In fact, even if Xiaozhou didn't mention this matter, Gu Beisheng had already thought about contacting Bai Hui later.
Although Fu Xizhou's symptoms have improved a lot, the root cause has not been resolved.
Only by finding out the source of the matter can we better untie Fu Xizhou's knot.
Even without these, as a person who truly loves him, he will still be curious about his past.
No matter how gloomy his past is, she will treasure it in her heart like picking up fragments of stars.
However, unlike Xiaozhou, she may not have thought about repairing the relationship between Fu Xizhou and Bai Hui.
Only the person involved is aware of this kind of matter, and it is up to them to decide. Even if she is a wife, she should not make unnecessary intervention.
However, she couldn't refute Xiaozhou. She didn't want Xiaozhou to understand her father's thoughts, the boundaries of adults, and the complexity of their emotions.
Naturally, he nodded and fully supported the child's idea: "Okay, you can do whatever you want. Mom will support you. Is there anything you need mom's help with?"
Hearing this, Xiaozhou shook his head, with cunning starlight in his eyes as bright as stars: "No need, getting my mother's support is the greatest encouragement to me. It doesn't matter what other people think of me, as long as my mother understands me,
I have the confidence."
As he spoke, his smile was full and pure, making Gu Beisheng feel a little dazed. The sense of certainty that only one person in the world cared about was exactly the same as his father.
He stood directly down, with his shoulders straight, and he had a sense of strategizing and neatness: "Don't worry, when I came here yesterday, I also tested grandma's attitude. At least she is willing to get close to me. I believe I will find a way to figure it out. Grandma
Why don’t you go back to Nan’an?”
"I believe in you too." Gu Beisheng pinched his little face: "The sky has eyes, and it will not let down your filial piety."
After the chat ended, Xiaozhou's eyebrows relaxed and he took the initiative to take the bag from his mother's hand: "I am the eldest brother and a boy. It is up to me to carry the bag, so as not to tire my mother."
Gu Beisheng couldn't help laughing and nodded: "Okay."
It can be seen that in Xiaozhou's heart, her status is extremely high.
He walked in front, and Gu Beisheng followed behind. His gentle eyes turned into a concrete ruler, measuring Xiaozhou's height.
I can’t remember how long it has been since I spent time with the children. Xiaozhou seems to be a lot taller. He walks slowly and steadily. He has the demeanor of a young master from a noble family. However, he has a gentle and gentle personality, and he also has his own ideas in his heart.
, strong execution ability.
The more she looked at him, the more she felt that Xiaozhou would be an incredible leader in the future.
Thinking of this, she raised the corners of her mouth in relief, and with a slight movement of her eyes, she accidentally glanced at the room next to her, the door of which was ajar.
As they passed by, a gust of wind happened to blow the door, making a slight sound.
Gu Beisheng slowed down his steps and looked over at Xiaozhou's back. The fox's eyes shimmered, and the swinging door was like a nursery rhyme, seducing her silently.
Come and take a look, here is what you want to know.
In the blink of an eye, Gu Beisheng came to the door and was hesitating whether it would be impolite to enter someone else's room without permission.
But the door was like a living thing, and as if it understood her thoughts, it flapped back and opened completely with the wind coming in from the window.
She was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyes and glanced around the room. The room was quite neat, filled with books and simple-style wardrobes. The overall style gave people the impression that this was the home of an intellectual.
The only thing left was the single bed sandwiched between the wall and the bookcase, with only a thin wooden mattress and a dark gray quilt on top.
Although it is neatly folded, it gives people a very intuitive sense of dullness. Looking at the windows of the room, there is only a small sliding window opposite the door. Next to it is a sunken wood desk, which is also full of books.
It seems that the only light in the room is only used to illuminate people for reading. It cannot illuminate the whole room at all, let alone the bed in the corner.
Gu Beisheng only took a cursory glance and felt that the room was not suitable for long-term living.
In fact, people, like plants, also need photosynthesis. If they are in a dark place for a long time, it will have a certain impact on their psychology.
Just when she guessed that it might just be a room where Bai Hui occasionally spent time alone, she was ready to help close the door.
But I didn't want to suddenly see the pages of the book blown open by the wind on the desk, a row of neat and unruly names, lying there squarely.
Gu Beisheng narrowed his eyes slightly and concentrated his gaze. He could vaguely make out a three-character signature, especially the two characters Xizhou, whose outline was easier to recognize.
The signature of that book is Fu Xizhou.
In other words, this room belongs to Fu Xizhou.
Gu Beisheng's whole body was frozen in place, as if she had been struck by lightning. A heartbreaking pain suddenly flashed through her body, and then there was only one thought in her mind to pray.
It's best that this room isn't Xizhou's bedroom, but just a room for studying medicine!
Because she couldn't accept that Xizhou had grown up in such a repressive environment during her childhood.
Thinking of this, she no longer cared about etiquette, strode forward, slapped the page that had been blown over by the wind, and then slowly slid her fingers down, holding the corners of the page tightly with her fingertips.
The signature that comes into view is so neat and free, but at the turning point of the strokes, the heavy force leaves heavy traces, and you can feel a trace of restraint and forbearance.
It's...really...Xizhou's room.
She turned around slowly, and her originally bright fox eyes gradually came into contact with every corner where the light was blocked by the tall bookcases.
The dim tone of the entire room was like a sad and depressing movie. Everywhere you looked, there was ashes.
Just staying in the room for a while made her feel extremely uncomfortable, as if the air was filled with uneasy factors.
Her body's instinct told her to leave the room to get some fresh air, but she turned around and headed towards the darkest corner without hesitation.
It was the small single bed. She took off her shoes and lay on it calmly. She looked up at the low, dark ceiling.
There is a cold wall on one side, and on the other side there are piles of obscure books. It seems that there is no place to breathe in all directions.
The fingers she placed on her heart tightened her collar unconsciously, and a picture seemed to rise before her eyes.
The little boy in the picture has black eyebrows and black eyes, but he is always downcast and gentle.
Sitting on the desk next to the window, sometimes frowning, sometimes picking up a pen, the template is serious and lonely.
It seemed that as long as he answered all the questions correctly, his mother would give him a look of reward and praise.
But the contrast between the thick stack of rolled material and his slightly thin body was very clear.