An Nuan drove home, somewhat troubled yet satisfied. She had once been such a pure, shy girl, but now she knew how to do everything—and was even so proactive.
Still, as a girlfriend, doing such things often gave her a real sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. It was like how men often went to great lengths just to teach girls how to fly, so they could soar into the clouds and catch little birds to eat.
When they got home, Zhu Juntang happened to be coming out of the study. An Nuan smiled and greeted her. "Just finished studying? Then let's go to class."
"I'm tired. I need to rest first." Zhu Juntang sat down on the sofa. "Your mom gave me a reading list: The Silk Road, <Clothing, Food, Housing, and Transportation in the Song Dynasty>, Forms of Address Among the Ancients, A Solitary Stroll Through Tang Poetry, and Eastern Capital: Dreams of Splendor. She told me that, no matter how busy I was, I absolutely had to find time to finish them."
After saying that, Zhu Juntang sprawled across the sofa and gave a cold laugh.
"What are you cold-laughing about?" Liu Chang'an frowned. He remembered how Professor Liu used to mock An Nuan now and then for no reason at all.
So all parents occasionally found their children displeasing to the eye... whether they were like An Nuan or Zhu Juntang.
"It's ridiculous. I've never finished a single book in my life, yet she wants me to finish so many. I think I'll be thirty... forty... sixty, maybe. I probably won't finish them until I'm sixty." Zhu Juntang thought back. She had never even finished picture books as a child, let alone books that were surely packed with words and barely had any pictures.
"You mean that