"Thank you."
Zhou Yifan didn't say much in front of strangers.
He nodded and gently closed the door after the waiter left.
He closed the door very gently, for fear of making too much noise and affecting the people living around him.
Because Zhou Yifan clearly knew that the rooms on his left and right were occupied by classmates from Mu Chuyue's class.
First, he carefully placed the wooden bolt on the door, and then the young man finally let out a heavy breath.
Today, I am really tired.
Carrying his tired little body, Zhou Fan threw himself on the soft bed, and everything that happened during the day flashed before his eyes again and again.
Even now, he feels a little unreal.
But when he thought that his mother, Zhou, was going to remarry someone else, the joy of being accepted as an alchemist's disciple was immediately washed away.
But Zhou Fan didn't know that as a son of man, he had no position to intervene in this matter.
It is true that his father passed away.
Is it possible that he still had to selfishly support his still charming mother and become a widow alone, not to mention dragging his two sons with him?
Now that she has found her destination for the rest of her life, she has no reason to object, both emotionally and rationally.
Thinking about these things gave Zhou Fan a headache, so he simply stopped thinking about them.
He jumped out of bed suddenly, not caring that he had already taken off his socks and threw them on the edge of the bed, and trotted towards the window with only a pair of bare little feet.
The cool air was blowing in the autumn night, and the young man wearing only the middle coat couldn't help but shudder.
But this window was never closed again.
Zhou Yifan rested his elbows on the window frame and stretched out most of the front half of his body.
A round moon was hanging in the cold night sky.
A trace of melancholy that should not appear at his age arises spontaneously.
Memories came to his mind like a flood, and the memories of the past replayed before his eyes over and over again.
In the past, Zhou Yifan rarely looked at the moon as seriously as he did today.
But I did see it.
It’s just that the scene at that time was very different from now: Zhou Fan's father is still alive.
The tall man avoids the family banquet, but he sets a table of wine and food alone in his own courtyard.
At that time, there was no Monday day as it is now.
The man only took the little Zhou Yifan and Zhou family, and the family of three drank under the moonlight.
Smelling the rich scent of osmanthus, the little boy secretly held a piece of delicate pastry in his mouth, but his heart was sweetened.
At that time, he didn't know how to appreciate the moon, nor did he realize that the full moon above his head was the beauty that so many people were looking forward to.
Now that Zhou Fan has grown up a lot, he knows how to appreciate the moon, but the moon in the sky is no longer as perfect as it was then.
It's an indescribable feeling, and I am destined to have no sleep tonight.
When Zhou Fan woke up, it was already bright.
He hit his head with a fist.
He felt hazy and the world in front of him was not as bright as before.
The door was still ringing loudly, and Zhou Yifan could no longer remember when he got back into bed last night.
In a daze, he just thought he was at home and wanted to touch it again, but suddenly he woke up again "Oops."
The master said yesterday that he would leave today.
He wouldn't delay his trip because of himself, right?
Zhou Yifan clattered down to the ground, putting on his shoes and running towards the door.
When the door opened, he saw a majestic middle-aged man standing opposite. xx4911131: