After taking a shower, drying his hair, a few locks of bangs hanging down obediently in front of his forehead, and putting on that set of clothes that were as gentle as cornflowers, he seemed to have changed back to the way he was once cherished.

He hadn't worn clothes other than black and gray for a long time, Ruan Zhizhou deliberately avoided all reflective objects that could make him see himself, sat on the bed and looked down at the small wooden horse on the carpet, and was stunned for a while.

The crystal chandelier above his head shone brightly and fell on this handsome and clean face, making him look more like a childish child.

He suddenly stretched out a foot to step on the tail end of the horse, and then quickly let go, and stepped on, and let go, and the old horse was tossed back and forth on the carpet, occasionally making a few squeaky and squeaky noises.

At first, there was a lot of interest, but after a while it seemed ridiculous.

laughed at him and stuck in the past alone and refused to withdraw.

Laugh at him for growing so big that he didn't live for himself for a day.

laughed at him for being born in a family full of copper stench, but he was not as careless and chic as a beggar.

Out of interest, Ruan Zhizhou lifted his trouser legs, got off the bed, sat cross-legged on the carpet, held down the wooden horse with one hand, and inadvertently swept the medicine bottle on the bedside table, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

Paroxetine hydrochloride, I really can't hide anything from my grandfather......

Finally warmed a little heart, once again fell into the ice field, and the prolonged silence made people feel that they were in a cage instead of the warm bedroom of the past.

Ruan Zhizhou suddenly stood up, walked over and grabbed the medicine bottle, grasping it so hard that the round bottle body was slightly sunken inward, and the back of his hand burst into green tendons, and he stood in place for a long time before he forced himself to calm down.

As the man wished, he called Ning Jun and asked him to bring a pot of warm water.

"Little master, the water you want." Soon after the phone hung up, the competent Ning Tezhu came to knock on the door, and took an extra bag of cotton swabs and ointment in his hand, "Remember the wound on your face-"

"Bang!" The man in the room did not have the patience to wait for him to finish speaking, and simply took the jug of water and slammed the door shut.

Ruan Zhizhou sat on the sofa, picked a clean cup on the coffee table, poured half a cup of water into it, and the temperature was transmitted to his fingers through the wall of the cup, and then extended into his heart, burning a long scar that could not be healed.

He poured two white pills from the medicine bottle, and the warm water entered his throat, feeling the irritation, his stomach suddenly twisted together, and a fierce fishy smell from his esophagus forced him to rush into the bathroom and fall on the sink for a long time retching.

After a long time, the person in the mirror finally raised his head slowly, wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth, and the fog surged in his beautiful light brown eyes, and a gloomy and strange smile gradually condensed on his lips.

Long time no see, Chu Baiyao.

The fourth floor of the castle

The sound of steady footsteps sounded in the elegant and spacious corridor, not fast or slow, so clear that it was frightening, dozens of light yellow wall lamps along the road reflected the entire corridor hazy, and the starlight outside the window was also bright and bright.

The young man walked to the study with his slender legs, stopped, knocked on the door with excellent self-cultivation, his thin lips opened slightly, and only his clear and low voice echoed in the quiet space.

"Grandpa......"

The voice landed, the thick code door of the study was slowly opened, the interior is fully European-style decoration, there are no windows, the sound insulation effect is excellent, and the bookshelves are closely arranged, and the bookshelves are full of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign books and kraft paper packaging file bags.

There were only two people in the study, and the atmosphere was particularly depressing.

Chu Bangnan sat upright at the desk, he was very old, his temples were gray, and he was dressed in a straight custom suit that set off his posture as tall as ever, Bulgari's dark checked tie was regularly tied in a knot, and a crown brooch representing the Baiyue Mansion was pinned to his chest. Like Ruan Zhizhou, he has good-looking light brown pupils, but the color is deep, such a pair of eyes that have been washed by time and turmoil are always cold and shrewd, making people not notice the slightest fluctuation of emotions. Dr. Adrian stood beside him, politely keeping a distance, explaining what was being reported in a coherent manner.