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Han Zhou was stunned. His mind was basically on the status bar and points before. He really didn't have any expectations for this guy. He didn't expect this to become a plus point...
He pondered for a while and said strangely: "Your definition of expectation is quite broad. Why do I feel that you simply don't like others to teach you how to do things?"
"I don't deny this. I do hate it when others make demands on me, just like my mom forces me to study. But isn't it also a kind of expectation to do things according to other people's ideas?"
Han Zhou was about to refute, but suddenly thought of something and said absentmindedly: "That's why you used conditional exchange to get along with me from the beginning, even if you admitted that we are friends, it is still like this, because conditional exchange does not count as making demands, so you can avoid the things you hate..."
There was one more thing he didn't say, which was that Mo Yixia insisted on doing this perhaps so that she wouldn't hate him - she didn't intend to change herself or others, so she deliberately maintained this way of getting along.
If that's true, it would be really awkward... Han Zhou felt that he finally had a deeper understanding of Mo Yixia.
But he suddenly thought of something.
Mo Yixia did not respond to his words, and changed the subject again, asking, "Where was my dream just now?"
Han Zhou didn't care. After thinking for a while, he said, "You said that I have developed real feelings for you."
"Oh, that's really emotional. Keep talking then."
Mo Yixia pondered, "Even in dreams, I still hate other people's expectations, so I actually like my ordinariness, because this way I am not worthy of anyone's expectations, like weeds on the road."
"The only thing I don't like is that you're tone-deaf, because I really like singing and I also want to get praise from others occasionally, so people like you who have to force yourself to praise me just to get a free meal and are destined to have no expectations of me are exactly what I like."
"But now that I think about it, expectations are clearly what I hate the most. I regard them as a heavy yoke, but I also expect you to accommodate me. Isn't this ironic?"
As he listened, Han Zhou suddenly understood.
The dream monologue mentioned in the limited-time mission does not really refer to a dream, but to Mo Yixia’s inner monologue. This is a rare moment for her to open her heart, and for some reason, she seems a little confused.
After thinking for a while, he asked, "So how do we develop feelings in dreams?"
"You think this is weird, don't you?"
Mo Yixia glanced at him and said, "I find it strange too, but there doesn't seem to be any special reason. It's just that the first time was strange, the second time was familiar, and the third and fourth times we slept on the kang, probably the so-called love grows over time. But our relationship hasn't changed much. You're still eating gigolos, and then you lie and praise my singing for being good."
Love grows over time...
Han Zhou pondered for a moment. Could it be that this guy was really having a wet dream?
Mo Yixia observed his reaction, sighed softly, and said in a melancholy tone: "It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. We didn't live happily because an accident happened."
This sounds like a common transition sentence in a story. Can you guarantee in all conscience that you are not making it up?
Han Zhou's eyes twitched, but he still cooperated and asked, "What accident?"
Mo Yixia sighed: "My real identity is actually the princess of a neighboring country. One day, the king led his army to the border and took me away from you. From then on, you never saw me again. You returned to your previous life of picking up garbage, crying all day long, and your life was worse than death."
“This is too old-fashioned…”
Han Zhou couldn't bear it any longer, and said sadly, "Also, you can just say that your ending and inner feelings are not good, why keep talking about me?"
"It's really old-fashioned, but it's like this in the dream. As for why you didn't mention my ending..."
Mo Yixia said with a sense of loss, "Because the dream ended here. I was quite sad in the dream, but after waking up, I saw you dancing beside me like a fool, and staring at me. Suddenly, I didn't feel so sad. The ending of being taken away is actually not bad."
"is it?"
Han Zhou laughed dryly. "The princess who was taken away easily forgot her companions who once supported each other. As far as the ending is concerned, it's not too cliché."
Mo Yixia glanced at him and said, "Let me correct you. We are not partners. We slept together on the kang several times. I even had a child when I was taken away..."
This guy always says shocking things and seems to have no sense of shame.
After a pause, her tone suddenly became more serious, "If you were allowed to choose, what ending would you choose?"
Han Zhou pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "What choice do I have as a homeless person? Do you have any unrealistic expectations of me?"
Mo Yixia turned her head and stared at him, emphasizing word by word: "Remember, I have your child."
"It's just a dream." Han Zhou gave a kind reminder.
"Even if it was a dream, I have your child."
"Are you starting to act rogue?"
Han Zhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After thinking for a while, he said seriously, "Then I should choose the old-fashioned ending, where the handsome boy counterattacks and takes back the princess, and they live a happy life..."
As the words fell, the room fell silent. The two of them maintained a tacit understanding and did not speak for a long time.
The silence was not broken until the air conditioner started up again, making a whirring sound to cool the room.
The thick curtains block the glare of the sun and the heat, and the air conditioner blows out cold air, making the room cool.
"are you cold?"
