"Thank you for your hard work."
"It's okay, it's not hard, teacher."
When the teacher heard what the two of them said, she regained her teacher's expression and said to them, "I still hope that you can focus on your studies."
There is no one else here except the three of them.
They naturally understood the teacher's hidden meaning...
After all, the teacher was an experienced person, and she noticed that there was something wrong in the eyes of the two people, and there seemed to be a spark for a moment.
"Ye Qingliu, you are a smart person. You naturally understand the truth without the teacher explaining it. I hope you won't waste your time on other things."
"Girls in puberty will have feelings for the opposite sex, but I still hope you can keep your distance from him and not ruin your own future and affect the future of others."
After the teacher said this, he left without looking back.
"Qingliu...what should we do? The teacher seems to have discovered us."
Bai Zhiye said to Ye Qingliu.
"She has no evidence yet."
"Don't be afraid, I've got you covered."
When Bai Zhiye heard these words, her heart seemed to explode.
It really makes me cry... It makes me feel so safe. But he really didn't just talk about it, he really did it.
"Tsk, this teacher is really something."
"I finally got him after a lot of effort."
"my darling."
[Bai Qiye]'s voice echoed in her heart.
"Let's go back."
"Okay."
The two left the school together and walked side by side on the street outside.
"Selling roasted sweet potatoes~ Fragrant and sweet roasted sweet potatoes~"
They heard the voice of a peddler, and they followed the source of the sound and found it was an old man.
The old man was about sixty years old, his face dark, the mark of years of dealing with coal. His face was covered with wrinkles, like the ravines of time, recording the hardships and difficulties of life.
The old man's hair has turned gray, but his eyes are still bright, revealing a kind and benevolent look.
An ancient barbecue oven squatted quietly in the corner of the wall. The charcoal fire in the oven was burning brightly. The flames licked the surrounding air happily, emitting a soft orange light.
On the stove cover, several carefully selected sweet potatoes lay quietly, their skins gradually turning brown under the embrace of the heat wave, and occasionally making slight crackling sounds, which was the happy singing of sugar under high temperature.
Finally, when the lid of the oven was gently opened, a burst of hot steam accompanied by a richer potato aroma hit the face.
"Boy, girl, do you want one?"
"Yeah, okay."
"Coming right up."
The old man took out two large sweet potatoes from the stove, put them in a plastic bag and handed them to them.
"Thanks."
The two said in unison and paid the old man.
Along the way, Bai Zhiye happily ate roasted sweet potatoes, while Ye Qingliu put his other hand into his warm pocket.
Ye Qingliu sent Bai Zhiye to her doorstep.
"Qingliu, please be careful on the road."
"Okay, can you give me a reward?"
Ye Qingliu asked with a smile.
"Of course."
Bai Zhiye stood on tiptoe, and he bent down to cooperate. She quickly left a light kiss on his cheek.
(The Ye family's residence)
Seeing Ye Qingliu coming from not far away, the housekeeper greeted him, and Ye Qingliu responded to him.
"I haven't seen the young master smile so happily in a long time."
The butler looked at Ye Qingliu's figure as he entered and spoke to himself.
The housekeeper's name was Zhao Chengshu, and he had been with the Ye family for many years. Ever since the death of Ye Chenxi (the head of the family), Zhao Chengshu had fallen into a dark period in his life. He had watched Ye Qingliu grow up, and he considered him half his grandson.
The reason why he returned to the Ye family only now was because of some misfortunes in his family. His wife passed away, and his son, who was not very capable, ran off to hang out somewhere.
"Brother, what have you been doing? Why are you back so late?"
Hua Jinyue asked.
"Something."
Ye Qingliu said this, then moved a chair and sat down.
"Huh, brother is such a busy man."
"Jinyue, what's wrong with you?"
"I saw a really nice hairstyle in a magazine, but Uncle Yan Ye volunteered to do it for me, and it ended up like this."
Hua Jinyue took out the photo and showed it to Ye Qingliu. Ye Qingliu looked at the messy hair of Hua Jinyue in the photo and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Jinyue, let me try."
Ye Qingliu gently grabbed a handful of Hua Jinyue's hair with his hands...
Ten minutes later...
Hua Jinyue looked at her hairstyle in the mirror. It was very delicate, exactly the same as in the photo in the magazine.
"Brother, you have such a clever hand."
"I really like the way my brother tied his hair."
"Come and help Jinyue tie her hair from now on."
Her silver bell-like laughter was heard in the air.
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