I'll Give You Two Next Week

Gui Yue didn't know that Jiang Qi was looking forward to his sachet so much; he was busy searching for ingredients. While at school, Gui Yue called his mother and only then learned that the house had run out of sleep-inducing sachets and needed to be remade.

The formula was still there; his mother had sent it to him, including how to make the outer fabric, which wasn't difficult.

But the soul of the sachet wasn't the fabric, but the finely ground fragrant powder inside.

Besides a few types of flowers, the sachet also required thirty-six kinds of herbs. Since it was evening study time, Gui Yue asked friends outside of school to bring thirty-two types from the pharmacy to his house.

The remaining three types, he had to rush around several pharmacies after school to buy.

Only the last type was nowhere to be found.

And that herb was indispensable.

Gui Yue's mother looked it over and told him: "This is a characteristic herb of our village; other places have it too, but very few. Don't get your hopes up."

Gui Yue scratched his head, feeling a bit troubled. Then, he asked his mother for Old Man Zhao, their neighbor's, phone number, wanting to ask if it could be replaced by another herb.

Old Man Zhao's ancestors were originally perfumers, and by his generation, the craft had been passed down for two hundred years. The family of perfumers had their own pride and never passed on their formulas. It was only because Gui Yue's maternal grandfather had saved Old Man Zhao when he was in the army, plus Gui Yue often suffered from insomnia as a child, that he obtained this formula.

The two families had a very good relationship.

When Gui Yue called, Old Man Zhao was wearing reading glasses and reading a book. Hearing the matter, he slowly explained a few things.

Gui Yue was a bit anxious because it was already late, but he patiently listened, finally extracting two main points.

First, the herb he couldn't find could be replaced by another, but the effect would be halved, and the scent wouldn't be as fragrant.

Second, Old Man Zhao only knew that their village had this herb.

Gui Yue chatted with Old Man Zhao for a long time, then mentioned Old Man Zhou, also his maternal grandfather's neighbor, a sugar candy artisan. As a child, Gui Yue used to follow him everywhere.

"Your Old Man Zhou misses you a lot. Are you only coming back for the New Year this time?"

Gui Yue respected these elders very much. He smiled and said: "Not necessarily, maybe I'll come back in a couple of days. Then I'll find Old Man Zhao and Old Man Zhou to play chess."

"That would be great, this old man will be waiting." Old Man Zhao laughed heartily.

After chatting for a while longer, Gui Yue sighed after hanging up the phone. This time, he would have to break his promise.

On the table was a piece of paper listing the necessary herbs. The ones already purchased were ticked off, leaving only one unchecked.

Gui Yue pointed at the last herb with his pen, feeling a little dejected. Should he give up?

No way!

What kind of person was Gui Yue? For his friends, he had to get it done no matter what!

Gui Yue secretly decided that tomorrow was Friday, and the day after, he would go to S City to look for the herb, and also take the opportunity to ask Old Man Zhao for more information.

After all, knowing more wouldn't hurt, and learning an extra skill was also good.

Gui Yue told himself this.

Although he had firmly decided to give the sachet to Jiang You, when the morning self-study bell rang, Gui Yue looked into "Jiang You's" amber eyes, his heart still skipped a beat. His dark eyes darted around, feeling extremely guilty.

Jiang Qi was greatly looking forward to Gui Yue's sachet. After Jiang You finished his morning self-study, he suppressed his sleepiness and woke up from his subconscious.

However, seeing Gui Yue looking at the sky and the ground but not at him, with a guilty expression, Jiang Qi guessed that there must be a problem with the sachet.

His expectant mood gradually dampened, but seeing Gui Yue's expression, Jiang Qi smirked, deliberately asking.

"Where's my sachet?"

Gui Yue froze, turned his head away, raised a hand to scratch his face, trying to remain calm: "I'll give it to you early next week."

Jiang Qi deliberately showed disappointment: "Oh."

Gui Yue felt even more guilty. He cleared his throat, held up two fingers, signaling: "I'll give you two next week."

