Chapter 162, As a matter of course
These are just small things to Zhuo.

Nor will I indulge in sadness.

"Ah, Rei-chan, that's great."

When Utsunomiya Shuo came to his senses and shifted his gaze and thoughts away from the photo album, there was no one around.

In the kitchen, three people wearing aprons were harmoniously making some snacks.

Zhuo knew clearly in his heart that Sa Qianzi had always dreamed of passing on her "at least acceptable" dim sum skills to her children one day - but Zhuo had never given her this opportunity.

He had neither the ability nor the intention, and he had not even been invited. He just sat in the living room and watched those people from afar.

Rei came from far away, so Sachiko and Shuichi cared about her in everything, even giving her priority over their son, and they were living happily together.

Zhuo also understood that they wanted a frank and lovely daughter, or daughter-in-law.

Although Zhuo didn't understand this feeling, his son himself was left aside.

...In the past, this would only happen after I had returned home for several days - meaning disgust.

But now it seems to be advanced.

Zhuo didn't think there was anything wrong. He wasn't that pretentious and didn't really want their relationship or anything...but being put in this situation, Zhuo couldn't help but have very complicated feelings.

During Sachiko and Shuichi's conversation and care, Zero didn't seem to be that uncomfortable.

Of course, Zhuo was also happy about this.

If Zhuo's memory is correct, Ling once longed to go home...it was just that her parents were too much...and then they were both killed by Lu Mingze.

and so.

Since she could experience this almost family-like feeling, Zhuo felt that it didn't matter if she was ignored.

The main reason why he felt complicated and troubled was that his parents took too much care of Zero, causing Zero to spend the entire time with them, while he himself became single.

This jealousy is a little too morbid.

Even though he knew this, he still felt mixed emotions.

In short, now Ling and his parents were talking very happily, and his parents were busy getting along well with Ling, so Zhuo left the living room, tiptoed towards the stairwell, and finally returned to the room on the fourth floor to escape this uncomfortable feeling.

Zhuo sat cross-legged on the swivel chair and opened the book on the folding table again.

After all, there was nothing to do and there were almost no entertainment tools in the room, so Zhuo could only kill time like this.

And Zhuo didn’t hate reading... He just didn’t like reading while sitting down. He quite liked lying on the bed... It’s a pity that online novels haven’t become popular in Japan yet, and paper books still dominate the world.

By the way, iPhone 1 was released three days ago, on June 2007, 6.

In other words, the era of mobile Internet is coming.

The price was $599, a price that Zhuo couldn't accept...even though he had been saving money since kindergarten, he still couldn't accept it.

Attention returns to Haruki Haruki's works.

My eyes scanned the words carefully, but the words could not form a sentence in my mind... I was absent-minded.

Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and felt the discomfort that should have disappeared in this quiet space.

...I used to live my life alone for granted, but now when I'm alone, I feel unsatisfied. When did this start?

There is no doubt that the reason lies with Zero.

Because no matter when, from the moment I opened my eyes and walked out of the room to the moment I closed the quilt before going to bed, Zero was there almost all day. He would make tea, cook, tutor, or do nothing but sit...

Whenever Zhuo thought about it, looked up or turned around, he could see that light golden hair. It seemed that this had become a matter of course.

That’s why I’m starting to feel uncomfortable with being alone.

Zhuo quickly flipped through the papers as if to amuse himself and sighed softly.

The desk is next to the window and has good lighting.

Zhuo pushed open the French window, and the heat rushed in, making him subconsciously want to close it again. Utsunomiya Zhuo put his face on the table, feeling the oncoming summer breeze, and closed his eyes involuntarily.

When I opened my eyes again.

It is the clear blue sky and the dazzling sun.

And I don't know when, Ling was already sitting on the edge of the bed, flipping through the book "What Should I Say When I Talk About Running" that was originally thrown on the desk.

"Good morning, Rei-chan."

Zhuo slowly raised his face to greet him, a layer of sticky sweat already formed on his face and forehead.

"Good morning."

Zhuo called Ling in Sa Qianzi's tone, but Ling still didn't respond.

She was still sitting on the corner of the bed, her head down flipping through the book in her hands, her feet hanging quietly in the air.

Maybe it was because of the hot weather, even Ling changed into cropped pants, and his slender white ankles were wearing ordinary pure white cotton socks. The two pure white cotton socks stuck together naturally, without shaking or swaying.

It could be that Zhuo's gaze was too direct and undisguised; or it could be that Ling was too sharp.

The little feet wrapped in white socks shrank, and the toes playfully curled back.

"You should have lunch."

Zero said quietly as he looked down at his book.

Utsunomiya Shuo wanted to say something, but gave up after thinking for a moment. He simply wiped his tears secretly while secretly observing Zero's reaction.

At this juncture, Ling pulled his legs back from the bed and placed them under his body.

Changed to a sitting position.

Even though in Zhuo's heart, Ling's score has always been higher than Yurina's, but at this moment he has to say one thing - stingy!
I looked at the time and saw that two hours had passed. It was now a little after 1:30 in the afternoon.

It's past lunch time.

On the folding table where he had been lying, on the left was a tray of two servings of puffs and Allegro coffee, which seemed to have been made just now; on the other side were rice and stir-fried vegetables, also steaming...

Zhuo said "Oh" and started eating.

Zhuo didn't expect that two hours had already passed, which also meant that he slept very soundly.

As expected of me.

The puffs were fluffy and beautiful, and were well made; with this appearance, they would not have any problem being placed in a cake shop. Since they were made from scratch, they would definitely taste good.

"They were just made, so they shouldn't be too cold..."

"Oh, thank you."

Even if you missed lunch, you can still eat freshly prepared meals - you don’t have to think about it to know that Ling must have cooked it again.

So Zhuo thanked him frankly.

And for some reason, Zero looked straight into his eyes.

"……are you angry."

Zhuo paused as he stuffed the puffs into his mouth, "Why?"

"Because you seem to be prickly, or a little hard to approach."

She saw through it completely.

However, Zhuo was not angry, which was what she was wrong about.

Although Zhuo felt complicated and lonely, he was not angry at all. After all, neither his parents nor Ling were at fault. He was just having a childish temper.

(End of this chapter)