Three days later, Yaoshui Town.

When it arrived, it was in the afternoon, and the sun was burning.

The bluestone road is wide, leaving behind the wind and rain over the long years, and countless traces of pedestrians stepping on it.

Houses are lined up one after another, with the eaves facing each other, and clusters of lush flowers are climbing on the eaves of the walls, mostly round orchids, and roses as bright as the morning glow.

Because of the heat, vendors on both sides of the street sat loosely in the shade, and there were also squatting in groups of three or three. There were bamboo baskets and baskets in front of them, which were filled with a faint smell of fish and shrimp.

This is a small town with a slow pace of life and is not exclusive. It is located at the end of the Yao River. It flows forward through several villages and a wilderness, which is where the Yao River flows into the Sea of ​​Ink.

Sang Li walked away with a stomp. She ate wild fruits for several days to fill her hunger, and her eyes were almost hungry.

"Xiaomian, let's take you to have a good meal first."

She turned to a restaurant next to her. Qu Qingmian stood there without moving, and soon she heard her unconvinced voice.

"Who do you think is the beggar? You have eyes and head on your back, right? I have money!"

Sang Li excitedly stepped on the stairs to get in, but was stopped by the runner-door scanned up and down, saying that she would not beg for food, which made her very angry.

But as the price of the paotang was quoted, Sang Li calmed down and couldn't afford it. It was just that there was no need to use too many places to spend money right away. Before you could make money, you still have to save some money.

She pulled her hair a little embarrassedly, turned around and walked to Qu Qingmian, "There are all the customers inside. I will bring you here next time. Let's buy a few clothes first."

Although she was not a beggar, she and Qu Qingmian were covered in dirty and worn clothes. She had been unkempt and had faces on the road these days, and she looked like she was no different from a beggar.

After picking a garment shop located by the alley at the corner, Sang Li waved his hand proudly, "Xiaomian, come in and pick clothes. I will buy any one you like."

If she had some money on her body, she could remove two brocade bags from their waists thanks to Qu Qingmian who was chasing her guards in the alley.

The guards of wealthy families are much richer than ordinary people. They have two heavy bags, but unfortunately, the people in the dark scene are chasing me and miss out on the chance to tear a few more.

Sang Li didn't feel sorry, she was confident to make money.

Although I am just a student who has just finished the college entrance examination, I have worked part-time. Moreover, I have been wearing books for three years last time. Even though my age has not changed since I read the files again, I have accumulated a lot of experience, so it is no problem to support myself and Xiaomian by myself.

This ready-to-wear shop is very small, and after the two of them walked in, they could hardly turn around. Fortunately, the style and tailoring are pretty good.

Qu Qingmian was silent and picked up two simple black clothes. Sang Li glanced at him and his eyes widened, "I'd better choose for you."

Why should a good boy wear black? It's so lifeless? She wants to transform his heart. Then, it starts from the outside, and it seems to be a good start.

However, the boy was not grateful, and his pursed lips seemed cold and stubborn.

Sang Li couldn't force him, so he could only comfort him with a gentle voice, "Okay, then I bought these two items, would you choose two more?"

The boy said nothing and refused with silence.

This time, Sang Li did not give in and pointed at the store to a blue and white men's clothes, "These two pieces are also wrapped together."

The store owner agreed with a smile.

Sang Li turned to see Qu Qingmian, "Anyway, I bought it, it's up to you to wear it or not."

She thought to herself, I am different this time than the last time. No matter how cold and awkward you are, I will be very happy to you.

After bargaining the price and buying clothes, Sang Li stopped going to the restaurant and took Qu Qingmian to visit all the vendors in the town.

The town only traverses the two main streets, and the food was basically concentrated in a few places. Soon, the dark-faced Qu Qingmian's hands were stuffed with clam roasts, buns, cannon belly, etc.

Finally, Sang Li sat down in front of a vendor with a table and waved happily, "Xiaomian, come and sit down."

He turned his head and smiled and raised his hand, "Old man, please two bowls of jelly and lotus seed soup."

Along the way, Sang Li was not just shopping for food, she also observed what these small vendors sold.

She already has the prototype of making money in her mind, and vendors also sell it to drink it, but in summer it is basically lotus seed soup, mung bean soup, and ice bayberry.

Perhaps, she can use her part-time experience in a milk tea shop to study how to make fruit fish and ice cream in this world.

Qu Qingmian felt that the food was full of food was very stupid, but in the face of the strong aroma of food, he still ate silently. As he ate, he didn't hear her chattering. When he tilted his head, he saw her face with one hand on her face. He didn't know what he thought of, and his eyes were crescent and his little nose was wrinkled.

A beam of sunlight shines on the face, warm and beautiful.

His heartbeats a beat, and it seems that he is suddenly burned. The enthusiasm evaporated to his face in an instant. He quickly turned his head away and stopped looking at her.

The smile from the bottom of his heart was something he had never seen on her face in his previous life.

He thought coldly.

After eating and drinking, Sang Li quickly found Yaren in the town again, which is the real estate agent in her world.

After looking at several houses, Sang Li took the soft and hard bathing to the extreme, and finally decided on a relatively tidy house with a small courtyard at a relatively satisfactory price.

After getting the land deed, Sang Li faced the warm light of dusk, and his heart was full of expectations for future life, satisfied and happy, "Xiaomian, here will be our home in the future."

