During this period, the key to his door was still with her. Every evening when she came back, if he hadn't returned yet, she would usually press the key under a stone at his door.

Zhao Nanxiao opened the door and saw Xu Shu bent over and plucking the stone on the ground.

"Are you back? There is no hot water in the bathroom. I still have a few bottles left here. It was brought to me by Sister Cai and the others in the evening. Take it to wash it." Zhao Nanxiao said.

"I just came back and passed by the bathroom and rushed down casually, no need."

He took the key and stood up. Only then did Zhao Nanxiao see his short hair wet.

"Then you go into the house and wipe it dry." Zhao Nanxiao said immediately.

"Take the electric heater on my side and bake it, don't freeze it." She added.

He didn't respond, and the key was inserted into the keyhole, opened the door, and stopped for a while when he opened it.

"Xiao Chen said, will your plane be at noon tomorrow?"

"Yeah." She responded softly.

"It will take several hours to pass on the road. I told them that I will send you there at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning, and you can prepare."

He pushed open the door.

"Hey! Take the electric heater over, tomorrow anyway..."

Anyway, she will leave tomorrow, so there is no need.

She stopped and didn't finish her words. Seeing that he didn't move, she turned around and planned to give it to him by herself.

"No."

He seemed to see her intention and made a sound to stop her.

"I'm not cold, you can use it for another night, don't take it for me."

His voice was low and he looked at her after saying that.

Zhao Nanxiao stopped at the door, and the two looked at each other.

At this time, Ren Gong, who lives in the supervision company that passed by, opened the door, looked out, and looked at this side: "Hey, Xiao Xu, you are back! I have some problems with my computer at night. I still have a job to use tomorrow. Can you please help me with it?"

"Okay, I'll go to your house when I change my clothes."

He responded, glanced at her again, and walked into the door.

Zhao Nanxiao also slowly closed the door.

When he came back from Ren Gong, it was almost twelve o'clock in the evening. Then, there was no movement in the next room.

One night passed and it was dawn.

At seven o'clock, Zhao Nanxiao pulled the trolley case and opened the door. Seeing that Xu Shu had come out, he stood alone on the road in front of the door, smoking a cigarette. Hearing the movement of her opening the door, he turned his head, looked at her, threw away the cigarette, stepped on the ground, and then walked over and took the trolley case in her hand.

"Let's go, the car is ahead."

He said, lifted the box and walked forward.

Zhao Nanxiao followed him, seven or eight steps away from him. When he arrived in front of the car, he saw that Lao Huang and the others had arrived, and were talking to Lao Chen, Lao Jiang and Chen Songnan who were coming out to see him off.

"Xiao Xu, then I'll ask you to take them to the airport. Thank you so much."

After thanking him, Old Chen turned to Zhao Nanxiao: "Xiao Zhao, you have worked hard during this period. You have returned. Have a few more days off with Huyuan to relax."

Zhao Nanxiao smiled: "I know. Director Chen, you should also pay attention to your health here. There are also Huang Gong, Xiao Chen, you guys are the same. I'll leave first."

Xu Shu, Lao Chen and others said nothing after a brief greeting. They put her box in the trunk, then got straight into the car and got into the driver's seat.

The people from the design institute finally said goodbye. Zhao Nanxiao followed Lao Huang and others into the car, left the construction site, and headed towards the airport.

If you can get out of the construction site and get home at night at the latest, Lao Huang and others are in a good mood. They chatted all the way, and the topic started from the industry trends, and they talked about stocks and finances, and the international situation.

In sharp contrast to the activity of Lao Huang and others, Xu Shu, who was silent all the way and Zhao Nanxiao, and Zhao Nanxiao.

Her silence was finally interrupted because the phone rang about halfway through the road.

It was called by my mother Chen Xiaoman.

Zhao Nanxiao didn't really want to answer, and there was someone next to her, so she called.

Another reason why she didn't answer was that she knew what her mother wanted to ask without answering, so she lowered her hair and sent her a message. Before she could type a complete sentence, the call ringtone rang again.

Zhao Nanxiao had no choice but to pick it up.

"Xiao Nan, why didn't you answer my phone just now? You hung up my phone! Where are you now? Why are you doing, you didn't change your mind, right?"

As soon as the phone was heard, the mother's unhappiness and reproach like a cannon came, and the sound was still very loud. Although the phone was not turned on, Zhao Nanxiao's suspicion was heard by Lao Huang and the others beside him, because the few people who were originally red in debate about the international situation stopped and turned their heads to look at him.

She hurriedly leaned over and whispered: "It's not convenient to answer. I was about to send you a message. I forgot to tell you last night that I'll go back today, and it's on the way."

My mother's voice finally eased a little, but she was still blaming: "What's wrong? Didn't you tell me to set the time to tell me early? Why didn't you say it yesterday? I don't know if you were back today, and there was something to do. I went to Shanghai with Xiao Zhou to attend an art auction..."

