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"First, look at how I did it," Mingxue said. He picked up a yellow balloon and demonstrated it to him.

Gu Zi wasn't stupid, it was just a coincidence that his hands were inferior to hers. After two failures, Ai, Shuangtang had failed again. Furthermore, he had returned to his original point and the balloon had flown away. He really wanted to ask: Other people say that failure is the mother of success, but have I already ligated it?

Ming Xue Mo had to teach him again. Under her patient guidance, Guizi finally completed one. He stretched out a finger to poke the balloon in his hand with a look of satisfaction on his face, "Didn't you want to fly? Didn't you want to explode? Fly, explode …"

Ming Xue's jade-like lips curled up slightly. He looked just like a child, no different from Gu Si.

"Do you want to blow up after you're done, or do you want to blow up every time you take a step?"

"Finished!" Gouzi asked angrily. She was right, he wanted to blow out all the depression and sorrow in his heart. When he walked out of this door, he was once again the revived Gu Zi, the young master of the underworld who terrified outsiders, and also the young master of the underworld who was bullied and suppressed by his family.

"Alright."

Just like that time in the hospital, the two worked together. Mingxue was responsible for handing the balloon to Gu Zi, and he was responsible for blowing it. When he encountered any problems with the knot, she would go on stage as backup. Occasionally, there would be a few sounds of conversation in the room. Most of the time, there was only the sound of breathing. "Phew. Phew. Phew." The sound.

They were immersed in this "out of breath" world, so they didn't know that when the gambling house outside heard the sound of the first balloon exploding, they had instantly dropped the mahjong, poker, and dice in their hands. They held their breaths and stared covetously at Gu Zi, asking the direction of the room. When the second balloon exploded, everyone uniformly stood up, as if they were on high alert. Especially Ah Lie and A'Mo. Pulling the chairs behind them, their figures blurred and they instantly moved under a hundred-year-old tree in the middle of the garden. From the looks of it, they wanted to jump onto the balcony on the second floor with the help of the tree.

Just as he was about to step onto the tree, Teacher Tang's gentle voice transmitted into his earpiece, which he hadn't even taken off before. "Don't move. Young Master is fine."

Lie made an unremarkable gesture towards A'Mo. With a calm expression, the two returned to the table and sat down.

"Madame said to keep going," he said to his other brothers, who were equally worried.

A'Mo was the first to sit down. He tilted his head and looked at A'Lie. "Pay up."

With a depressed expression, Ah Lie pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and threw it at A'Mo. He said in an extremely generous manner, "There's no need to look for it."

A'Mo first took the money, then slowly settled the score with him, "This amount of money isn't even enough for you. Of course there's no need to look for it. I'll make up for the debt you owe me."

Ah Lie's heart felt even colder than when he just fished it out of the freezing room. He was planning on winning one hundred and fifty thousand yuan. If he continued losing like this, he would have no money left to smoke.

Gu Si squatted on the chair, stretching out his arms to pick up the card as he curiously asked, "What happened just now?"

Ah Lie shrugged, indicating that he did not know the inside story. "Ask Madam."

He continued to play mahjong. It wasn't easy to win some money. A'Mo and A'Xin were in the same group, and the young master didn't know anything. He was just trying to get something out of it. Also, if the young master wins, the income will belong to him. If he loses, the money he loses will be divided evenly between the three of them. No wonder the madam doesn't care about him.

Gu Si nodded and didn't ask any further. They could talk about it after the crowd dispersed.

Gu Ziwen and Mumei were still furiously blowing on the balloon. After lying on the floor, there were roughly forty to fifty balloons, according to the estimation, Gu Ziwen supported himself on the ground with one hand, stood up, aimed at the closest balloon, and stomped on it. Seeing the bulging balloon explode into pieces right in front of his eyes, he felt an unprecedented feeling of comfort. The words in his heart that he dared not confront before were blown into the balloon, and along with the sound of the explosion, they resonated in the air.

Qiu Yue, thank you, thank you for loving me, thank you for giving birth to Gu Si …

Qiu Yue, I'm sorry, I didn't know that you were pregnant. I didn't know that you had hemophilia, I didn't know that you would risk your life to give birth to our child … I'm sorry, I may not have loved you...

A teardrop fell from the corner of Gu Zi's eyes as he asked the question. He didn't wipe it with his hand, but instead lifted his leg to find another target and stomp on it with all his might.

After that, the room was filled with the sound of "Pa Pa Pa." The sound never stopped.

The gamblers in the garden would subconsciously pause their movements for three seconds every time they heard an explosion. Slowly, the pause turned into two seconds, one second, until it disappeared … They did not know what their young master was doing, but they were certain that this voice was not dangerous. Otherwise, if it was as powerful as a fatal shot, there would not be a need for a second sound. Realizing this, they decided to start the game without any distractions. It was time to collect the money.

