Chosen Son

Chapter 20 Laziness

Back in the mansion, it was already very late, after the nanny coaxed the child who was still full of thoughts to sleep, Gu Fan finally had a chance to catch his breath.After washing, he went to bed, leaned against the head of the bed and stared at the note for a long time, then threw it into the oil lamp and watched it turn into a pool of ashes.

There was a rustling electric sound in my mind, but no one spoke, as if expressing protest with silence.

Gu Fan lay on the bed and looked at the roof of the tent, and said weakly: "What are you making a fuss about?"

The sound of the electric current stopped abruptly, and then came the still serious voice of the system: "The reminder of the previous bet has been fulfilled, please keep it safe."

"Oh." Gu Fan pretended to exclaim, and put his hands behind his head, without even looking at the burning oil lamp, "I'm sorry, the way this note appears is too strange, I'm afraid it will If there is any problem, it will be burned, is it okay?"

After a brief silence, the system's voice rang again: "Oh, it's important, ten points of HP will be deducted."

The flat tone is paired with modal particles that do not express the tone, which is particularly suffocating.

Gu Fan: "..."

He suddenly felt the hand resting on his arm suddenly sore, numbly stiff, so stiff that groups of bullet screens floated in his mind, including "why does it hold grudges so much" "as the saying goes Well, the best way to sanction a rogue is to find someone who is more rogue than him" and a series of thunderous testimonials such as "I will lose my life points in the end".

Moonlight sneaked in through the half-opened windows, drawing half-dark shadows on the ground.Gu Fan put his hand down, moved his wrist, put aside all the miscellaneous jokes in his mind for the time being, and seriously thought about the meaning of 534.It's a pity that there are too many and few clues. He thought about it, but not only had no results, but he gradually became sleepy.

By the time he regained consciousness, it was already broad daylight.

Probably because he went too crazy last night, Gu Fan didn't see Yang Zheng after breakfast, thinking that the child might be lying in bed again, so he wandered to his residence while digesting food.

In fact, he seldom stepped into children's rooms. After all, even if he lived for too long, he was still an outsider to the Yang family. After pleading, he went in.

The house is very clean, and you can tell at a glance that it has been carefully arranged and cleaned all year round.The sharp utensils are placed in high places, and the fragile flowers and bonsai are also placed in corners that are not easy to hit. The beautiful and thick mahogany bed is covered with a thick gauze, which looks warm and comfortable.Gu Fan sighed that it is good to be rich, and went straight to lift the gauze curtain.

The child had actually woken up a long time ago, and was writhing on the bed while twisting the quilt, with an angry look on his face, when he saw him coming, he buried his face in the pillow and turned into an ostrich.

"Sir, I don't want to get up..."

Gu Fan let out a chuckle, inexplicably thinking of the days when he went to school with vacation syndrome after every holiday in his student days, his eyes were dull, his face was hopeless, his walking steps were as heavy as if he was tied with sandbags, and his condition was almost normal. It's the same as Yang Zheng now.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, and messed up Yang Zheng's hair that was arched like a chicken coop: "I don't want to get up now, didn't I work hard for the past half month?"

The child dodged his hand in grief and anger, and continued to bury himself in the quilt, trying to cheat on the grounds of not seeing, not hearing, not knowing, and didn't even make a sound, just humming stickily twice.

If it were the second wife or even any soft-hearted maidservant, he might have been fooled by him like this.But Gu Fan is not an ordinary person after all, not only remained unmoved, but silently counted three times when he saw that the child was really trying to continue pretending to be dead, he directly lifted the quilt, and said leisurely just before he got angry:

"From now on, every time you say a word, add half an hour to the class, and every time you delay half a cup of tea, practice one more calligraphy, you can figure it out."

Yang Zheng jumped up all of a sudden, and covered his mouth as soon as he uttered the word "you", but Mr. Gu, the hard-hearted Mr. Gu, didn't let go of his subconscious mistake at all, and started counting times with a drawn-out tone: "Okay—— For the first half hour, come on, I'll see when we're going to turn on the lights and read tonight."

The maid who brought in the clothes for Yang Zheng happened to hear this sentence, covered her mouth and laughed non-stop: "Mr. Gu has a way, but the young master will bear a grudge against you."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Zheng immediately "hummed" as if he wanted to express his dissatisfaction with her.

