lips.
Jiang Chengyu's gaze shifted from the children to Mu Xiaoji.
The other person's face looked rounder than before, his waist seemed a little thicker, and he exuded a sense of stability and worldliness.
He looked down at the equally chubby Shengxue at his feet, and suddenly couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, but then retracted it in an instant, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.
He has a white horse named Shengxue, which only Mu Xiaoji knows. Jiang Shuo bought the little white horse from Victoria and it must have been Mu Xiaoji's intention to give it to him.
I just saw that Mu Xiaoji has gained a lot of weight compared to when the two of them were together before. He must have gained weight in the past six months!
He also saw that Sheng Xue had gained a lot of weight compared to when he gave it to him. When he compared the two, he smiled inadvertently.
It was this emotion at that moment that was accurately captured by Mu Xiaoji.
"What are you laughing at?" Mu Xiaoji spoke first, his tone calm but with a hint of inquiry.
Jiang Chengyu's heart skipped a beat, and he muttered silently, "He caught such a subtle expression?
Or... is he asking about Choubao?" He paused guiltily and didn't respond.
Mu Xiaoji smiled and broke the silence: "Mr. Jiang, long time no see. Thank you for your hard work. Go wash up quickly. Dinner will be ready soon."
Jiang Chengyu nodded, and without further delay, he turned and walked towards the stairs. Mu Xiaoji didn't look away until the door upstairs clicked shut.
On the ground, Shengxue picked up an apple that had rolled to the corner from somewhere and was lying there.
He nibbled it slowly and relishingly, the juice flowing down the corners of his mouth, adding a bit of life to the brief silence.
The table was steaming hot. The old lady sat at the head of the table, holding a piece of silk in her hand, and her eyes swept over everyone gently.
Mu Xiaoji sat beside her and carefully helped her pick up a piece of tender pork ribs.
He poured another spoonful of pork rib soup: "Grandma, try this soup, it's very fresh and nourishing, drink more."
The old lady nodded, drank a mouthful of soup, and suddenly seemed to remember something. She looked at Mu Xiaoji and said, "Grandson, where's Xiaoyue? Why didn't you bring her back with you this time?"
"I came back in a hurry this time. An old man has a birthday the day after tomorrow, so it's not convenient to bring her back."
Mu Xiaoji comforted her softly, "Next time, I will definitely bring her back to pay my respects to you."
As he was speaking, Song Shijie came down from the stairs, having changed into a navy blue casual outfit. He had shed his workplace sharpness and gained a bit of homely relaxation.
Shen Rou came out of the kitchen carrying the last plate of steamed fish. Seeing him, she asked, "Ajie, why did you come back first? Where's Cheng Yu?"
Song Shijie walked to the dining table and was stunned, looking puzzled and said: "He should have come back today.
He went straight to the construction site after the meeting this morning and was not at the company. I thought he had already arrived home."
As he was about to reach for his phone, he said, "I'll give him a call to see where he is."
"Dad, don't fight." Mu Xiaoji quickly held his hand, "He's back and is washing upstairs.
I guess he was covered in dust from the construction site and wanted to clean himself up before coming down."
Just as he finished speaking, his trouser leg was suddenly bumped gently, and he whimpered with a hint of coquettishness.
Song Shijie looked down and saw Shengxue rubbing her head against his legs, looking at him with her bright black eyes, and holding half an apple in her mouth.
He couldn’t help but chuckle, and bent down to touch Shengxue’s head: “Heh, this little guy is back too.
Before, Cheng Yu received the news that your mother was ill in G City and gave it to Jiang Li.
Jiang Li helped take care of the child for more than half a month, and after Cheng Yu came back, she stuck to him every day.
He never left its side, afraid to abandon it again, as if he didn't want it anymore, following it everywhere he went."
After saying that, he sat down next to Mu Xiaoji, took the bottle of wine, and poured himself a glass.
Shen Rou brought the last plate of garlic broccoli to the table and reached out to touch Jiang Shuo's little head.
He doted on her, "Stinky treasure, go upstairs and call your little daddy to come down for dinner. It will be bad if the food gets cold."
Jiang Shuo was stirring the soup in the small bowl with a spoon, and said angrily without even looking up:
"If he weren't a child, he would come down by himself after he finished his work." There was a hint of reluctance in his tone.
Zhou Xue listened from the side, quietly tugged at the corner of his clothes, and asked in a low voice:
"That... that dirty uncle at the door just now, is he the little daddy who was sleeping all the time and whom you always said you would protect well?"
Jiang Shuo tightened his grip on the spoon and nodded with a serious face.
"Then why were you so cold when you saw him just now?" Zhou Xue was puzzled.
