The nanny, Yu Feng, was napping on the side, nodding her head constantly.
Shen Zhaozheng glanced at her and didn't say anything. He casually flipped a page of his book, but his mind wasn't calm.
He had always been alone. An image suddenly flashed through his mind. It was the big siheyuan in Haicheng last year, the big banyan tree.
That family was really lively. The two children were really happy. Their parents loved each other and gave them meticulous care. They laughed and joked around like the protagonists in fairy tales. They had no worries or worries.
The Chang Xia in his memory, the verdant and lush Chang Xia, made him lose his mind.
He lowered his head to read the book, but he couldn't read anything at all.
The old nanny, Yu Feng, who was napping next to her, suddenly woke up. The ward was very stuffy. She looked up at the clock on the wall and muttered, " "Zhaozheng, it's getting late. You should go to sleep."