Chapter 25 Liu Xiangju

Gong Ruomei has always preferred light food, and this was her first time experiencing such a strong spicy taste. But after Gong Ruomei got used to the taste, she ate one bite after another, becoming more and more excited, and couldn't stop at all.

Zheng Wenjie looked at Gong Ruomei holding the teacup, opening her red lips and taking a big sip of tea, and smiled, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

Gong Ruomei glared at Zheng Wenjie unhappily: "Did you cook this fish on purpose just to make fun of me?"

Zheng Wenjie shook his head: "Gong Er, how could you think like this? How could I laugh at you?" As he spoke, Zheng Wenjie looked at Gong Ruomei's red lips. Thinking that Gong Ruomei would have to go to class like this in a while, he couldn't help laughing anymore.

Gong Ruomei wanted to get angry but couldn't, so she followed Zheng Wenjie's smile and raised her lips: "Ah, Ajie. You really don't need to eat, then how do you usually supply your body with energy?"

Zheng Wenjie was stunned when he heard this, and then he realized that Gong Ruomei was studying medicine: "I also have to drink it, once every four or five days."

"What do you want to drink? Do you need me to prepare it for you?"

"I can prepare it myself." If you knew what I drank, you would be scared.

"Yeah." Gong Ruomei responded. Thinking that Zheng Wenjie didn't need her to do anything, she became a little depressed. "Professor Yang found me just now and said that he would be going to the rear area for about a month and wanted me to visit his wife."

Zheng Wenjie nodded: "Let's go together in the evening and see it together."

"I thought there really was a ghost and I felt scared." Gong Ruomei said a little uncomfortably.

Zheng Wenjie squatted down in front of Gong Ruomei's chair and held Gong Ruomei's hand.

Gong Ruomei wanted to hide, but she didn't have the strength.

"Don't be afraid, I'm always by your side. After seeing you tonight, you won't be afraid anymore." Zheng Wenjie said with a smile.

"I'll go prepare a painting and send it over." Gong Ruomei suddenly said, freed her hands, closed the door, and hid in the bedroom.

"The brush, ink, paper and inkstone are all in my room. Go into your room and prepare your painting." Zheng Wenjie shouted at the door and happily put away the half-eaten bowl of spicy fish on the table.

After cleaning up the dishes, they returned to the main house. The door of the room where Zheng Wenjie slept was open. Gong Ruomei was standing in front of the drawing table, painting with a brush in her hand. Zheng Wenjie came up behind Gong Ruomei and watched her paint quietly.

Gong Ruomei finished drawing the last stroke, looked at it for a moment, turned her head to look at Zheng Wenjie and asked, "How is the painting?"

Zheng Wenjie lowered his head slightly and approached Gong Ruomei: "Very impressive, I can't even compare to you."

Gong Ruomei painted a branch of plum blossoms, its branches were twisted and tough, petals were blooming like snow on the branches, the picture looked quiet, yet full of vitality.

"Shall we just give this painting as a gift?"

"It's all up to you."

Gong Ruomei put down the brush, turned around and looked at Zheng Wenjie carefully: "If there is a chance, let me draw a picture for you too."

Zheng Wenjie nodded: "Tonight?"

Gong Ruomei shook her head: "The light is not good at night. I have to go to school. Remember to wait until the painting is dry before putting it away."

"I'll wait for you at home."

"Yeah." Gong Ruomei responded, packed her books and went to school.

Zheng Wenjie looked at the painting, lost in thought. He was very lonely in this world. At the beginning, he bit Ah Xiu just because she was kind to him. But did Ah Xiu really want to become a zombie as he thought? Zheng Wenjie didn't know.

What about Gong Ruomei? If she were turned into a zombie, would she accept it? If not, what would she do?
Zheng Wenjie was very sure that Gong Ruomei had developed feelings for him, otherwise she would not have been like this when they first met, as she was ready to fight at the slightest disagreement.