Jiang Qi teased Gui Yue a little, his mood significantly improved. He didn't make things difficult for him anymore, nodding: "Mm."

This brief reply made Gui Yue even more uncomfortable, his gaze occasionally darting towards Jiang You.

This made Jiang You, who had witnessed everything in his subconscious and regained control of his body, feel both amused and helpless.

The weekly test was scheduled for Friday afternoon, which was also when time passed the fastest. Before he knew it, the day was over.

That evening, Jiang Qi called Meng Si Zhe, telling him to go to S City with him on Saturday and Sunday. After all, the Meng family was a partner of the Jiang family, so going out together wouldn't attract attention, and it would also be easier to ask his father for permission.

Meng Si Zhe had been spending a lot of time with X recently and agreed without hesitation.

"Is X coming?" Meng Si Zhe asked.

Jiang Qi's mouth twitched, "Mm," he hummed.

Meng Si Zhe's voice became even more cheerful: "Then it's settled, Brother You, just bring a little luggage, there's plenty there."

"Mm, got it." After saying that, Jiang Qi casually asked Meng Si Zhe about his relationship with X.

If it weren't for the vast difference in their family backgrounds, and X's extremely complicated family situation, Jiang Qi would absolutely not interfere.

But it was only "if," after all. Meng Si Zhe was his friend, X was also his friend. He still had to care a little about their situation.

Only when X matured to the point where no one could easily sway him, could Jiang Qi feel at ease letting the two of them date.

But thinking about it now was still too early.

The idiot opposite was clearly eternally clueless, his words implying that he and X were just ordinary friends. Jiang Qi felt sorry for X for a second, then coldly hung up the phone.

Meng Si Zhe was suddenly hung up on: ??? Did I say something wrong?

While Jiang Qi was taking leave from his tutoring classes to prepare for tomorrow, Gui Yue on the other side had also finished his preparations, buying a high-speed train ticket for ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

Early the next morning, Gui Yue packed his belongings and went downstairs to ask his father to drive him to the high-speed train station.

Gui Yue's mother sat in the passenger seat, also seeing him off. Along the way, she occasionally reminded Gui Yue of various small matters.

Gui Yue's father drove very steadily, and the speed was also fast, but unfortunately, there was severe traffic congestion on the road. The journey that should have taken only half an hour stretched to an hour and a half.

They arrived at the high-speed train station at nine-thirty. Luckily, Gui Yue had set off early, otherwise, he would surely have missed the train.

Gui Yue wore a tracksuit, a mask, and a black baseball cap, revealing his deep-set eyes. On his back was a very large black hiking backpack, filled with the various herbs and flower seeds he had bought the day before.

"Have fun."

Gui Yue's father looked at his son, not having much to say, just giving a casual reminder.

"Take these to your maternal grandfather, Old Man Zhou, and Old Man Zhao." Gui Yue's mother smiled, taking some specialties from A City from the back of the car and handing them to Gui Yue, reminding him: "Be sensible over there, help your maternal grandfather with more things."

Gui Yue scratched his ear, silently listening to his mother speak along the way. He carried the bag of specialties, "Yes," he hummed.

"Go quickly."

"Yes, Mom and Dad, you go back quickly too, drive safely!"

Gui Yue immediately breathed a sigh of relief, replied, and then, as if pardoned, turned and walked into the waiting room.

Gui Yue's mother chuckled: "He gets unhappy if I say a few words to him."

Gui Yue's father comforted her: "It's okay, your dad will manage him over there."

"Can Dad manage him? If Dad doesn't spoil him, that's one thing." Gui Yue's mother fell silent, thinking of Gui Yue's mischievous appearance as a child.

"Wasn't that because Gui Yue wasn't in good health before? Now Dad probably won't spoil him like that anymore."

Gui Yue's father's voice grew softer and softer, seemingly also feeling that the probability of his father-in-law not spoiling Gui Yue was extremely low.

Gui Yue's mother said irritably: "Forget it, Gui Yue is only staying for two days, he probably won't cause any trouble."