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    Xu Bai, washed up but did not sleep.

    He lay on the bed, tossing and turning, thinking about everything that had just happened in the garden, thinking - was Mr. Fu teasing him?

    He is so kind to me, does it mean that he has a chance?

    But Mr. Fu, what a "pure and pure" person.

    The gourd baby is nestled on Xu Bai's soft pillow, seven in a row surrounding Xu Bai's head like a halo, as if this can absorb one more signal for Xu Bai.

    After a while, Xu Bai took out his phone to see if Fu Xitang was still online. When he opened it, he saw Qu Li's latest post on Moments.

    Calabash¡¯s father: Great Rift Valley & Mount Kilimanjaro [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]

    Xu Bai quickly clicked on the picture and took a look, and sat up in shock.

    He was helping people look after their children here, but it turned out that the child¡¯s father took his wife to travel to Africa!  But in just one day, he actually ran to Africa!  Look at the Great Rift Valley!

    Why didn¡¯t the Great Rift Valley bury him? Xu Bai calmly decided to block Qu Li again.

    Looking at the picture again, Qu Li is holding a beautiful walnut from behind. The background is the mountains shrouded in clouds and mist, which is beautiful and romantic.

    Xu Bai angrily ate a meal of dog food, looking at Calabash Baby with a hint of resentment in his eyes.  He seemed to be eating dog food all the time in the past two days, eating a ton at a time, until he doubted his life.

    Why wasn¡¯t he like this when he didn¡¯t like anyone before?

    I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight.

    Xu Bai ran to the window again, scratched his ivy brother, and asked, "What is Mr. Fu doing?"

    The ivy brother crawled over lazily with sleepiness. He was originally going to be angry with Xu Bai because Xu Bai took away his job of passing the dishes and chopsticks.  But the ivy brother is a good brother with a kind heart. He looked at Xu Bai's sincere eyes and softened his heart again, so he agreed to help him investigate.

    So Xu Bai waited and waited, leaning against the window to enjoy the breeze out of boredom.

    After about ten minutes, the ivy brother came back and brought him a green fruit the size of a table tennis ball, and then gestured - this is for you, sir.

    Give me a fruit?

    Xu Bai asked doubtfully: "What kind of fruit is this?"

    The ivy brother: honey fruit.

    Xu Bai: "What is honey fruit? Why have I never heard of it?"

    Brother Ivy: I haven¡¯t heard of it either. This is what my husband said. He said he would give it to you.

    So Xu Bai didn¡¯t ask any more questions, thanked the ivy brother and let him go to bed.

    After the ivy brother left, Xu Bai closed the window and returned to bed with the fruit.  The fruit was still stained with clean water and had obviously been washed, so he took a big bite - it was sweet and refreshing, and the taste was great.

    "Wait a minute, why was the ivy brother discovered by Mr. Fu again?"

    Xu Bai suddenly realized this fact, fearing that Mr. Fu would have another hostage situation. After eating the fruit, he hid the book and the airplane model in the drawer, turned off the light and went to sleep.

    The next day, Xu Bai and Fu Xitang went out together.  Xu Bai went to film, and Fu Xitang went to see Shang Si.  As he waved goodbye, Xu Bai suddenly felt as if they were really a couple living under the same roof, going out to work together.

    Turning around, Ayan was sitting in front of the small building carrying a small horse, with a nest of gourd babies on her head, yawning all the time.

    Xu Bai suddenly had a fatal delusion that he wanted to support his family.

    Today¡¯s filming, Zhu Ziyi is also here.

    When dinner was served, the trio of monsters reunited, sitting around and whispering.

    Zhu Ziyi squinted at Xu Bai and asked, "What did you do with Young Master Ye the day before yesterday?"

    Xu Bai also squinted at him: "Is your news too late?"

    "What? Brother Xu, you and Young Master Ye went out?" Jiang Sheng was confused.

    Zhu Ziyi glanced over coldly, "There is no bonus this month."

    Jiang Sheng felt like he was mourning his heir, secretly hating himself for talking so much.

    Xu Bai said: "We went to the monster study and saw Mr. Fu from the past in the book. As for the rest, we can't say anything else."

