"The class will start tomorrow, don't you have to prepare?" Grandma Chen hurried over and said, "Go back to your room and read a book. I'll go and cook. Why do you need to cook?"
"It's okay. I've been reading books these past few nights, so I've already prepared it." Chen Qingxuan smiled at Grandma Chen. He turned back to look at Meiya, "Girl, help Grandma over. We'll be eating zongzi later!"
"Okay!" Meiya agreed readily, and immediately rushed over to help Grandma Chen back, and pressed her down to sit on the chair. At the same time, she began to massage Grandma Chen's shoulders. "Grandma, since your eldest grandson is so filial, you should just enjoy your life. You look so anxious."
"Don't I feel sorry for you?" Grandma Chen had never been so happy before. She reached out and held Meiya's hand. She sighed, "Girl, if you live like this every day, I can live to be eighty!"
"How can eighty be enough?" Meiya put her arms around Grandma Chen's neck from behind. She leaned over and whispered in Grandma Chen's ear, "Grandma, you will live to be a hundred years old."
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That night.
After Mei Ya washed up, she went back to her room to rest. The room she lived in was the one Zhong Mingwei once lived in. Naturally, the bed she slept in was also the one Zhong Mingwei had slept in. As expected, Mei Ya suffered from insomnia again. She was obviously very tired all over, but she just couldn't fall asleep. She stared at the crescent moon outside the window. After a while, she suddenly sat up from the bed.
She put on her outer coat, put on her shoes, walked to the door, and then stopped. She stood in front of the wooden door for a long time, and finally pushed the door open. She groped her way to the kitchen, picked up a large bowl of rice dumplings from the pot, and then tiptoed out of the door with the bowl of rice dumplings. As soon as she felt the cold wind outside, she hurriedly opened her outer coat and wrapped the bowl of rice dumplings in it, then trotted up the mountain road.
It was not the first time that she went up the mountain in the dark. The last time was during the Lantern Festival, also on a dark night. She was carrying her eldest son’s lunch box. Even though she was sweating from exhaustion, she was happy in her heart. She kept thinking about walking faster, or the Lantern Festival dumplings would get cold and not taste good. It was the same this time, the same night and the same rugged mountain road, but Meiya stopped running. She looked up, looking at the crescent moon above her head in confusion.
What is she doing?
Should I show weakness actively or bring humiliation upon myself?
Mei Ya couldn't figure it out, nor did she want to think about it. She wrapped her outer garment tighter and walked up the mountain step by step against the wind.
At this moment, she really didn't want to think about anything. She only knew that today was the Dragon Boat Festival, and she made some rice dumplings to send to Zhong Mingwei.
Zhong Mingwei has never eaten the rice dumplings she made.
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Mei Ya breathed a long sigh of relief at the half-open courtyard door. This courtyard door was newly made and a little asymmetrical with the original one. It was not very easy to lock. Pang Yi didn't care much about it. Anyway, he was an old man who had been fighting in the battlefield for more than ten years and was not afraid of anything. Therefore, the door was always half-closed. As long as she reached in and gently pushed the bolt to the side, the door would open.
Mei Ya stood in front of the door, wiping the sweat from her face and straightening her messy hair. Then she gently pushed the door open and tiptoed into the yard. When she reached the yard, she suddenly stopped. She stared at the closed door in a daze for a long time before she turned her eyes away and walked towards the window.
One step, two steps, three steps...
Mei Ya felt that with every step she took, her heart jumped a little more. She had been immersed in pain and struggle these past few days, but when she returned to this yard and walked towards the broken window, she suddenly realized what she wanted and cared about the most. So even if she hated Zhong Mingwei, as long as she faced him, she was only filled with joy, a humble and helpless joy.
Mei Ya felt like she was possessed by a demon. She loathed herself, but at the same time she couldn't control her feet at all. Not only her feet, but also her eyes, her mouth, and the heart that was almost bursting out of her chest.
"Zhong Mingwei..." When she finally called out Zhong Mingwei's name through the hole in the window, Mei Ya felt that her heart had fallen to the ground. She just lay on the ground so humbly, waiting for someone to pick her up or trample her.
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