"Mom, you really don't need to answer. I'll go back by myself, you're busy with yours."

Zhao Nanxiao suppressed the irritability that surged in his heart and responded in a gentle tone in front of his colleagues.

"Really, then you will go home immediately if you arrive..."

"I know, that's it, I'm dead."

Zhao Nanxiao hung up the phone quickly and looked up to see that Lao Huang and others were looking at him. He was a little embarrassed and smiled as if nothing had happened. Then he leaned against the back of the chair and pretended to sleep.

Lao Huang and his wife continued to talk about the world. When they were about to arrive at the airport, Zhao Nanxiao's cell phone rang again.

This time my mother called it.

"Xiao Nan, mom remembered it. I just forgot to tell you that you would contact Teacher An when you go back. Mom told Teacher An about your desire to change careers and study again. He is a senior in this field. He said he would talk to you and know your intentions specifically and tailor it to you the most suitable major and school. Do you have his contact information?"

"I know, I'll do it, that's it." Zhao Nanxiao wanted to hang up the phone.

"Wait! What should I do? Do you know how busy he is? How many people spend money to consult him? If it weren't for the sake of my mother, he would have done his best? If you go back, I will contact him tomorrow!"

In recent years, Zhao Nanxiao has felt that her mother has become more and more stubborn in everything related to her, and sometimes even reaches the point of talking to herself. She was not such a person before.

She knew why her mother became like this. It was precisely because of this that she advised herself to understand her as much as possible to reduce the opposition and conflict between mother and daughter that she did not want to see.

What's more, people are in the car now, besides colleagues, there are also...

She looked at the motionless back in front of her, not wanting to show too much emotion in front of others, and whispered again: "I understand, I'm dead."

She hung up the phone, took a long breath, and exuded the stuffy air in her chest.

"Xiao Zhao, what's wrong?" Lao Huang expressed his concern.

"It's nothing, it's my mother." She responded vaguely.

The airport is not far away. The car passed by the small hotel where Zhao Nanxiao had stayed overnight when he first came over, and soon arrived at the entrance of the hall.

Xu Shu stopped the car.

"Oh, it's been here. Xiao Xu, thank you for your hard work. We have taken our luggage and you don't have to send us in. You can go back early..."

Lao Huang and the others smiled and were kind to Xu Shu, ready to get out of the car and get the box. At this time, the call from Zhao Nanxiao's cell phone rang again.

When Zhao Nanxiao saw that it was her mother calling again.

She held it in a bad mood and started to pick it up.

"Xiao Nan, it's a coincidence. You should send me the flight information quickly! Xu Hui just contacted me and knew that you were back today. He said that you would send someone to the airport in the afternoon and he could pick you up! You should still remember Xu Hui, which one, you are here, before the Chinese New Year..."

I endured the dissatisfaction that was rumbling all the way in my heart, and I could no longer suppress it.

"Mom, are you endless? I beg you, don't call me again! I won't reply, I can't reply, right?"

Zhao Nanxiao could no longer bear it. He ignored the fact that there were people around him and could not control himself. He suddenly burst out and shouted at his mother on the other end of the phone.

Lao Huang and the others were about to push the door and get out of the car, but they all stopped and turned their heads to look at her.

Xu Shu also turned around.

Shen Xiaoman on the other end of the phone was confused and quickly reacted.

"Xiao Nan, what are you talking about! What is your attitude, how do you talk to your mother..."

"What's wrong with this attitude! I won't reply anymore, don't bother to arrange so many things! I'm dead!"

Zhao Nanxiao hung up the phone and looked up to see a car of people looking at him. Old Huang looked surprised and calmed down. He smiled reluctantly at the people: "Sorry, I'm laughing. Master Huang, please go back, I won't go back."

Old Huang and his wife looked at each other and probably guessed that it was a mother and daughter quarreling. After a few yells, they got out of the car.

Zhao Nanxiao was still in the car, motionless.

Xu Shu glanced at her and quickly went down to help Lao Huang get things.

Lao Huang took the box, walked over, knocked on the car window glass: "Xiao Zhao, you really won't go back?"

"Sorry, Master Huang, please go back first." Zhao Nanxiao lowered the window glass and said with a smile.

"Okay, that's fine, so let's go in first. Xiao Xu, please send Xiao Zhao back first."

Old Huang and Xu Shu shook hands and said goodbye, and each brought their own things into the airport lobby.

Xu Shu got into the car, slammed the door, sat back in the front driver's seat, put his hands on the steering wheel, didn't leave at first, and didn't say anything. After a while, he suddenly turned around and looked at her: "That... aren't you going back? If you really don't go back, I'll take you back! You can't stop at the door here for a long time."

"Let's go."
To be continued...