"I don't care if I hate me, and I won't lose a piece of meat." Gu Fan smiled while making room for her, "Didn't I tie him up with a rope and force him to read and write? If he doesn't want to , you can tell the master directly to let me get out immediately, and then continue to lie in the room and sleep. Anyway, it is not me who will be scolded for being unlearned and incompetent."

"Sir, that's what you said." The servant girl was even more amused by him, and knew that he was irritating the children, so she took advantage of the situation and gave a step, "Our young master likes you the most, how can you let Mr. Let's go, Mr. Gu, don't look down on people, the young master will get up in a while and write you a good calligraphy, which will impress you, young master, right?"

Yang Zheng didn't say a word, at least his small face softened a little, and he got dressed under the service of his maid.

When he finally recovered from the bad state of getting up and obediently followed behind Gu Fan, Gu Fan knelt down and pinched his face to ease his expression: "Do you know why I must let you get up today? ?”

Yang Zheng tilted his head and thought for a while: "Because today is the day of class."

Gu Fan was amused by his straightforward and simple words: "Yes, you are right."

"Also, everything is difficult at the beginning. If you can't get up today and start this bad start, then you don't want to think about it every day. You may still be struggling on the first day, feeling wandering in "let It’s a torment between “My husband is sad” and “making yourself comfortable”. On the second day, you will feel that it’s okay to take another day off today after taking a day off yesterday. On the third day, you will start to find all kinds of things for yourself For various reasons, day by day, you will become more and more negative and loosen your demands on yourself, until one day, you finally give up the habit of getting up early.”

Speaking of this, he paused and made a joke: "At that time, you can throw me out with peace of mind."

Yang Zheng listened to a long list in a daze, and he seemed to understand the first part, but the last sentence was clear, and he retorted unconvinced: "Where is the gentleman who said it so seriously."

Seeing his ignorance, Gu Fan smiled and shook his head: "You don't understand how easy it is to say, but how difficult it is to do to persist. Forget it, don't expect any personal experience at your age, you should let it You suffer."

While talking, they had already arrived at the door of the study room, Gu Fan opened the door for the children: "Go in, boy, today's extra class is half an hour, don't forget."

Yang Zheng's face suddenly wrinkled into a bitter gourd.

Bitter gourd entered the door and sat at the desk restlessly. He wanted to drink water for a while, and for a snack for a while. It happened to be the maid Jin Er who came to serve today. An excuse sent her away, and when Yang Zheng called out for someone again, he slapped him on the forehead: "What do you want this time?"

Yang Zheng blinked and looked at him: "I heard that my father sent me a stack of books last time, and these look boring, I want to change to another one, sir, can you get one for me. "

Gu Fan: "..."

He suddenly understood why Yang An sent the book here on purpose, and there was someone here who was looking for abuse.That being said, his previous act of letting Jin'er put it away seemed completely superfluous, and he took it as a donkey's liver and lungs out of kindness.

He ground his molars secretly, and said as calmly as possible: "Okay, I'll find it for you."

After all, he turned to the bookcase at the back.

As a scholarly family, the Yang family has a very large collection of books, and there are many types. Most of them are even rare old books found everywhere, which are very precious. The one in his room is nothing compared to the one in front of him.He went back and forth a few times, but he was not the one who put the books that day, and he couldn't find the familiar names in the stack of books that day, he even suspected that Jin'er had kindly returned them for him When the class is disassembled, it is like a needle that has sunk into the sea, and it cannot be fished out even if you want to.

At this moment, he began to miss the library that he rarely visited in his previous life. Although there are far more books than this, at least each book has a number, and everything can be found after an electronic search.

As he twirled back and forth, he was about to choose a few random books to fool the youngsters outside, but just as his finger touched the spine of the book in the forest, he suddenly stopped.

He suddenly remembered the note that said 534 last night.

He had always thought that this was a homonym created by the system to deceive people, or that it was the date. He even thought of the guessing of the third month and the fourth day after five years, but he did not expect that it might be a serial number. Just like a library, each book is given a unique label for easy retrieval.

534 ......

He looked up at the entire bookcase, picked out the fourth book from the cabinets in the fifth row, third row and fifth row, third row, and held them in his hands.

One is an ordinary biography, and the other... His pupils shrank suddenly, this is a book that is absolutely impossible to appear here.

He was sure that Yang An would not place such a book in the study where his son read and practiced calligraphy every day, so there was only one explanation.

This book was mixed in with the pile of newly arrived books and put on the shelf purposefully.

He put the book back to its original place calmly, and picked out a book with a simple content suitable for Yang Zheng from the cabinet in the fifth column and third row, and walked out.