Ming Xue Mo silently acted as Gu Zi's backup team, blowing up balloons one by one while he stomped on them one by one. This wasn't just to make his mood a little better, it was also to release the melancholy in her heart — — Mom and Dad, I seem to have become happy, I feel like … No need for your love...

There was another reason for her to do this … Her worries had indeed been dispelled by Gouzi. She did not know why she had met him, but she had been fortunate enough to meet him.

Gu Zi asked if he remembered how many he had stepped on, but all he could see were the corpses of balloons, red, yellow, blue, green, and multicolored, scattered all over the floor.

Gu Zi asked. Originally, he wanted to step on all the balloons in one go, then move on to the second round, but his foot turned sore when he realized that he couldn't step on all the balloons. He decided to stop for a break.

He sat down next to her in a daze and said, "I told you I didn't blow that many balloons. So it was you who were fooling around."

Ming Xue Mo tied up the knot she had just blown, and said, "Your use of words is too exaggerated. This is the difference between the original version and the knockoff version, not as big as the difference between a fish's eye and a pearl."

"…" Gu Zi wanted to ask her, "Are you here to help me vent my anger, or are you here to add fuel to the fire?" So what if it's exaggerated? The language teacher at my primary school taught me that it's a rhetorical device. I can use it when writing essays and even get additional points for it!

Seeing that Ming Xue Mo had picked up another one from the bag of balloons, he quickly stopped her and said, "Don't blow it, I don't have that much anger to bear."

Ming Xue Mo looked at him, you're done breathing so quickly? It seemed like it wasn't a big deal.

"Then let me do it." She stood up, flexed her fingers like an expert, and aimed at a red balloon. She quickly and ruthlessly stepped on it, breaking it with her foot.

Gu Zi asked as he listened to the sonic booms of the new breakthrough. It was as if he was stepping on a wall to vent his anger. Seeing that Ming Xue Mo was stomping hard, he took the initiative to take on the task of blowing the balloon.

Teacher Tang looked at the two of them through the monitor with a knowing smile on her face. In fact, she didn't have too high of a requirement towards the Gu family's Young Mistress, so being able to match up with them was definitely the best. If there was a disparity between their family backgrounds, then it didn't matter, as long as they had good feelings, then it was fine.

She was no longer worried about Gu Zi asking questions, so she walked towards the garden with a relieved heart. She had to tell the people below that it was about time to end this game as she still had to go to the dance at night.

After Gu Zi had rested for a while, he got up from the ground and joined the battle.

They used the flowery style of stepping on balloons. In the previous stage, it was called "you blow on me, I on you"; in the second stage, their strategy was to blow on themselves, a personal battle; in the third stage, it was "a free-for-all", they would blow on each other twenty times before stepping on the same thing …

"Pa, pa, pa …" The whole afternoon, the room was filled with sounds of "pa, pa, pa …" It wasn't until nightfall that they finished the whole bag of balloons and went downstairs to do their afternoon's physical work. They were really hungry.

"Mother Fu —" Gu Zi asked as they walked around the bend in the stairs. He then called out to the head chef of the Gu family. "Get us something to eat." He even specially reminded them: "Remember, don't put garlic."

Mother Fu's deep voice came from afar, "Sure."

Ming Xue's heart was filled with warmth. She said once that she wouldn't eat garlic, but he remembered it so clearly … However, that one time was indeed impressive. Thinking about it now, his heart was still filled with embarrassment. It was a memory that was worth remembering for the rest of his life.

Gu Zi asked if she would like to wash her hands first. Not long after, a few handsome servants came up with large plates and plates of dishes. He gestured for her to sit down and said, "If you like anything, take it. It's alright. It's like you're at home."

Ming Xue lightly bit her chopsticks, at home …

Embarrassed, she picked up the bowl and lowered her head to eat.

"Why aren't you eating at all?" Seeing that her chopsticks hadn't left her rice bowl, Gu Zi picked up a piece of pork chop for her and was about to strongly recommend his favorite dish, when suddenly, A-Qin walked over quickly and stood upright beside Gu Wen. She reported, "Young Master, Teacher Ming's phone is ringing."

Mingxue quickly put down her utensils and walked to the hall. She took out her phone from her schoolbag. It was Aunt Yun's number. Ye Zichen glanced at the time displayed on the screen. It was already around 9 o'clock. He inwardly exclaimed, 'Not good! It's already this late!'

"Aunt Yun …" Ming Xue Mo meekly called out to him.

Aunt Yun repeated the old saying. "Miss, why aren't you back yet?"

"I'm still studying. I'll be back soon."

Aunt Yun had always felt that something was wrong with Miss Yun, so when she heard her words, the doubts in her heart grew. "Didn't you go with Miss Yun to buy more study materials?"

Ming Xue Mo was extremely guilty, but her voice was still very steady. Normal people wouldn't be able to tell that she was lying, "Let's go buy the information first, then I'll come back for supplementary study."

However, Aunt Yun was not an ordinary person. She was the person who had spent the most time with Ming Xue Mo. She probed, "Miss, you didn't fall in love long ago, right?"