There aren't many things in the house, so it seems too empty. Fortunately, it's clean and tidy.
Liang Meng felt that every time he turned over in his sleep at night, an echo would be produced.
"Auntie Wu... huh? Where are they?"
It was boring to just stay here, so Liang Meng thought about chatting with Wu Ma, maybe she could find out some unexpected news.
But when she turned around, there was no one behind her. Liang Meng turned around in a circle, making sure that Wu Ma was no longer in the room.
Did Wu Ma practice some extraordinary martial arts? How could she come and go so silently?
Before Liang Meng could finish her complaints while pinching her waist, Wu Ma came back with a light blue quilt that looked very soft.
"These quilts are all new, so feel free to use them, young lady."
Wu Ma looked at Liang Meng expressionlessly, and her words were dry and flat, without any emotional ups and downs.
Like a robot.
"Okay, thank you, Aunt Wu."
After all, it's not your territory, so it definitely won't hurt to be more polite and well-mannered.
Aunt Wu still had no expression on her face, and her nods were stiff. She walked past Liang Meng to the bed and made the bedding.
"Girl, if you have anything, just call me."
He patted the slightly deflated pillow until it became soft and puffy as if it had been blown up.
Aunt Wu stood up and looked at Liang Meng's cloudy eyes motionlessly, her tone full of a cracked and tearing feeling like the dry yellow earth.
When Liang Meng listened to Wu Ma talking, he always swallowed his saliva unconsciously, as if this could make the words more mellow and prevent his ear bones from itching.
After Wu Ma finished speaking, without waiting for Liang Meng to respond, she bowed slightly, nodded slightly, and walked out.
Liang Meng stared at Wu Ma, who was carrying a casserole on her back, and was surprised to find that Wu Ma walked without making any sound.
If Liang Meng hadn't been sure that every step Wu Ma took was firmly on the ground, she would have really suspected that she was the incarnation of a zombie, floating when she walked.
As the saying goes, you may search high and low but you still can’t find it, but when you find it, it comes without any effort.
Liang Meng has been lying on the bed since Wu Ma left, racking her brains to think about how to ask Uncle Qi about Qi Zhen without causing unnecessary misunderstandings and suspicions.
He rolled until a noticeable dent was left on the bed, but Liang Mengdu still had no idea what was going on.
Who knew we would meet during dinner?
Qi Zhen was the son of Qi Shu.
It’s not that I haven’t thought about the possibility that Qi Zhen might be related to Uncle Qi. After all, they have the same surname, so the probability of them knowing each other is relatively high.
But Liang Meng never imagined that Qi Zhen could be Uncle Qi's son.
These two people don't look like father and son at all.
Uncle Qi has a square face with a righteous air, sharp and majestic eyes, and exudes the decisiveness that only those in power can have.
And Qi Zhen, of course, at this time Qi Zhen was still a healthy and rosy-complexioned young man.
Qi Zhen had a long, round face. His eyes, though small, were bright and lively. His black pupils were calm and gentle, like quiet stones at the bottom of a lake.
His face was fair and calm, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. No matter when you looked at him, he seemed to be smiling, making people feel much closer to him.
He is just a man of few words and hardly says a word during the meal.
Only when Uncle Qi asked would he put down his bowl and chopsticks and answer briefly and respectfully. The rest of the time, he would lower his head and eat quietly and seriously.
Oh, Qi Zhen is the young man who had been following Liang Meng when she came back just now, and whose back Liang Meng felt was very similar to that of a legend.
Because of Qi Zhen's reserved personality, Liang Meng did not choose to unleash her enthusiasm and engage in awkward conversation, as she might give people the frivolous illusion of "I'm attracted to you."
At night, Liang Meng lay on her side on the bed, her arms under her head, her eyes looking at the soft moonlight seeping in through the paper window.
My heart felt much more at peace. Now that I have found the person, I can settle down here with peace of mind.
As Liang Meng drifted off to sleep, she thought she heard the cooing of some kind of pigeon. At first, she thought she was dreaming, so she turned over and tried to fall back asleep.
Unexpectedly, the chirping started again. Liang Meng pricked up her ears and listened carefully. This was a poor imitation, terrible and exaggerated.
Then there was the sound of the wooden door opening. Liang Meng suddenly opened his eyes and the corners of his mouth curled up in excitement. There was obviously someone there.
At the small door in the backyard at this time.
"Brother Zhen~" A soft and joyful female voice.
"Shh, don't make any noise, come here~" It was Qi Zhen's voice.
In the darkness, two figures, one tall and one short, slowly moved towards the jujube tree not far from the back door, which looked gloomy in the night.
"What's wrong? Lan'er, you came to see me so late, is there something urgent?"
Qi Zhen wrapped Zhilan's cold and damp little hands in his big palms to warm them.
"Your hands are so cold. The night wind is chilly. You should put on some more clothes before going out."
Qi Zhen's words carried a hint of blame and distress. He blew a few puffs of warm air into the palm of his hand and rubbed it gently.
The slender white jade fingers rubbing together felt warm.
"I ran all the way here and didn't feel cold at all."
Zhilan's sweet and innocent voice revealed great joy in the darkness. It seemed as if nothing in the world could make her happier than this.
"Besides, I'm so happy thinking that I'll see you soon that I'll forget everything else."
"You~~"
Qi Zhen raised a finger and gently stroked the tip of Zhilan's cute, upturned nose. His tone was filled with extreme doting.
"By the way, Brother Zhen."
Zhilan remembered the important matter, stood up straight, and grabbed Qi Zhen's hand with a little force.
"You weren't hurt today, were you?"
After saying that, the little hands grabbed Qi Zhen's sleeves and wanted to check it, but Qi Zhen stopped them with a funny and helpless look.
"Nothing."
As he spoke, he spread his arms and turned around.
"But you, you came here late at night for such a small matter and made me worry."
"How can it be a small matter?"
Seeing that Qi Zhen was fine, Zhilan's tone rose happily again. Qi Zhen put his finger between his lips and made a "hush" sound. Zhilan stuck out her tongue and shrank her shoulders, looking back and forth with her round, shining eyes.
"Brother Zhen is the most important person and the most important thing in my heart."
When it comes to love words, I am no less good than others.
Zhilan's love was straightforward, sincere and passionate. Qi Zhen's heart was boiling with passion, and the sparks in his body quickly spread across the prairie, burning him from head to toe.
Unable to restrain himself, he opened his arms and embraced the petite girl in his arms, his eyes filled with cherishment and love.
Liang Meng leaned against the jujube tree with her arms folded across her chest, her head lowered as she watched the love drama of the year intently, clicking her tongue.
This love is so sweet and touching!
Sadly, the ending was tragic.
Liang Meng was lost in thought, pouting, shaking his head and sighing, nodding his head. Unprepared for a gust of wind, Liang Meng was swept headfirst.
Seeing that he was about to fall flat on his face, Liang Meng quickly raised his hand and used his spiritual power, and landed steadily on the flat ground like pulling an onion out of dry land.
The posture is cool and handsome.
"Hehe...Hehe...Qiaoha!"
Liang Meng waved his hand awkwardly and said hello.
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