The boy's dark eyes moved slightly, our home...

"Are you newly moved?"

A slightly fat woman in a gray-brown linen skirt was holding a basket, and was opening the door of the house on the right, protruding her head to look at the two people standing outside.

The girl was wearing a white long dress with small flowers embroidered with apricot silk thread on her cuffs and skirt. The purity added a bit of vitality. The snow-white strap on her waist showed her slim figure with a full graceful grace, which made people unable to move away from her eyes.

The boy next to him was pale and cold, with completely different temperaments and looks...

The woman's inquiring eyes just met those indifferent eyes, and she couldn't help but shivered and subconsciously retreated and moved her gaze away.

When Sang Li saw that he was a neighbor, she smiled and replied, "Yes, I just moved here today."

It was said that she was moving, but in fact, she and Xiaomian had no property except for the newly bought clothes.

After answering the words, she saw a head poking out from the door opened by the woman, two small knots combing her buns. She was a little girl about five or six years old, looking at her with her eyes timidly.

Sang Li smiled and waved at her, "Hello."

The little girl didn't say anything, and retracted her head, which was half poked out, in a flash.

The woman laughed, her laughter was a little upset, and her voice was wider. "My child is timid, don't be surprised."

She walked over with a basket, "Are you brothers and sisters? They are all so good-looking, where are the parents?"

As he said that, his eyes were straight into the small yard. Although the neighbor's house was not big, it was still much better than her narrow and dim house.

When Qu Qingmian heard the brother and brother, his brows frowned slightly. He didn't like the woman's gaze and questioning. His lips were pursed, revealing a sense of indifference.

The sunset was filled with sunset, and Sang Li was thinking about the house that had not lived in for a long time and needed to be cleaned. He smiled and said, "There are no parents, only us siblings. Now the house is messy. When it is cleaned up, I invite you to come and sit down."

The woman was a little surprised to hear that she had no parents and grabbed a handful of fresh, soiled vegetables from the basket and handed them over, "My surname is Cao, Cao Yingxiu. From now on, everyone will be neighbors. You can find me any need. Are there any broom and rags you packed? I won't send them to you."

As he said that, he raised his hand and pointed to the neighbor who was closed on the other side, and said in a tight voice, "There is a single man who lives in that family who doesn't speak on weekdays. You are so beautiful, so be careful."

Sang Li didn't like to talk to others, so she thanked her. Cao Yingxiu said a few more words before she returned with the basket. The little girl was poked her head and looked at her again. The woman pulled her into it and closed the door.

Later, Sang Li learned that Cao Yingxiu was a widow, the little girl named Zhao Cuicui, and her father died when she was less than three years old.

Before entering the house, Sang Li looked at the smoke or movement, as if there was no one living in another house, and he did not take any guesses because of Cao Yingxiu's words.

I only thought about this neighbor, she would inevitably ask for advice when she encountered something she didn't understand. When the house was cleaned up, she would have to invite her to have a meal together.

Sang Li rolled up her sleeves and prepared for a major cleaning.

Qu Qingmian didn't plan to be idle either. He picked up the rusty shovel behind the door and began to clean up the weeds growing wildly in the yard.

"Xiaomian, your legs are just right, you don't have to work, just sit and rest." Sang Li quickly wiped a wooden chair and pushed it over.

That's him, someone else was injured for a hundred days, and he was able to recover as if he was fine in just a few days.

Qu Qingmian didn't look at her or ignored her. She shoveled down with shovels and shovels, and flipped up the weeds neatly.

His chest seemed to be filled with cotton.

She said siblings, siblings?

A little sadness in my cold heart was inexplicably revealed, and I couldn't stop bubbling out.

What kind of siblings, who is siblings with her? What is the disappointment when you hear it?

She was an enemy, and he told himself this, and he tried harder with shovels.

Seeing that he was so vigorous in his work, Sang Li didn't persuade him. When the preliminary hygiene was completed, it was already dark and he wanted to clean up completely and had to continue tomorrow.

After a while, she made two bowls of simple noodles with scallion oil and placed them on the table, "Xiaomian, go wash your hands and have dinner."

The candle is dim and the familiar fragrance of the noodles brings a lot of memories.

Qu Qingmian was silent like a shadow.

He sat down, picked up the chopsticks and looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him.

The memory seemed to be deeply embedded in his body. He subconsciously picked up the chopsticks, rolled them up and took a bite, and his taste buds were whistling with countless pictures.

What he missed most in his previous life was always the noodles she cooked with her hands countless times.

That's something that others can't eat, only she can do, and only do it for him.

As soon as Sang Li looked up, she saw Qu Qingmian holding chopsticks, rolling noodles layer by layer. She only ate them in one bite until the whole roll was finished. She smiled in surprise, "So you like eating noodles like this too!"

This is a bad habit that she has never changed. She always likes to eat noodles with rolls. When she was a child, she was scolded a lot for this.

Qu Qingmian broke free from his memory, lowered his head and his eyelashes trembled slightly, covering up his momentary emotions.

He lived with her for three years, from not even able to take chopsticks or speak, to living like a real person, all of them followed her habits and had long been melted into her flesh and blood and could not be changed.

The girl in front of her did not have any doubts, and seemed to be unable to remember the details of her past relationship. She smiled and was delighted to find her friends.
Chapter completed!