Zhou Shuo sent Xia Lin to school. When he drove back, it was almost noon.

As soon as he entered the yard, he saw Old Lady Xia opening the door of Uncle Teng's car, as if going out.

"Zhou Shuo, you came back just on time," Mrs. Xia said, standing beside the car door, "Lao Teng will send me to a friend's house to play cards and will come back at night. Later, Xiao Liang is going to meet a girl for dinner, you drive him there. "

Zhou Shuo was taken aback.

Xia Liang voiced from outside the door: "Grandma, I can drive by myself."

"You're a dead brain, it's no wonder that you are dumped by girls."

Old Mrs. Xia turned her head back and cursed with a smile, "Eating is not the point. The point is that after dinner you have to go shopping with your partner. Chat and cultivate feelings, you know? That girl likes shopping. You have to help her pay and carry things. You can't carry them alone. At least, Zhou Shuo can help. Don't you understand, silly boy?"

Xia Liang could only look at the sky speechlessly.

After the old lady Xia left, Zhou Shuo looked at Xia Liang and hesitated for a while before asking, "Young Master, when will we leave?"

Xia Liang looked at his watch, then at the hot sun outside the house, and sighed sadly: "It's almost time to go. You wait for me, I'll change my clothes."

Zhou Shuo waited in the car for a while then saw Xia Liang walk out in a suit and his hair meticulously combed.

He showed the look of a determined and capable elite.

In fact, from a selfish point of view, Zhou Shuo prefers the way he wears loose casual clothes at home. Every time he sees him enjoying his morning tea and reading books and newspapers, Zhou Shuo's mood becomes more relaxed.

Xia Liang opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. He turned to see Zhou Shuo staring at him, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Oh, nothing." Zhou Shuo withdrew his gaze in embarrassment.

As if to cover up his gaffe, Zhou Shuo added: "Master, you are like this. Isn't it inappropriate?"

"How am I?" Xia Liang was confused.

"You are going on a date, you are dressed... well, it's better to be more approachable, right?"

Xia Liang looked down at himself: "Should you not wear a suit? Don't girls like mature and stable men?

Zhou Shuo pursed his lips and did not continue to argue with him about this issue. He stepped on the clutch under his feet and drove out of the courtyard.

On the way, Xia Liang seemed a little unhealthy, frowned, and looked out the window.

Zhou Shuo carefully observed him for a moment then asked, "Master, do I need to lower the temperature of the air conditioner?"

"Just let it be. "Xia Liang recovered and let out a long sigh: "This is a hot day and I have to go shopping with a girl which is simply self-abuse."

Zhou Shuo thought you promised the old lady to be refreshing last night, is it a bit too late to regret now?

He hesitated for a long time and finally plucked up the courage to ask: "Master, you. . .what kind of girl do you like?"

Xia Liang did not feel displeased by his abrupt question, squinted for a moment, and then seriously replied: "Actually, my ex-girlfriend fits well. She is not tall, a little fat baby, speaks softly, and looks cute in any way."

Zhou Shuo subconsciously looked at himself in the rearview mirror. The kind of people he and Xia Liang liked were just two extremes.

Xia Liang seldom talked about his personal affairs before Zhou Shuo but maybe it was the topic of an ex-girlfriend that touched some emotional part of his heart, making him uncharacteristically say a few more words: "At that time, I really wanted to be with her. But her temper is really terrible. She would cry for more than an hour. Her tears kept flowing, and I couldn't coax her well."

He turned his head and looked at Zhou Shuo in confusion, "Are girls so difficult to coax?"

"..." Zhou Shuo thought silently, I don't know girls better than you.

However, Xia Liang has turned his thoughts back to the girl he is going to meet today. He flipped through the photos that the matchmaker had sent in advance on his mobile phone and muttered to himself: "She looks pretty. I heard that she just graduated with a master's degree. Her education is good, so she should not be too difficult to deal with, right?"

Hearing this, Zhou Shuo felt blocked for a moment.

He felt that Xia Liang was not going on a date. It was more like negotiating with a client. He regarded getting married and having children as a task he had to complete as the heir of Xia. Even if he felt troubled in his heart and resisted subconsciously, he'd still force his self to do it.

Just as Zhou Shuo was thinking about it, he suddenly heard Xia Liang say: "By the way, you sent Xiao Lin to school before, did he tell you anything?"

"?" The topic jumped too fast and Zhou Shuo didn't react for a while.

Xia Liang continued: "I talked briefly with Xiao Lin this morning. Xiao Lin really likes Song Yan and it's quite deep. But I don't know why, he seems to be very afraid of being with Song Yan. The time was a little rushed. I couldn't ask more from him. I felt that he was worried about something and refused to tell me. Later, his school teacher made a phone call and he said he wanted to review and hurried back to school. I guess he was avoiding my cross-examination."

Zhou Shuo gradually understood Xia Liang's intention: "Master, you want me..."

"You are closer to Xiao Lin. He might tell you what he doesn't want to tell me." Xia Liang said.

After a pause, he glanced at Zhou Shuo, "He thinks we can't help him or doesn't believe we will help him. But in my opinion, he is my only brother. No matter what happens, I will always stand on his side and help him figure out a solution. Do you understand what I meant?"

"I understand," Zhou Shuo nodded, "I will pay attention."

Xia Liang patted his arm gratefully, then turned his head and looked out the window, continuing to worry about the arduous task he was about to face today.

He didn't know that Zhou Shuo had a strange face because of his short touch just now. It started to burn gradually, spreading from the cheeks to the roots of his ears.