Jiang Xiachu was holding a steamed bun basket as big as a washbasin in his arms, with a pile of buns stacked inside, and he was also holding a bulging cloth bag in his hand.
She seemed a little depressed.
Seeing this, Lin Qingli looked at her in confusion, frowned and asked, "What's going on, Xia Chu? There are baskets and bags here. Did they go to rob?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Yingqiu frowned even deeper and glanced at her daughter. Speechless?
"What stupid words are you saying? Why did they rob people?"
After that, she looked at Jiang Xiachu again and asked, "What's wrong, Xiachu? What happened?"
Jiang Xiachu walked into the yard, put the steamed bun basket and cloth bag on the table, and spread out his hands helplessly.
"I went to Lu Huaiyan to cancel the marriage report, but he had something else to do and was delayed again."
As she spoke, she pointed to a pile of things on the table and said softly, "Those are the buns Aunt Cheng sent. Let's eat them together."
However, the two of them were totally unconcerned about what was going on with the steamed buns and plums, and only caught the word "delay".
Fang Yingqiu frowned instantly, speechless: "What do you mean? Why is he so busy all day long? He can't spare any time at all!"
Lin Qingli on the side thought for a moment, then said something and complained: "I think he is not necessarily busy, but he is reluctant to let go and does not want to peel off this last layer of relationship. He wants to pester Xia Chu, so he keeps finding excuses to shirk his responsibilities."
Jiang Xiachu smiled, but didn't believe Lin Qingli's explanation at all: "It's impossible, Lu Huaiyan doesn't like me."
Rather than saying that he is reluctant, it would be more believable to say that he does not care about her and is too lazy to make time for her.
"So what does he mean? Doesn't our time mean time? He always says he's been delayed by something."
Lin Qingli felt dizzy at this moment. She had no idea what Lu Huaiyan was thinking and couldn't guess it at all.
On weekdays, Lu Huaiyan also cared a lot about Xia Chu, but whenever she put herself in his shoes, she would have some misunderstandings and wonder if he was interested in her.
But Xia Chu said he didn't like her.
How is that possible?
Isn’t this love?
Could it really be that kind of brother-sister relationship?
She felt that it didn't look like that at all.
Lin Qingli kept sorting out these relationships in her mind, but she always felt that the more she sorted them out, the more confused they became.
After a while, she simply shook her head, put the matter behind her, and stopped thinking about it if she couldn't figure it out.
She also didn't want to cause trouble for herself for no reason.
Lin Qingli thought about it, raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Xiachu, studying the expression on her face.
She sat on the chair, her face neither cold nor hot, without any trace of emotion, and she didn't look sad at all.
Judging from his indifferent look, he seemed to have let go of Lu Huaiyan a long time ago.
Since Xia Chu doesn't care anymore, there is no need for her to worry about it.
Now we just have to wait for Lu Huaiyan to be free and then deal with the report issue.
By then, Xia Chu will be able to let go completely and start a new life.
Jiang Xiachu walked all the way back from Dongfang Hutong and felt a little tired.
After sitting in the yard for a while, she went back to her room and changed her new dress.
She carefully removed the makeup on her face with spiritual spring water, washed her face again, and applied facial cream.
Afraid that Lin Qingli couldn't remove the makeup thoroughly by herself, she watched her from the side and told her to wash her face thoroughly.
She must see Qingli become more and more beautiful.
After washing her face, Lin Qingli took Jiang Xiachu to the yard and sat down. She picked up the apple on the table and started eating it while looking at Jiang Xiachu.
"Xiachu, once we join the art troupe, we will all be grown up and able to earn a salary."
Lin Qingli supported her face with one hand and ate the apple in her hand: "When the time comes, the first thing I will do is buy a silver bracelet for my mother."
Jiang Xiachu nodded.
When she became able to earn money, the first person she showed her filial respect to was Fang Yingqiu.
The two of them ate fruit and chatted, and were particularly looking forward to life in the art troupe.
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Art troupe.
Ever since what happened during the exam that day, Xiang Xue's brother and Sun Li were punished together.
Especially Xiang Xue's brother, because he tampered with the registration form this time, he was directly demoted, and Xiang Xue was also permanently deprived of the opportunity to join the art troupe.
She will not be eligible to register for any future assessments.
After Xiang Xue received the news, she was almost mad with rage. She smashed things around the house and cried loudly.
She had put in so much effort for the exam for the art troupe, but now she was told that she would never have a chance to join the troupe again.
She ran to question her brother, but was scolded instead.
There is no room for maneuver in this matter.
Xiang Xue was angry and anxious, she cried until she felt dizzy, and she rushed out of the house in a daze and ran to the Meng family.
When she arrived at the Meng family, her eyes were swollen, her face was red from crying, she kept sobbing, and she could hardly speak clearly.
He Yiran happened to come as well. Just as she walked to the door, before she had time to knock, she saw Xiang Xue crying loudly.
She was stunned for a moment, her brows furrowed.
After a moment, I guessed what happened.
He Yiran hid the smile in his eyes, moved closer hypocritically, pretended to be ignorant, and asked: "Xiaoxue, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying so hard? Who made you angry?"
Xiang Xue rolled her eyes at her angrily, but was too lazy to say anything more to her at this moment. After snorting coldly with a crying voice, she rushed to the gate of the courtyard and knocked heavily on the door.
“Boom boom boom—”
"An Yao!"
"An Yao, are you home?"
“…”
Xiang Xue kept knocking on the door, her voice filled with tears, but after a long time, there was no response from Meng Anyao.
He Yiran curled his lips lightly, and when Xiang Xue finally quieted down, he stood up and stood in front of her, knocking on the door twice without haste.
"An Yao, I have something to tell you, are you home?"
He Yiran's voice was not loud, but not long after he spoke, Meng Anyao's response came from inside.
“Here I come.”
Xiang Xue's face froze, but she didn't say much. She raised her hand to rub her eyes and stood at the door waiting.
“Crunch—”
After a while, the door opened a little.
Meng Anyao frowned and looked over. When she saw Xiang Xue, her face froze for a moment.
"An Yao, because of last time..."
Xiang Xue felt more and more aggrieved, and was just about to complain to Meng Anyao.
Suddenly, Meng Anyao stretched out her hand in front of her and interrupted her: "Xiaoxue!"
Xiang Xue was stunned for a moment.
Before she could even open her mouth to speak, Meng Anyao said apologetically, "Xiaoxue, Yi Ran and I have something to talk about today, so I can't accompany you. Let's make an appointment another day."
After saying that, Meng Anyao turned to look at He Yiran beside her and gave her a wink.
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