She remembered that Jiang Shuo had a fight with his grandfather at the gate in order to prevent his grandfather from taking his little dad's heart and lungs for his father's heart and lung transplant surgery.
It is conceivable how important little daddy is in his life.
"I wasn't cold to him," Jiang Shuo put down the spoon, his voice filled with a hint of anger and subtle grievance, "He was the one who didn't want me first."
Song Shijie listened from the side, frowning slightly, put down his chopsticks and stood up: "You guys eat first, I'll go call him down."
Mu Xiaoji opened his mouth and wanted to say "I'll go", but he swallowed the words back and didn't say anything in the end.
Song Shijie walked to the door of the bedroom on the second floor, knocked twice gently, and called out in a deep voice, "Cheng Yu?"
There was no movement inside. He hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and pushed open the door.
There was no light in the room, only a little light coming in from the moonlight outside the window.
Jiang Chengyu sat behind a large desk, motionless. That desk was the one Jiang Shuo used to practice calligraphy when he was a child.
He leaned back in his chair, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he had fallen asleep. The faint bluish-black color under his eyes was the result of his eyelashes cast in the moonlight.
There is a laptop on the table with several red circles marked on it. These should be places and matters that require special attention!
The phone screen next to me was still on, stuck in a chat with the department manager.
The last message was from the other party: "I will go to the site early tomorrow morning to confirm the materials. You can rest assured to leave it to me."
Song Shijie looked at his tired appearance, walked out lightly, and closed the door gently.
Returning to the restaurant, he said in a deep voice, "Everyone, eat first. No need to wait for him."
Everyone looked over at him with confusion.
Song Shijie sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and softened his voice: "The child must be too tired and fell asleep while sitting at the table. I didn't have the heart to wake him up, so let him sleep."
Mu Xiaoji was heartbroken when he heard these words. He lowered his head and ate the rice in the bowl.
I put the grains into my mouth, but I couldn't taste anything. My throat just felt dry, as if I was holding a ball of unmelted wax in my mouth.
It was late at night and the villa was silent. Mu Xiaoji lay on the bed, tossing and turning, his mind full of Jiang Chengyu's dusty appearance at the door.
He quietly got up and opened the door. The tightly closed bedroom door opposite was like an invisible wall, blocking his view, making him suddenly feel a little breathless.
He walked down the stairs lightly. The night light in the living room cast a circle of dim light, just illuminating the path under his feet.
He turned on a dim light in the kitchen, and water flowed into the iron pot. Flames jumped up and licked the bottom of the pot.
He skillfully beat an egg, and golden flowers immediately bloomed in the wok. Then he threw in a handful of noodles, and the boiling water wrapped around the snow-white noodles.
Finally, he cut a handful of green coriander, added a few slices of braised beef, and placed the fried egg firmly on top - that was Jiang Chengyu's favorite way to eat it.
Mu Xiaoji picked up the bowl of noodles and sniffed it first. The familiar aroma filled the air.
The corners of his mouth curved up, but his eyes were a little hot: "Little Monster, you can leave me, but don't be too hard on yourself."
He carried the noodles and walked step by step to the bedroom door. His hand hung on the door handle for a long time before he finally mustered up the courage to push the door open with a click.
The moonlight in the room reflected from the window and fell on the sleeping face behind the desk.
Jiang Chengyu leaned back in his chair with his head tilted, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was restless even in a dream.
Mu Xiaoji tiptoed over and just put the bowl on the table, he saw Jiang Chengyu's brows twitch - perhaps he smelled the fragrance.
He slowly opened his eyes and raised his hand to rub his sore neck. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of a figure standing in the darkness. His body stiffened suddenly, obviously startled.
"Don't be afraid, it's me." Mu Xiaoji's voice sounded particularly soft in the night.
He pushed the bowl aside, his voice choked with a barely perceptible sob.
"Is this how you take care of yourself? After a tiring day, you don't eat and just sleep wherever you can?"
Jiang Chengyu didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly. His eyes couldn't be seen in the darkness, only his breathing seemed to be out of rhythm.
"I'm the one who's sorry to you," Mu Xiaoji sniffed and spoke in a softer voice.
"Even if you choose to leave me, you should live a good life... Look at you now, I almost don't recognize you."
As soon as he finished speaking, a clear "gurgling" sound was heard in the quiet room - it was Jiang Chengyu's stomach growling.
But he still didn't move, still maintaining that posture, like a silent stone statue.
Mu Xiaoji said nothing more and turned to walk towards the door.
Jiang Chengyu sat in the dark, listening to the varying degrees of footsteps. It was the sound of his prosthetic limbs tapping on the floor, each one like a knock on his heart.
Until his back walked out of the room and the door clicked shut.
(Fans, do you have any questions after reading this? Feel free to leave a comment and discuss the Jiang Mu relationship together.)