Madam is right

Chapter 249 149. People Are Not Saints
There was only a muffled "bang", and the door fell down.

Shen Yutang's room was full of books, and the door didn't fall directly on the ground, but fell crookedly on top of the books.

Mo Zhichu glanced into the room, but Shen Yutang was nowhere to be seen.

Just as she was about to raise her legs to enter, the door panel was pushed open from below.

I saw Shen Yutang's face was ashen, pushing open the door with great effort, while reaching out to brush off the dust.

"Ahem... how can anyone count to three like you!" Shen Yutang said dissatisfied.

Mo Zhichu squatted down in front of him unceremoniously, stretched out his hand and slapped him on the head: "Who is like you, who won't open the door even for a cup of tea!"

Shen Yutang hugged his head and shouted: "What are you doing! If you hit me stupidly, you will pay me!"

"There's so much dust on your head, can't you see it if I help you dust it off?"

"..."

Shen Yutang had no choice but to get up from the ground in desperation, frowning and worrying about the fallen door panel and the books on the floor.

Mo Zhichu frowned and looked into Shen Yutang's room. The room was full of books, and there was not even a place to stay.

But now that the door panel is still down, the whole room looks even more crowded.

Shen Yutang crawled out from under the door panel, reached out and patted the ashes on his body, and pretended to clean up the books on the floor, without saying anything about making room for Mo Zhichu to sit.

Mo Zhichu folded his arms and stood at the door like an old man, without saying a word, waiting for Shen Yutang to speak.

The essence of the so-called chatterbox is that if you don't talk to him, after a long time, he can't hold back.

At the moment Mo Zhichu didn't say a word, Shen Yutang said to himself: "What are you doing here? You can't be a lobbyist for my father, right? Don't bother, anyway, none of you can stop me this time .”

Shen Yutang's tone was gloomy, and while he was thinking about stacking up the books, Mo Zhichu, whose voice was so soft, could hardly hear him.

Listening to Shen Yutang talking to himself, Mo Zhichu suddenly asked, "Why did you see me running?"

Shen Yutang's subordinates paused: "Who ran away! Didn't I think you were going to help my father beat me together, I was in such a panic that I didn't know where to go!"

Shen Yutang has a few talents, and Mo Zhichu naturally knows it in his heart, otherwise Mo Zhichu would not have put so much thought into asking him to be the military adviser.

This person, on the surface, looks less courageous than a mouse, but in fact, if he really made up his mind, he would be quite courageous.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been chased and beaten by Shen Hongbo every day when he was a child.

If Shen Yutang was afraid of being beaten by Shen Hongbo, he wouldn't believe it if Mo Zhichu was beaten to death.

"Oh? Really? If that's the case, why don't you run now? Don't say that I'm blocking your way. Now you have so many weapons at hand, and you don't need them. Do you think I will believe you?"

As he said that, Mo Zhichu didn't care whether there was a place to stay in the room, he stepped on the books and went in.

Shen Yutang watched Mo Zhichu step on those books unceremoniously, feeling a little annoyed.

"Hey! What are you doing! Don't step on my book!"

"Shen Yutang, pay attention to your wording, it's not your book, it's mine!"

"..."

This is indeed a good statement.Since Shen Yutang was persuaded by Mo Zhichu, he had no other request, but asked Mo Zhichu to help him find some books.

Mo Zhichu was also straightforward in agreeing, these books were bought by people without any problems, and they were spent on the money in the camp, and some of them were even bought by Mo Zhichu himself, saying that they were her books. Not too much.

Shen Yutang couldn't refute this, so he could only pouted and said: "Then don't step on it, books are for reading, why are you so vulgar..."

"Books are good for reading, but Shen Yutang, if I had known that reading books would make you a nerd, I wouldn't have to pester you for a month if I were killed."

When Shen Yutang heard this, he paused when he was packing up the books.

After a long while, he laughed at himself: "You regret it, too, and I regret it too, why didn't I know how to accept you back then."

After finishing speaking, Shen Yutang continued to tidy up those books that had been piled up in disorder for many years.

Seeing Shen Yutang like this, Mo Zhichu felt that his breath was stuffed in his chest, and he couldn't lift it up or swallow it down.

Mo Zhichu was in a hurry, stepped forward and kicked over the stack of books that Shen Yutang had just piled up.

She took a big step, walked in front of Shen Yutang in two steps, and grabbed his collar: "Shen Yutang! What are you trying to squeeze?! Can you stop squirming like a woman!"

Shen Yutang's collar was firmly grabbed by Mo Zhichu, but he turned his head away from her.

Mo Zhichu looked at him angrily, but Shen Yutang didn't even give her a look, but still held the few books he had just picked up from the ground in his hand.

Shen Yutang frowned slightly at this time, and Mo Zhichu saw it.

She has always felt that there is nothing that communication cannot solve.But right now Shen Yutang was unwilling to speak, so Mo Zhichu could only find a way to let him express his thoughts first.

Since the hard ones don’t work, then try the soft ones.

Seeing that Shen Yutang didn't speak, Mo Zhichu slowly loosened his collar, turned around and picked up the top book in the stack, and immediately sat on the stack of books.

What Mo Zhichu casually picked up was a copy of "Shan Hai Jing". She flipped through it casually. There were not only text descriptions in the book, but also some bizarre paintings, which really vividly represented the animals in that absurd world. .

"Have you read this book?"

Shen Yutang glanced at it from afar, and said, "I've seen it. It's just some grotesque fantasy, nothing interesting."

"Oh? You know it's not interesting again? Then what do you think is interesting?"

Shen Yutang still bowed in the pile of books, seeming to be busy tidying them up: "What is written in the book is all about other people's lives. If you want me to say it, it's meaningless."

"Since that's the case, what do you still see them doing?"

"It's just idle and boring. I thought that I would learn something by looking at other people's experiences, but now it seems that it's nothing more than that. I'll burn them all the other day!"

When Mo Zhichu heard Shen Yutang's angry tone, he suddenly laughed: "Shen Yutang, these are all my books! If you dare to burn them, I will beat you!"

"..."

I don't know which sentence made him let go of his guard, Shen Yutang suddenly put down the book in his hand, and his whole body suddenly lost all strength.Like Mo Zhichu, he sat on a stack of books with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

"Shen Yutang, there is an accident in everything. If you can predict everything, then you are a god. No one can do anything wrong without being a sage. Thank you for reading so many books." Mo Zhichu sat on the book Said leisurely.

(End of this chapter)