"Sit still and don't stick your head out," Zhong Mingwei scolded Meiya with a sullen face. He looked down at Chen Qingxuan outside and said with a smile, "What will happen to this private school if Mr. Chen goes back?"
Chen Qingxuan tried hard to force out a smile that wasn't too ugly: "Every year at this time, we have to take a month off. The children and parents are aware of this. I'll come back in early May when I'm done with everything, and we can start classes again after we've cleaned up."
"Oh, I see." Zhong Mingwei nodded and bowed to Chen Qingxuan, "Goodbye."
"Goodbye." Chen Qingxuan also raised his hands. He said dryly. He watched the curtain of the carriage being lowered. The girl's fair face could no longer be seen. The horse ran forward again. Except for the dust blown by the wind, nothing was left.
"Qingxuan, why aren't you getting up yet?" Grandma Chen was getting impatient waiting in the donkey cart and stuck her head out. As soon as she saw Chen Qingxuan's face, she immediately became anxious. "Qingxuan, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No," Chen Qingxuan hurriedly shook his head. He tried to force a smile at Grandma Chen while getting on the donkey cart, "I just feel a little reluctant to leave because I won't be back for a month."
"Why should I be reluctant to leave? It's the same every year." Grandma Chen said disdainfully, getting back into the donkey cart while still mumbling, "Besides, I'll be back next month, right?"
No, it's not the same every year.
Last May, the girl came to Ningguta and knocked on his door timidly. Her dark eyes looked at him without blinking: "Excuse me, what is your name?"
From then on, things were different.
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Chen Qingxuan recalled the scene when he first met Mei Ya last year. He couldn't help laughing, but also couldn't help being silent. He slowly swung the whip, hitting the donkey's butt one after another.
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The carriage ran for an hour and finally stopped in front of a thatched cottage. Pang Yi jumped off first, followed by Gu Changlin and Mei Ya, and finally Zhong Mingwei came out. Mei Ya and Pang Yi helped him get off the carriage one by one, and then Pang Yi let go of his hand and let Mei Ya support him alone.
Zhong Mingwei's legs have gotten much better. He could only stand on the ground for a short while before, but now he can limp slowly. This time, with Mei Ya's support and walking slowly, his limp is not as severe.
"How is it? Does your knee hurt?" Mei Ya asked worriedly, with both hands around Zhong Mingwei's waist. Zhong Mingwei's hands were on her shoulders, and the two of them moved forward step by step. This was the tacit understanding they had developed over a long period of time. When they were just walking at home before, Mei Ya was embarrassed in front of Gu Changlin and Pang Yi. Now that they were outside, there were suddenly many pairs of eyes looking at them, but Mei Ya could not care less and just tried to hold Zhong Mingwei more steadily.
"It doesn't hurt anymore," Zhong Mingwei held Meiya's shoulders, curled his lips at her, smiled, and said helplessly, "Actually, I can walk by myself, but I'm wearing too many clothes today, so I can't bend my legs."
"We have only just arrived. I will give you a bath when we get back. You must have been exposed to the wind after this trip, so you must have a good bath when you get back." Mei Ya was most afraid that Zhong Mingwei's knees would get cold, so even though the weather had turned warmer, Zhong Mingwei still wore fleece pants under his cotton pants. Zhong Mingwei was sweating all over, but Mei Ya still looked worried. "I have to add more moxa leaves, and I have to make ginger and brown sugar tea for you to drive away the cold."
"How can I feel cold?" Zhong Mingwei laughed dumbly, "I am sweating all over."
"That has to be driven away," Mei Ya glared at Zhong Mingwei, "Anyway, you have to listen to me."
"Yes, yes, I'll listen to you in everything." Zhong Mingwei said with a smile. Looking at the fluffy hair on Mei Ya's forehead flying in the wind, he pursed his lips. If they were not outside, he would have kissed her long ago.
"Come, go this way. There is snow over there and it's slippery." Mei Ya was not aware of Zhong Mingwei's thoughts at all. She carefully supported Zhong Mingwei and moved forward step by step.
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"Sir," Pang Yi's silent face showed some sadness when he heard Mei Ya and Zhong Mingwei talking and laughing behind him. He looked at Gu Changlin sideways and whispered in a low voice, "Really... there is no way?"
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