Qu Qingmian was very alert. He woke up the moment the door was pushed open.

The moonlight crawled in from the window, and in order not to make a sound, the reflected figure moved over like a strange crab.

Although he couldn't see clearly, he still recognized it as Sang Li at first sight.

The opened eyes closed again, Qu Qingmian wanted to see what she was going to do when she came over in the middle of the night.

He wouldn't think that she wanted to kill him in advance because she didn't have the ability.

Sang Li approached the curtain and lifted the boy lying in the corner. He curled up sideways and looked at the inside, facing this side, and couldn't see clearly.

Xiaomian should be asleep. The first time she visited someone in the bedroom late at night, her nervous heart gradually calmed down.

After watching Jingjing for a while, Sang Li's eyes were shiny, and she suppressed the urge to touch his head.

Qu Qingmian could feel his eyes falling on his body, like tiny ants crawling. He wanted to move and open his eyes, but his usual quietness made him just pretend to be asleep.

After a long time, the person who collapsed left.

Before leaving, he leaned over and tucked the corners of his quilt, and a slightly cool strand of hair shook over the side of his face.

The sound of closing the door was soft, Qu Qingmian opened her eyes, her eyes were silent, and she could no longer sleep.

Sangli started selling fruit scooping and ice cream. After making it every morning, it was launched on the market on the hottest afternoon of the day. It usually sold out in less than two hours.

No matter what those people suggest, Sangli only makes so much and sells it once a day.

A few days later, people who knew the rules began to queue up in advance. The number of people who heard the news continued to try. There were more repeat customers who thought they were good after eating. There was a shortage of supply every day, and Sang Li also made a fortune.

Cao Yingxiu went to see it twice, and usually there were no people in the afternoon, and it was as lively as morning gatherings.

The girl stood in the shade, rolled up her sleeves, revealing her fair and slender forearms, and her movements were quick.

The white face as big as a palm was slightly sweaty, but it looked like the lotus stained with water droplets in the pond, looking pretty pretty.

Cao Yingxiu was so angry that she gritted her teeth, as if someone had taken a handful of them from her wallet. "When there are so many people selling them one after another, I won't regret it if you don't listen to me!"

At the same time, she also thought about it. Anyway, there will be people following the trend soon. Others can, but why can't she?

When he said that, Cao Yingxiu thought about the taste he had eaten several times, and could roughly figure out what he had added, so he immediately bought ingredients and went back to test it.

However, after half a month, when she was ready and was in high spirits to go to the market to sell fruit salad and ice cream, she found that the business of selling lotus seed soup and mung bean soup was not much better than that of the lotus seed soup and mung bean soup.

The other two or three vendors who were also following the trend quickly, like Cao Yingxiu, found that they sold from morning to night were not as good as Sang Li for two or three hours.

If you want to compete at a low price, the price of Sangli is not high. If you drop, they may not even be able to make money back. Moreover, because Sangli is sold at a short time every day, cold food mixed with pulp is the freshest.

Cao Yingxiu was busy for a few days and found that it was not as good as his own work. He was so angry that he lost some money and closed the stall in shame.

Sang Li noticed Cao Yingxiu's follow-up sale, but she didn't care at all.

I have made a lot of money during this period. At least I can buy whatever my family wants. After the two or three hours of work every afternoon, I can go home to accompany Xiaomian. I am simply content.

Since I went to ask about the private school half a month ago, Sang Li took such a dull evening and carefully pretended to be careless and casually mentioned Qu Qingmian.

"Xiaomian, do you want to read? Otherwise, I'll send you to study."

She was very nervous. After all, Xiaomian was not close to anyone. He seemed to have an invisible barrier, separating himself from others. There was always a little incompatible indifference. Would he be willing to go to a new environment and contact strangers?

Unexpectedly, Qu Qingmian responded calmly, "Okay."

Sang Li was so happy.

If you are willing to take the first step, it will always get better and better in the future, right?

She immediately pulled Qu Qingmian to buy a few new clothes, pen, ink, paper, ink, ink, and cloth bags. When she came back, she met Yan Qiuyuan who was back from the river.

When he learned that Qu Qingmian was going to a private school in August, Yan Qiuyuan said softly, "I have some books at home, so I can teach him to read first."

Sang Li was originally worried. Usually, the child was seven or eight years old. Qu Qingmian started to speak only after he was thirteen. He had no foundation to recognize words. Will other children be ridiculed by him after he went to a private school?

