My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 39 Flowers and Books

The following evening, a gentle breeze was blowing.

Huang Tian tidied up the apartment briefly, then suddenly his expression changed. He opened the door, went downstairs, and stood at the entrance of the building, smiling at a girl holding a bouquet of flowers. The girl was tall and slender, wearing a light blue tea dress, white canvas shoes and white socks, and carrying a light blue backpack. She looked exceptionally youthful.

"Xiao Zong." Huang Tianchao waved to her.

Zong Wenjun was stunned for a moment, then quickly hid the flowers behind her back and ran over in small steps, "Little Huang!"

Standing in front of her, she proudly pulled out a bouquet of red tulips and white roses from behind her back, as if presenting a treasure.

The tulips bloom in layers, each petal like a sparkling ruby, interspersed with white roses, their creamy white petals tinged with pale green at the edges, creating a serene and pure atmosphere when combined with the tulips' vibrant color.

"Thank you, it's beautiful."

Huang Tian took the flowers from her hand and smiled.

"I'm glad you like it!" Zong Wenjun took Huang Tian's hand. "I have three days off this time, so I can finally revisit Changshi."

Huang Tian held the flowers in his left hand and pulled her upstairs with his right, saying, "Isn't it seven days?"

Zong Wenjun complained: "When I was on summer vacation, my mom and aunt traveled all over the country for more than a month without even coming home once."

By the time their trip ended, I had already started school. My mom kept saying she missed me and wanted me to go back to visit during the National Day holiday. I couldn't refuse her, so I agreed and bought a high-speed train ticket to Nanjing for the morning of the 4th.

"Three days should be enough. You can see Wanshou Palace and Tengwang Pavilion in one night, and there's not much else to do," Huang Tian said. "Have you had dinner on the way?"

Zong Wenjun shook her head: "Not yet, I'll eat with you."

As they spoke, the two had already reached the apartment door, and Huang Tian took out the key from his pocket.

Tick-tock~
The door opened, and Huang Tian placed the wrapped flowers next to the wardrobe, while Zong Wenjun stood in the room curiously looking them over.

"Here, have some water and rest for a bit. We'll go downstairs for dinner in a little while." Huang Tian took a glass and poured some water.

"Okay." Zong Wenjun put down her backpack, took the water glass, and took a couple of small sips. "The room is so clean."

"of course."

Huang Tian smiled. He was a person with mild obsessive-compulsive disorder and would clean the house every few days. After cultivating, he would occasionally use his spiritual power to clean some corners that were difficult to reach with a broom on ordinary days, so the house was naturally cleaner.

I rested for a while.

Huang Tian said, "Let's go downstairs for dinner first. We won't go out tonight. I guess you're tired from the journey. We'll go to Tengwang Pavilion tomorrow."

"Uh-huh."

The two went downstairs and didn't go out for a romantic Western meal or candlelight dinner. They simply walked across the street to a restaurant, ate something casually, and after they were full, the sky outside gradually darkened.

A full moon hangs high in the sky, and a few wisps of light, leaden-gray clouds drift quietly, giving people a hazy, dreamlike feeling.

A few cars slowly drove by on the road, and the shops on both sides of the road lit up with warm lights. Rows of tall streetlights also cast a dim yellow light, and the elderly, children and some couples walked along the road in a scattered manner.

Huang Tian and Zong Wenjun bought a cup of milk tea at the shop and strolled slowly side by side on the sidewalk. The cool night breeze brushed against their cheeks and hair, bringing a sense of clarity and comfort. Suddenly, Zong Wenjun took two steps forward, turned around, looked up at Huang Tian, ​​her hands behind her back, her eyes bright and clear, and said softly, "If only the world could always be this quiet, with nothing changing, forever frozen in this moment."

"Good times are always fleeting."

"But it is dazzling."

As she spoke, she moved closer, tiptoed slightly, and a delicate fragrance wafted over. Her soft lips lightly pressed against Huang Tian's lips, and before Huang Tian could react, she chuckled and ran away, her light blue dress fluttering in the night breeze.

Huang Tian found it quite amusing and followed after them, their shadows growing longer and longer under the dim streetlights.

After playing around for a while, until they were a little tired, the two returned to the apartment, took a shower, and lay on the bed. Zong Wenjun's soft body curled up in Huang Tian's arms and gradually fell asleep. Her very light breathing made Huang Tian feel peaceful, and he also slowly fell asleep.

The next day, Huang Tian accompanied Zong Wenjun to the supermarket to buy a glass vase and some preservative. Afterward, the two of them went home and trimmed the flowers, removing some leaves. They then poured water and preservative into the vase and finally arranged the flowers.

"finished!"

Zong Wenjun held the vase, lowered her head to smell the delicate fragrance of the flowers, then placed the vase in a place where it was not exposed to direct sunlight, and clapped her hands gently, "Now you can smell the fragrance of flowers at home too!"

It was already 6 p.m., and the two of them went straight out to take the subway to Wanshou Palace without having dinner. When they got off the subway, they found that the streets were full of pedestrians, many of whom were tourists who had come to visit during the holiday.

"Go get something to eat first."

"it is good!"

Huang Tian and Zong Wenjun strolled through the Wanshou Palace cultural district, stopping every now and then to enjoy some snacks: fragrant clay pot soup, soft and sweet white sugar cake, spicy lotus root slices, handmade mochi...

And the renowned Kun Tea.

However, there were too many tourists buying Kun tea, so the wait was long. Zong Wenjun was patient enough to queue up, while Huang Tian waited in a bookstore on the street corner.

The bookstore wasn't large, but it was very quiet. The lights were warm and yellow, and there was a faint smell of ink in the air. A dozen or so customers were either squatting in the corner picking out books or sitting on the soft sofas on the west side reading. The clerk was a young man wearing black-rimmed glasses, who was sitting behind the counter playing on his phone, looking rather bored.

Huang Tian liked this environment very much. He walked very lightly, searching for the books he wanted to read on the rows of bookshelves.

History, literature, art, popular science... and even a book called "Modern Algebra" that somehow got in.

Huang Tian was a mathematics major who had taken modern algebra courses. Recalling the overly abstract course content, he chuckled as he pulled out the book and flipped through a few pages. Suddenly, he froze on the spot.

Because he discovered that some knowledge points he hadn't fully understood before suddenly became clear at a glance: business groups, substitution groups, Galois theory, ideals...

"This...is it my comprehension?"

Huang Tian suddenly realized that since he gained superpowers, his comprehension had greatly improved. He could learn a spell in a short time, and he could understand a book very easily.

His eyes lit up slightly, and he quickly flipped through the entire book of "Modern Algebra". His photographic memory allowed him to memorize all the contents in an instant, and his excellent comprehension made it easy for him to understand all the knowledge points. He could even combine them with the knowledge he had learned to expand his understanding!

"I think I've figured out what to do in the future..."

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