After being abandoned, Tofu Xishi broke off the relationship

It turned out that the sweetheart he was talking about was her.

This world... is really small.

But why her?

"So are you going in to find him?" Su He asked.

Su Ruanruan shook her head. "He will be taking the Autumn Examination soon, so he must be busy with schoolwork. I won't go in. I'll just stand here and watch."

Did she think he was still in the academy?

"Then I won't bother you anymore. I'll go somewhere else. I'm leaving now."

Su He said goodbye to Su Ruanruan and left with the burden on his shoulders.

Su Ruanruan looked at her slender back, although she didn't see her face.

But when she left, she walked briskly, probably because she was in a good mood.

Hopefully, she can let go of what happened that night as soon as possible.

When Su He rushed to Fengshui Bridge, Mu Bai was writing a letter for someone else.

Only after finishing the three letters did he get a chance to catch his breath.

Seeing the woman putting down her burden next to her, he frowned slightly.

Ever since he asked her for directions in the alley that day, he seemed to always see her.

Yesterday, she also set up a stall here.

Although she was wearing a veil, she lifted a corner to greet him yesterday.

Then he recognized that the girl wearing a veil was the one who showed him the way that day.

But he clearly saw her selling steamed buns in a corner of the academy at that time, so why was she here now?

Forget it, what does this have to do with him? It’s her freedom to set up her stall wherever she wants.

It’s just that I haven’t eaten lunch yet, so I’m a little hungry now.

"Miss Su, please give me a steamed bun."

Mu Bai handed her the two cents in his hand and reached out to take the soft steamed bun.

He took small bites of the water bag in his hand.

Su He looked straight at him through the veil. He ate very gracefully, even the way he ate revealed a bit of elegance.

Su He looked a little lonely when he thought about his relationship with Su Ruanruan.

I don’t know whether I am happy or sad.

In short, my chest feels stuffy.

"Mr. Mu is talented and gentle. I wonder which young lady is so lucky to be favored by him."

Mu Bai paused, a little dazed, and Su Ruanruan's playful appearance appeared in his mind again.

He didn't even notice that his tightly pursed lips were slightly curled up.

"She is not a lady, but just a helper in a tofu shop."

Mu Bai glanced at the dazzling sun, "But to me, she is as brilliant as the sun."

Light up his life and give him warmth.

A helper in a tofu shop? Su He was even more certain that Mu Bai's sweetheart was Su Ruanruan.

Is she really that good?

However, she was also kidnapped by a flower thief, and today at the entrance of the academy, those people's comments about Su Ruanruan were not good for her...

She opened the small jar of pickled vegetables in her basket and handed it to Mu Bai.

"Mr. Mu, please try this. This is a side dish I pickled myself. It tastes best when eaten with steamed buns."

Mu Bai hurriedly waved his hand, "No, no, keep it for yourself."

Su He tried to persuade him a few more times, but Mu Bai rejected her every time.

Could it be that he doesn't like eating these things?

She talked to Mu Bai in a random manner throughout the afternoon.

Out of politeness, Mu Bai did not give her the cold shoulder, but just gave her a simple reply.

When no one asked him to write a letter, he kept a distance from her and looked at the book in his hand.

Zi Wu had just finished discussing business with a restaurant and was passing by Fengshui Bridge when she saw a woman wearing a veiled hat leaning sideways towards Mu Bai. Although she couldn't see her face, she knew she was definitely looking at him.

Mu Bai was holding a brush in his hand, listening to what the man sitting next to him was saying. After the man finished speaking, Mu Bai began to write on the paper, as if he was writing a letter.

Mu Bai lowered his head and did not notice the purple mist.

Zi Wu found a teahouse in the distance and sat down. From this position on the second floor, Mu Bai and the woman would not notice her, but she could see their every move under the bridge.

After finishing the third pot of tea, Mu Bai finally closed the stall.

After he left, the woman with the veil stared in the direction he left for a long time without moving.

Ziwu hurried out of the teahouse, and when she reached Fengshui Bridge, the woman had already packed up her load and was ready to leave.

"What are you selling in this basket?"

Ziwu asked, pointing at the white cloth covering it.

She didn't do it on purpose, she just really didn't know what was in here.

She drank three pots of tea here, but I never saw her open the white cloth.

"Steamed buns, young lady, would you like to buy some? Two cents each." Su He lifted a corner of the white cloth.

Ziwu took out two cents from her pocket and handed it over.

He squatted down and picked up a steamed bun on top.

The steamed buns were not soft and not hot, so it was clear that they were not made in the afternoon.

"What's in this jar?"

She pointed to the jar of pickles in the shoulder pole.

“Pickles.”

Su He's tone was flat, without a trace of businessman's enthusiasm.

Ziwu raised an eyebrow, "Can I try it? Of course, if it's delicious, I can buy it all."

Su He was a little impatient, "Sorry, this is not for sale."

Seeing her in a hurry to leave, Ziwu stopped her.

Su He didn't know who the other person was, let alone what she wanted to do, so he looked at her warily.

Zi Wu raised her head with a faint smile on her face, "Hey, young lady, don't misunderstand me, I don't have any bad intentions, I just do some small business. I see that the sun is setting and there is only half of the steamed buns left in your shoulder pole, which is really a pity."

Zi Wu looked around again and said calmly, "In my opinion, Fengshui Bridge is not a good place to sell steamed buns. Why don't you try the southern corner of the city? There are the most coolies there. Compared to steamed buns, they prefer cheap and filling steamed buns. If your pickled vegetables taste great, it will be better than selling them here."

After listening to Zi Wu's rambling words, Su He's eyes lit up for a moment.

But then she thought that if she changed places, she might not even have the chance to talk to Mu Bai.

"Thank you for your kindness, young lady. I will consider your suggestion carefully. Thank you very much. If there is nothing else, I will leave."

Ziwu was very stubborn and kept her eyes on the jar of pickles again.

"Can I have a taste?"

"No, I eat this myself."

Through the veil, Ziwu couldn't see Su He's face, but she could hear a hint of impatience in her tone.

Ziwu watched her walk away before taking a bite of the steamed bun.

"Master, oh master, your little scholar is being missed by someone."

Su Ruanruan was sitting on a chair practicing embroidery and sneezed twice.

She curled the corners of her lips, thinking that Mu Bai must be missing her.

What she embroidered on the embroidery frame was not flowers, but "Su Ruanruan? Mu Bai".

On the other side, Mu Bai really missed her.

At this moment, he stood at the window, looking at the sky in the distance, and her shadow appeared in his mind again.

He wanted to sneak back and see what she was doing.

But he felt angry in his heart and wondered if Ruanruan would miss him.

Would she miss him if she hadn’t seen him for a day?

Will she miss him after not seeing him for two days?

Or, after not seeing him for a long time, would she come to visit him?

He wanted to know how much position he occupied in Ruanruan's heart.

But he was afraid that Ruanruan would really come and hear the voices talking about her in the academy.

Just like now.