Please Put on Your Vest, Madam

My grandmother was buried in the small town. She lived here all her life. Naturally, she did not want to move out after her death, so she was buried in the small town.

It had just rained, and the air in the town was quite fresh. Lu Qingyi rolled down the car window and stared out dully.

Every scene is familiar to her, but the person she used to be with is gone.

Sister, the air in the countryside is so good.

Lu Jiayue and Lu Qingyi sat in the back seat, Yao Meishu sat in the passenger seat, and Lu Yao drove.

Lu Jiayue looked at the window excitedly, like a child she had never met before.

Lu Qingyi glanced at Lu Jiayue lightly, then looked away.

Sister, what were you doing here before?

There were hard-working people in the fields, working fiery, Lu Jiayue leaned closer to Lu Qingyi and asked curiously.

Really dirty.

She looked at those hard-working people, complaining in her heart, she looked down on people, rural people are rural people, doing such dirty work.

Lu Qingyi asked back, What do you think?

She chuckled lightly.

Although she grew up in the countryside, she really didn't do much farm work, and her grandmother wouldn't let her touch it.

Later, when she was at the age of school, she kept studying hard and became a professor after college. She only came back during the holidays.

She is very busy all year round, but in my grandmother's eyes, she is just a professor.

Sister, I will let you do everything in the future.

Lu Jiayue bit her lip and said, her eyes very sincere.

Heh. Lu Qingyi sneered.

The car stopped in front of my grandmother's house, which was an old and period house.

Miss Qing.

As soon as Lu Qingyi got out of the car, he was stopped by someone.

She looked at the source of the sound, and saw a mature woman over twenty-five with a hoe, looking at her with a smile on her face.

Lu Jiayue looked at the woman and frowned, disgusting.

The woman looks pretty good, just carrying a hoe.

Lu Yao Yao Meishu has walked into the house.

on vacation?

Lu Qingyi bent her head, and she looked at the woman suspiciously.

Sorry, I'm asking for leave. My parents are getting old and come back to help them. They are not willing to live in the city, and they insist on this one-third of the acre.

Jiang Mengyao put down her hoe and sighed softly, her tone quite helpless.

Her parents are old and she is their only daughter. Growing up and promising, I also bought a house outside and wanted to pick up my parents to enjoy, but my parents didn't know whether they were worried about dragging her down, or they were reluctant to give up the town.

No, she had to take leave to come back to help her parents, although her parents didn't agree with her.

She also told her parents that she was coming back from vacation.

The old people are very nostalgic and like the fresh air of the town.

Lu Qingyi nodded, but didn't say anything.

By the way, Sister Qing, why don't you talk to my parents? I have money and I can support them. I don't want them to be too tired.

Jiang Mengyao looked at Lu Qingyi expectantly and said.

Although she is older than Lu Qingyi, it is very natural to call her sister Lu Qingyi.

It seems that the only way out for a child in the countryside is to study. Her parents are farmers and have no culture, so it is impossible for her to pave the way for her future.

When she failed in the college entrance examination, she was sad for a long time. It was Lu Qingyi who comforted her, encouraged her, gave her a lot of review materials, and gave her the courage to start over.

She is twenty-five this year, twenty-three when she graduated from college, and eighteen when she failed the college entrance examination.

Seven years ago, Lu Qingyi was only twelve years old, but his temperament was much more stable than hers. In front of Lu Qingyi, she was like a younger sister.

Lu Qingyi nodded,

Okay, I'll try it.

Although she has a cold temperament, most of the people in the town who are kind to her are responsive to their needs. Besides, she has a good relationship with Jiang Mengyao.

Thank you so much.

Jiang Mengyao grinned.

Her parents valued Lu Qingyi very much, and they would listen to Lu Qingyi's words more or less.

Big sister, aren't you twenty years old yet?

Looking at the interaction between the two, Lu Jiayue asked with a puzzled wink.

Jiang Mengyao's eyes were always on Lu Qingyi, as if she didn't see her at all.

The feeling of being ignored was really uncomfortable, especially when she heard Jiang Mengyao's Sister Qing shouting again and again, she felt a little uncomfortable.

A country bumpkin.

Sister Qing, this is...

Jiang Mengyao looked at Lu Jiayue and did not answer Lu Jiayue's question, but turned to Lu Qingyi.

Lu Qingyi chuckled, My sister in name.

Her voice was cold and indifferent, with no excess emotion.

Yes, Lu Jiayue was her nominal sister in her eyes, with the so-called blood relationship.

Ah, the titular sister.

Jiang Mengyao nodded clearly and understood in her heart.

Lu Jiayue and Lu Qingyi's facial features are quite similar, she can see at a glance that Lu Jiayue and Lu Qingyi are sisters.

But it seemed that they didn't have a good relationship, so she would ask Lu Qingyi.

With Lu Qingyi's words, she knew that Lu Qingyi didn't like this sister.

Sister, what do you mean...

Lu Jiayue looked at Lu Qingyi innocently, she bit her lip, especially wronged.

The titular sister?

Heh, Lu Qingyi is so hypocritical, does she think she is really happy to call her sister?

Lu Qingyi said coldly, literally.

Sister Qing, are you here to see Grandma Yao? I'm so sorry, I didn't come back that day.

If she remembered correctly, today should be the one-month festival period.

Jiang Mengyao said apologetically, she didn't get the news at that time, if she knew about it, she would come back even if she asked for leave.

The ones who helped her the most were Lu Qingyi and her grandmother. She especially liked that kind old lady.

It's okay, grandma likes simplicity.

There was a soft smile on Lu Qingyi's mouth.

Because my grandmother likes simplicity, the funeral is not a big deal.

That sister, you look like you are twenty-five.

Lu Jiayue looked at Lu Qingyi jealously, why should she be ignored?

Yes, I'm twenty-five this year. Jiang Mengyao chuckled, It's not because I'm younger than her, but because I think she deserves my respect, and she deserves my name.

Jiang Mengyao looked at Lu Jiayue with a half-smile, but her attitude towards Lu Jiayue was also a little cold.

She doesn't need to be enthusiastic about people Lu Qingyi doesn't like.

Ah? Lu Jiayue looked at Jiang Mengyao in confusion.

honourable?

worth?

Lu Qingyi has never read her in high school, what ability does she have to make others respect her? Why is she worthy of being called Sister Qing?

Lu Jia bit her lip, a little unconvinced in her eyes.