At this time, inside the Four Seasons Villa, beside the football field.
Wang Hai and Zhao Feiyu were sitting in the stands, silent.
Counting today, five days have passed since Han You left the capital for Changyuan.
Nine days have passed since Wang Hai's original ten-day appointment with Zhao Feiyu.
On the court, Ma Rulong and the Ma family bankers were receiving continuous cheers.
The Majiazhongjun team once again won the Yifu championship, beating the Yidao team by six points.
Without Lu Baichuan's Yi Dao team, it would be a completely useless team. It would be a bit difficult to play against the Qiaoduotiangong team in a normal state.
The players had already begun to leave the field, and the spectators left the stadium cursing.
Soon, only Wang Hai and Zhao Feiyu were left in the east stand.
Many internal staff of the villa have become accustomed to Zhao Feiyu's presence.
In the dead of night, between the closed water and clouds, Miss Dan and the two young ladies were having a water fight with each other in the bathhouse.
On the sidelines of the court, Zhao Feiyu cheered for her favorite players.
Under the stage, people were crying with extreme sadness, crying with extreme joy, and angry with sadness.
In the cafeteria, there is a naan pancake in the left hand, a steamed bun in the right hand, and tons of noodle soup poured into the mouth.
On the basketball court, the little prince Zhou Yan was chasing each other with a snowball in his hand.
When the sun rose, he came to the auxiliary barracks and mercilessly laughed at the miscellaneous soldiers who were doing morning exercises.
When the moon fell, I went to the Auxiliary Camp School and listened quietly to the lectures of the Imperial Confucian scholars.
Many people didn't know Zhao Feiyu's identity, but they only knew Haiye. No matter where Dan Girl went, she had no problem, even in the men's bathhouse.
The snow that had stopped for two days just fell again, with heavy snowfall.
Wang Hai looked at the Book of Songs quietly, while Zhao Feiyu hugged his legs and curled up.
"Tomorrow will be the tenth day."
Zhao Feiyu buried his head in his knees and murmured.
"When today reaches Zishi, the ten days are over. If I promise you that it has not passed Zishi, it will count as one day."
Zhao Feiyu said "Oh" slightly, but this "Oh" was hiding something.
After a moment of silence, Zhao Feiyu said softly: "I'm used to you being by my side. Can you stay with me for ten more days? I don't like other people being clumsy."
"Excuse me, but after tonight, I will go to Changyuan to find my young master at night."
"Did Han You ask you to go?"
"No."
Another slight "Oh" was heard, and Zhao Feiyu suddenly became jealous of Han You.
"I like the Villa." Zhao Feiyu looked at the snowflakes slowly falling on the ground: "Can you stay with me for a few more days?"
Wang Hai closed the Book of Songs: "My young master and Mr. Zhao have not agreed on a time. The eldest lady can stay as long as she wants."
Zhao Feiyu opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally said "Oh".
Perhaps what Miss Dan is reluctant to part with is not the happy and free days in the Villa, but other things.
Zhao Feiyu, who has been favored by thousands of people since he was a child, has never been so happy and free as in the villa. He wishes he could spend twenty-four hours every day, watch endless plays, play endless games, and eat Endless game, here, she doesn't have to tell anyone who she is, and no one cares about who she is.
As long as Wang Hai is by her side, she will be carefree and happy. She doesn't have to think about anything but how to spend a happy day.
"Okay, I'm tired of looking at you anyway. Come on, let's go, let's go."
Miss Dan stretched out her hand and pushed Wang Hai hard: "He's like a stuffy guy. He's so annoying. Let's go quickly."
Wang Hai remained motionless and took out the Book of Songs again.
"A gentleman keeps his promise, and even though a villain is not a gentleman, he must keep his promise. If I say I will accompany you for ten days, I will stay with you for ten days. Not an hour less, not a moment less. When you are young, the villain will leave, and there will be The maids and guards will take over for the villain.”
"oh."
Once again, Zhao Feiyu buried his head in his knees and sat quietly.
Wang Hai asked softly: "Is it cold?"
"fine."
Wang Hai stood up and left, while Zhao Feiyu's eyes were distracted.
After a moment, the warm fox fur was wrapped around Egg Girl's body.
Wang Hai squatted in front of Zhao Feiyu, with an expressionless face, and carefully tied a beautiful bow on the soft rope around Dan girl's neck.
Zhao Feiyu looked at Wang Hai's face that looked ordinary, but made people feel extremely determined, and was a little lost.
Wang Hai sat back and continued reading, while Zhao Feiyu stared at Brother Hai's profile.
"Why do you like reading so much?"
"Do you have to answer?"
"Um."
"Younger has something to prove."
"What's up?"
"Young people are ordinary people. Even if ordinary people read books, it will be useless."
Zhao Feiyu was confused: "I don't understand."
"Ordinary people will still be ordinary people after reading books, and they will not become high-ranking scholars, so..."
Wang Hai said softly: "Officials are officials not because they have read books."
"I still do not get it."
"Officials are officials because of their background. People are educated because they are ordinary people because they are not from aristocratic families."
Wang Hai's eyes were dark and he continued: "So, common people can also be officials, and it has nothing to do with studying. Officials who have studied are not nobler than the common people because they have studied."
Zhao Feiyu looked away. She didn't understand. She just thought it made sense. Even if it made sense, she still didn't understand.
At this moment, a veteran of the Confederate Army hurried over.
"Changyuan is back, Mr. Beimen wants you, Xiaohai..."
Before she could even finish her words, Miss Dan became angry: "You don't care who calls Xiao Hai? You can call her Xiao Hai, too. Only I can call you Xiao Hai!"
The old soldier of the Southern Army looked confused and laughed dryly: "Miss, please calm down. Mr. Beimen has something important to discuss with Wang Hai. Can you..."
Zhao Feiyu grabbed Wang Hai's sleeve, rubbed his neck and said, "He said that he will stay with me for ten days, so he won't go!"
Wang Hai said nothing, looked at the veterans of the Southern Army, and shook his head slightly.
The veteran of the Southern Army muttered something, saluted Zhao Feiyu, and quickly ran out of the stadium.
Wang Hai continued to look down at the Book of Songs, but his brows furrowed involuntarily.
"Go ahead."
Zhao Feiyu let go of Wang Hai's sleeve: "Go, go, I don't want you to accompany me. After you go, you go... do what you do. I will take the maid to play by myself."
"Thank you, miss."
Wang Hai stood up suddenly, stuffed the Book of Songs into his arms and ran away quickly.
Zhao Feiyu suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute."
Wang Hai stopped and turned around.
"Will you come back before I leave the villa?"
Wang Hai shook his head, not knowing whether he didn't know or couldn't.
Zhao Feiyu shouted again: "Then when I come to the villa from now on, will you still accompany me?"
Brother Hai resolutely said: "No."
"But you said you wanted to lick mine."
"It was only within ten days. At that time, ten days had already passed."
"Then how can I ask you to continue licking me, Miss?"
Wang Hai didn't answer, turned his head ruthlessly, ran away quickly, and disappeared into the snowy night.