He also knew that Gong Ruomei had already occupied a place in his heart, so he could not help but be afraid, afraid that after biting Gong Ruomei, she would turn from love to hate him. Zheng Wenjie closed his eyes and stopped thinking about it. Even if Gong Ruomei would hate him for turning her into a monster that could only suck blood, he would still bite her.

In the evening, Zheng Wenjie walked in front, holding the hand of Gong Ruomei, who was a little nervous, and came to the outside of Yang Guohua's house.

Zheng Wenjie looked up at the ginkgo tree, then walked up and knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was a very gentle and beautiful woman. Looking at the two people outside the door, Liu Xiangju forced a smile and said, "You must be Guohua's students, right? My name is Liu Xiangju, please come in first."

Zheng Wenjie nodded, thanked him, and took Gong Ruomei into the yard. Looking at the monk standing under the tree, Zheng Wenjie turned his head to look at Gong Ruomei.

As Gong Ruomei entered the yard, she unconsciously used some force to hold Zheng Wenjie's hand. Only when she saw that everything was normal in the yard did she relax a little.

Liu Xiangju invited the two to sit on the stone bench under the ginkgo tree, entered the house with tea sets, poured tea for the two, looked at Gong Ruomei, and smiled gently: "Don't be too restrained, call me Sister Liu, thank you for coming to see me."

"This is my duty. I should have come to visit you. I shouldn't have bothered Professor Yang to invite me." Gong Ruomei said, and handed the wrapped painting to Liu Xiangju: "Sister Liu, this is my gift to you. It's a housewarming gift. I hope you don't mind if I send it a little late."

Liu Xiangju happily took the painting, expressed her gratitude, went into the house and put the painting away first.

Seeing Liu Xiangju enter the house, Gong Ruomei unconsciously moved closer to Zheng Wenjie, her eyes full of questions.

Zheng Wenjie nodded and pointed at the monk: "Yes, he is standing there."

Gong Ruomei looked in the direction of the finger, and saw nothing. "I don't see anything."

As soon as she finished speaking, Gong Ruomei slowly opened her eyes. Where there was no figure just now, a monk in a navy blue robe slowly emerged.

The monk looked at Zheng Wenjie and said, "You are the first person who can see me directly in the past fifty years."

Zheng Wenjie ignored the monk and reached out to hold Gong Ruomei's hand: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Gong Ruomei calmed down and nodded.

"You, you are here." Liu Xiangju's stuttering voice came from the entrance of the room.

The monk nodded and smiled at Liu Xiangju.

Liu Xiangju came to the stone table and wanted to explain something, but Zheng Wenjie said, "We know that he is not a human."

Gong Ruomei looked at Liu Xiangju: "Sister Liu, aren't you afraid? This, isn't the first time you've met?"

Thinking of last night, when they met for the first time, she inexplicably felt that the monk was very kind. Liu Xiangju nodded: "I have no grudge against him. He has no reason to hurt me. Why should I be afraid?"

Gong Ruomei was speechless for a moment as she listened. The disciple she met when she was a child summoned all the weasels to search for monsters, but the monsters did not distinguish between grudges.

He also felt a little ashamed that although he was a martial artist, he was not as brave as Liu Xiangju.

Liu Xiangju looked at the two people and the ghost. Zheng Wenjie had a blank expression on his face, Gong Ruomei looked a little depressed, but the monk was still looking at her with a smile.

"Please sit down. I'll pour you some tea." Liu Xiangju said to the monk, turned over the teacup, poured a cup of tea for the monk and placed it on the stone table.

Liu Xiangju watched the monk sit down and said to the two of them, "Yesterday, I saw him. He said he was waiting for someone for fifty years."

Zheng Wenjie glanced at Gong Ruomei, and when he saw that she had returned to normal, he turned to the monk and asked, "Fifty years? You're a ghost, so there are no ghost messengers to catch you?"

　Love has a next life

　　
　
(End of this chapter)