Thinking back to the strangely familiar tone Cheng Yu had used when Pei Yan mentioned studying abroad in F Country, along with Cheng Shao's fluent, authentic F Country language and his rapidly improving jewelry sketching skills... Cheng Shao's heart tightened. He suddenly felt that Cheng Yu's crazy ramblings might not have been caused by his illness after all. Perhaps something truly extraordinary had happened.
"Why don't you tell me how our family changes over the next eleven years?" Cheng Shao probed. "Why did you go study in F Country? What university did I attend? Dad, Mom, and Grandma—"
Before Cheng Shao could finish, Cheng Yu abruptly stood up. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed. You should go home early too."
That guarded?
Cheng Shao was secretly suspicious, but he could also see Cheng Yu's obvious resistance. Like a little leopard that had been lying belly-up, relaxed and letting someone pet it, only to suddenly flip over, arch its back, and bare its claws. After some thought, Cheng Shao decided not to press him further. Instead, he said, "It's so late already, and I can't be bothered to make the trip. I'll stay and help warm the place up. I'll go home tomorrow morning and get you the money."
Cheng Yu frowned. Cheng Shao pointed at the clock on the wall. "It's almost two. If I head back now, it'll be four by the time I return. Can you really bear to make your brother run around like that?"
Cheng Yu sulked in silence for a while. "Then you're not allowed to ask about the family again!"
Cheng Shao laughed. "Fine. I won't ask."
Cheng Yu stared fixedly at Cheng Shao for a long while, then silently turned and went into the bathroom.
Listening to the rush of water from inside,