Unfortunately, the words in this world are somewhat different from those in her world, and what she learned is different. Even if she has never fallen out of the top three in high school, it is not easy to teach casually.

Now Yan Qiuyuan has taken the initiative to mention it, which can be said to be just right.

It was the first time I came to Yan Qiuyuan's house, Sang Li was still a little curious.

After all, this neighbor never mentions his own affairs, he is taciturn, but every time he speaks, he is a well-known knowledgeable person, as if he knows everything, let alone the demeanor around him.

Yan Qiuyuan is not like a person living in such a remote town.

His house is not big and there are not many things inside, so it seems empty.

The doors and windows should have been modified to be more spacious and the sun shines into the house better, dry and refreshing.

Sang Li was shocked when he saw what Yan Qiuyuan said.

It was a bookshelves renovated from a whole wall, full of books.

Sang Li looked around and finally stood in front of the wall where the calligraphy and paintings were hung.

She knows how to write some calligraphy in brushes. Although she is only an amateur, she still has a vision. The character is written vigorously and vigorously, and it contains a decisive sharpness in calmness and leisure. Just looking at the characters, you will know that your knowledge will never be shallow.

In addition to the characters, Sang Li also saw two paintings of the same woman, her expression was simply alive. Looking at the shy smile on the painting and the divortex with a light corner of her mouth, she seemed to be able to hear her clear laughter.

"Are these calligraphy and paintings written by Brother Yan?" Sang Li was really shocked, as if he suddenly found a hidden boss beside him, and he unconsciously showed some admiration.

Qu Qingmian saw her eyes fixed on the calligraphy and paintings, with big eyes clear and clear eyes, subconsciously touching the brush he bought in the cloth bag.

Yan Qiuyuan cleaned the desk and spread a piece of white rice paper, "Well, I'm laughing."

He began to teach Qu Qingmian to recognize words and write, and the first thing he did was his name.

Sang Li came back to his senses from the shock brought by Yan Qiuyuan, and then was shocked by Qu Qingmian.

The boy stood there and said nothing, his eyes were extremely focused, and he turned as Yan Qiuyuan's hand writing.

"Qu, Qing, Mian, your name."

Yan Qiuyuan showed him three words one by one, and then handed him the pen, "You try it."

Sang Li thought that no matter what crooked lines Xiaomian wrote, she would praise him and give him confidence.

The boy took the pen and fumbled it carefully. At this pause, the ink on the tip of the pen fell on the rice paper and dyed it into a ball.

Sang Li was about to get stuck in his throat, how to praise this, how to praise his momentum or his pen posture?

However, it was indeed too embarrassing to ask him to write with a pen as soon as he came up. She was about to comfort her, but her eyes paused slightly and her eyes suddenly widened.

Qu Qingmian wrote his name like flowing water, and he wrote his name in one go.

The word is even more vigorous and powerful, with awe-inspiring momentum of silver hooks and tails.

“…”

Sang Li was a little confused about how to praise her. She knew that Xiaomian was smart and learned things very quickly, but she didn't expect that she could write much better than her for the first time.

In just two hours that day, Qu Qingmian almost never remembered everything. He could remember all the words he taught, and the words he wrote became more and more steady and sharp.

In the end, Sang Li was shocked.

Maybe, this is the difference between genius and ordinary people.

When he went back, Yan Qiuyuan gave Xiaomian two books, so he could change them at any time after reading them.

Qu Qingmian stepped out of the threshold and said nothing throughout the whole process. He spoke at this moment. He asked Yan Qiuyuan, "Can you teach me how to draw in the future?"

Yan Qiuyuan looked at him, his eyes containing a gentle understanding, "Yes."

Sang Li couldn't understand that understanding.

During this period of time, she could feel that Yan Qiuyuan was sincere in treating Xiaomian well. When she thought of saying hello at first, he said that seeing Xiaomian was like seeing her former self, which deepened Sang Li's curiosity about his past.

Of course she didn't ask much, but when she thought of the painting she saw just now, she tentatively said, "Brother Yan, who is the girl you painted?"

There were cicadas tirelessly chirping on the big tree in front of the door, and the sunset disappeared, leaving only bright clouds and dark blue sky with gradually dark blue.

The summer evening breeze blows gently, gently blowing on Yan Qiuyuan's face.

He seemed to see the lovely girl again, blushing and a small voice, "Let's lean forward."
Chapter completed!