After a long silence, Mo Yixia suddenly asked.
Han Zhou was stunned, then stood up and said, "I'm fine. If you feel cold, I'll turn up the temperature of the air conditioner."
“No need.” Mo Yixia shook her head, drawing short lines on the paper with the tip of her pen, “Please bring me my school uniform jacket, so I won’t be cold when I put it on.”
She always did this, putting on her school uniform jacket when she felt cold, but this was the first time she asked Han Zhou to help her get her school uniform.
Including helping her get orange juice in the morning, which was also the first time.
She usually does these things by herself and never asks others for help.
Han Zhou handed her the school uniform hanging on the side. A faint fragrance entered his nose and he asked, "You haven't finished telling me your dream yet, right?"
Mo Yixia put on her school uniform, tucked her white arms into her sleeves, and tidied her long hair that was scattered behind her. She looked like she was about to go to school.
She answered irrelevantly: "My father will be back tomorrow."
"Ah."
"he……"
"He's the king who wants to take the princess to a neighboring country."
Han Zhou took over the girl's words and said with a smile, "You mean you will be taken away by your father, right?"
Mo Yixia's reaction was calm: "How do you know?"
Han Zhou smiled and said, "I remember you mentioned this before, saying that your dad would come back to pick you up. And I'm not a fool. You hinted at it just now, so how could I not see it?"
"It's not a hint, I really had that dream."
Mo Yixia was silent for a while, then spoke her mind, "I don't like that ending."
It didn't matter whether it was a dream or not. Han Zhou said thoughtfully, "So this is the thing you didn't want to tell me because you were worried that I would be angry. You wanted me to help you stay here, and you even did something in my name, right?"
"Correct."
Mo Yixia glanced at him flusteredly, with a rare guilty tone, "You, will you be angry with me?"
This is quite rare. Han Zhou couldn't help laughing and said, "I would have been angry, but then I remembered something, so I'm not angry anymore."
"what's up?"
"That's up to you to think about."
He imitated the other person's previous behavior and kept the secret in suspense, in order to retaliate against this guy's previous behavior.
But Mo Yixia didn't fall for it, and didn't ask any more questions. She just sighed and said, "People like me must be very annoying. I obviously hate other people's expectations, but now I want to force these expectations on you."
“It’s really annoying.”
Han Zhou nodded in agreement.
"Although this is the answer I expected, it's still a bit uncomfortable to hear you say this."
Mo Yixia said in frustration, "I'm really a contradictory person."
"Yes, very self-aware."
"Since I'm such an annoying and contradictory person, you will definitely not choose the old-fashioned ending again, right?"
She lowered her head, looking confused and helpless.
Han Zhou watched Mo Yixia perform quietly.
This method of pretending to be pitiful was too familiar. He had used it on this guy just the day before, so there was no way he would be fooled. He said with a headache: "Okay, stop playing the victim. What on earth have you learned from me..."
Seeing that she was seen through, Mo Yixia simply stopped pretending and immediately returned to her usual self, saying calmly: “Since you are not angry with me, can I understand that you are willing to help me?”
"Yes." Han Zhou sighed, "But I'm still confused for now. Do you have any solution now?"
"Yes, go tell my dad that we have a child."
"What the hell?"
Han Zhou seemed not to hear clearly.
"Go tell my dad we have a baby."
"last sentence."
Mo Yixia was not fooled and said with finality: "We have a child."
Han Zhou looked dejected. When will this guy stop talking nonsense?
He rolled his eyes, intending to take advantage of the opportunity: "I can help you, but in exchange, you have to promise to do something for me."
"Okay, but this can't be used to offset what you owe me before."
Han Zhou's thoughts were seen through once again, and he was defeated immediately.
Mo Yixia smiled without saying anything, stretching her arms and stretching.
The school uniform jacket was a little thin, but she didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that it was warmer than usual when she wore it, just like the orange juice in the morning was sweeter than usual.
If you think about it carefully, you obviously hate expectations. In fact, you don't need to have too many connections with a place. It's better to be a rootless person. It doesn't matter where you go, but why do you want to stay here?
She gave herself many reasons, but there was only one real reason -
As she thought yesterday, she just didn't want summer to end too early.
Yesterday was the first time she said "see you tomorrow" to someone. She always felt that she had not yet learned how to control her tone. This was a skill that needed to be learned, and she wanted to practice it a few more times.
Ten times, a hundred times, many times, until you learn it.
This guy has an obligation to teach himself.
Many things don't make sense. If she hadn't had that dream, if she hadn't seen this guy next to her when she woke up, she might not have said those words.
How to describe this complicated feeling?
I can't find an accurate adjective, but if I have to describe it, it's probably that I'm used to someone eating the fish that I don't like, and I'm used to having an easy-to-understand guy who can talk nonsense, and he's very interesting, and perhaps he can always satisfy my curiosity.