Since Zhuang Shuyi burned Qingzi's letter, he has never accepted letters from her again. Every day, a large stack of letters are returned.

The messenger was completely tired of sending her letters. If Yangbo hadn't stuffed him seven or eight silver dollars, I'm afraid the small courtyard wouldn't have received any more letters.

"Liuliu, what are you doing?" Yang Bo looked at Zhuang Shuyi who was boxing in the yard with strange eyes. She hadn't picked up these for several years, and now she seems to be not at all unfamiliar.

"I'm thinking. If one day women can go to the battlefield, I want to go and kill our enemies." Zhuang Shuyi took a step forward and swept it up and brought a gust of wind.

Yangbo was silent. He didn't know how to respond. Kill people? He was not unfamiliar with it at all. Blood splattered on his face, as if it was ignited by fire. But this word did not match her at all.

Or, he would probably never imagine that such words would be said from her mouth in his life. How could a person like her kill? No, she would not even have the emotions of hurting others or even hating others.

She was too kind, better than books, Liuli, and Baiyu. To be honest, if Yang Bo had not accompanied her all the way, I wouldn't have believed that there was a pure and flawless fool like her in the world.

And a fool like her cannot kill anyone. Even if her hypoxia has been cured, it is impossible unless her heart is replaced.

Zhuang Shuyi understood how naive and ridiculous what she said was. If a weak woman like her could kill the enemy, there would be no way, and tens of thousands of strong men would not be able to defeat the enemy from a small island country.

But she really thought so. If, if one day, they really launched a war of resistance, she would be the first person to burn the flames.

She prayed countless times, and when she woke up the next morning, she could hear the horn of war and see the flag of victory rising on all the lands. But every day, she was disappointed.

Everything seemed to have never happened, calm and peaceful, as if the black soil had never been forced to separate from my mother. Why did everyone ignore it? The enemy was obviously by my side!

The calmer the days were, the more depressed Zhuang Shuyi became. She went crazy and studied hard, like a sponge. Because she could do nothing and could do nothing.

"Student Zhuang, you should make a decision. Which subject to choose to continue studying?"

"Professor, I don't know. Is there any one that can kill our enemies? Is there anything that can change the present? I still don't know. Can you tell me which one is better?"

"Learning is not for killing people, nor for the present. It is for the future."

"I don't understand. If there is no present, where will the future come from?"

Professor Zhuang Shuyi left in dissatisfaction. She was almost crazy. So she couldn't hear other people's voices. Even Yangbo couldn't hear them. This scared him.

If Liuliu was not Zhuang Shuyi, then what would he become?

"Liuliu, what are you doing?" This is the ninth time this month. Yangbo found that she was getting up without sleeping in the middle of the night. Of course he understood her anxiety and worries, but he did not expect it to be so serious.

Zhuang Shuyi seemed to be sleepwalking, and then he was awakened by his voice and put down the knife in his hand. "I...what am I doing? I just remember to drink a sip of water. Then."

She stared at the knife like a possessed man for a while, and couldn't help but stretch out her hand. In fact, she didn't even know what she was doing.

Yang Bo stepped forward and hugged her, and then he found that her whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and her forehead was astonishingly burning. "Liuliu, you have a fever. I'll call the doctor."

"No, don't go. Don't leave me." Zhuang Shuyi was already burning out of mind. Perhaps she had lost her mind since that day and had no time to wake up again.

Zhuang Shuyi's eyes were blurred and his hands and feet were weak, but he still held his hand firmly and refused to tell him to leave. "Please, don't leave me. You are the only one, I am the only one. A Nian."

"I won't leave you. What's wrong with you? Liuliu, I've been here, I'll be by your side all the time. So don't be afraid." Yangbo hugged her tightly, picked her up, wanted to put her on the bed, and then called the doctor.

But obviously, she was already frightened, and the fears hidden in her heart over the past few days were finally revealed. She has never been a person with a sense of security.

She seemed to live forever on a boat sailing above the sea and could not find the direction. The ship was covered with patches and even the helmsman was dead. The ship should have had flags flying on it, but now it has been burned completely.

She couldn't help but feel anxious all day long.

Because this seems like a journey that is destined to sink.

"How is Liuliu?" In the chaos, Zhuang Shuyi vaguely heard the anxious voice of his elder sister.

"The fever has subsided. But the doctor said he would take medicine again. Miss..." It was A Nian's voice.

"You call me a lady!" If the eldest sister is really angry, it wouldn't be like this. Uncle Zhuang couldn't help but smile. The eldest sister recognized him.

"...Sister. Do you want to go to the guest room to take a rest? You must be exhausted after just returning from work." Yang Bo also understood this, so his voice was particularly gentle.

"Good boy, I'm not tired. Go and rest. I think you haven't been in a night's sleep. When this girl is sick, you always feel more uncomfortable than anyone else. I know yours. Go and sleep for a while, get up and make some food for her. If you miss breakfast, she will definitely be very upset."

Oh, breakfast.

Yang Bo shook his head. "No need. I'm fine. And she..." Yang Bo showed Zhuang Boyong the hands that the two people connected together, sweetly and helplessly.

This girl was almost a fool who was burning, and she didn't let go. She really convinced her.

Zhuang Boyong immediately seemed to be choked. After a while, he reached out his hand and pinched her nose. "You are a marshmallow, right?"

"No." Zhuang Shuyi made a weak voice and retorted unwillingly. "Is I... OK, it's better to be a cotton candy."

Yang Bo and Zhuang Boyong immediately laughed. Even if this girl was not dizzy, she still had a lot of fear. Yang Bo's heart calmed down a little.

She is still the same one, and she has not changed.

"You girl, why are you afraid of your own zodiac sign? It's just..." Zhuang Boyong was laughing at her. Just as he was about to say that word, Zhuang Shuyi suddenly covered his mouth. "My God, lie down soon. Okay, I won't say it anymore. It's all like this, how did you jump up?"

Zhuang Shuyi had exhausted her strength just now, and now she really had no strength to argue with her, so she could only stare at her sister unwillingly.

"I think you'd better wait and think about how to take revenge on me. The silly girl, lie down obediently." Zhuang Boyong laughed.

When the heat faded, Zhuang Shuyi's anxiety calmed down slightly. It was useless to be anxious. What she could do now was just to live a good life now.

Professor Zhuang Shuyi talked with Professor Zhuang again, but in the end he did not decide which major she should choose. The professor was reluctant to bury her talent, and Zhuang Shuyi lost her direction.

Until one morning, Zhuang Shuyi found the child curled up in a ball under the ginkgo tree at the door of his house.

A Japanese child.
Chapter completed!