    Zhu Ziyi nodded to express his understanding, and then gave another warning: "Sihai's anniversary is coming soon, and this time it's the sixtieth anniversary. You happen to be filming in Beijing, so you can't miss it again. I'll go and talk to Director Yao later.  Hello, on that day you can finish work an hour early and get dressed up."

    ¡°It¡¯s just the company¡¯s anniversary, there¡¯s no need to start it?Welcome him in politely, even friendly.  Because this was his teacher and his father's teacher. He was famous and had students all over the world.

    In Shen Qingshu¡¯s memory, this teacher was dedicated to teaching and educating people, indifferent to fame and fortune, and was very generous to all students.  When his father was not at home, he often asked Shen Qingshu to come over for dinner and took good care of him since he was a child.

    But here he comes, on the last day before Shen Qingshu's death, on such a critical day, he came in the rain to visit.

    After Shen Qingshu figured it out in the study that day, many problems that he couldn't figure out before were solved.  In these nine short days, he was trapped in this maze of time, and everyone who visited must be related to the story of his death.

    So, how could the teacher he always respected show up?

    The more he walked into the house and talked with him, the more doubts he felt in Shen Qingshu's heart.  But he is no longer the Shen Qingshu he was two days ago. After experiencing what happened to his father, even if he is confused, he can look ahead unswervingly and no longer waver.

    He is already dead, isn¡¯t he?  He should be more fearless.

    So in the next half day, even though Shen Qingshu was suffering from inner torture and unwilling to doubt the teacher, he still worked hard to deal with him with all his strength.

    Every word may be a trap.

    Every slight change in tone may be a sign that storm is coming.

    He was careful and careful every step of the way, just like playing a game on a chess field.

    This is a war without gunpowder, all warmth is an illusion, and all concerns are deep in the bones.

    Although Fu Xitang couldn't see what was going on in the small building next door, he could hear it.  As long as he wanted to, any trouble that happened in these two houses could not be hidden from his ears.

    Flowers and trees have no eyes, but they can sense the world.

    It feels like listening to a book.

    He seemed to have returned to the days when he was taking care of the opera garden. Everyone respected him and called him "Mr. Fu". Whenever there was a big play, they always came to invite him to see it in person.

    Xu Bai also always calls him "Mr. Fu", but his "Mr. Fu" seems to be different from others.

    That voice of Mr. Fu contained a hint of pure admiration.  Sometimes there will be a hint of surprise, or a hint of gratitude, and a hint like the sweetness floating in the wind from nowhere.

    Fu Xitang had been listening to the book for many days. He opened the book to that page and did not move.

    After a long time, he finally thought of what Xu Bai looked like - he was like a bowl of iced mung bean soup on a hot summer day.

    ?Clean and refreshing like transparent mint water, dotted with beautiful red and green silk, sweet winter melon candy and candied dates.  But he didn't just have those flashy and dispensable things, there were glutinous rice and mung beans in the bowl.

    Thinking of this, Fu Xitang tapped the pages of the book with his fingertips, closed his eyes, and continued to listen quietly to the play next door, his expression becoming more and more relaxed.

    It took more than ten days to shoot this important scene, and it is finally almost finished.

    Shen Qingshu still did not lose himself in such an intense verbal exchange. Instead, he slowly extracted the truth from his teacher's mouth.

    His teacher was the traitor who passed on the information. He used the excuse of "keeping a check on Shen's father" to read the manuscripts that Shen's father wanted to publish in the newspaper. This was something he often did for his students. Of course, Shen's father did not  Will be suspicious.

    After the manuscript was sent back, it was only slightly deleted. Father Shen, out of trust in his mentor, would not get to the bottom of it just for one or two words.  As a result, countless pieces of information were mixed into the manuscript and published.

    This last visit on the last day gave Shen Qingshu only two choices, to seek refuge or to die.

    Fu Xitang listened attentively, suddenly curious about the final direction of the story.  Shen Qingshu died in the end, but the story will never end here.

    At this time, Fu Xitang¡¯s visitors also arrived.

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