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Song Shuman nodded, then shook her head again, "It's the name, I always feel that I don't have the name Shuman, not virtuous or elegant enough."

Zhou Ru smiled: "It's just a meaning of the name, who lives by the name?"

"How did the sister get her name?"

"It was rewarded by the boss. The boss said it sounds good, so it sounds good."

"Why are you keeping your head down?"

Song Shuman was stunned for a moment, "It's nothing. I'll return Qingmei's books, and I'll leave first."

Song Shuman went downstairs, Zhou Ru's room was on the side of the road, she could see the window of Zhou Ru's room when she looked up.The curtain was half covered, and the figure of my sister could not be seen.She took the manuscript out of the book and put it in her bag, and got into the driver's car to go to Qingmei's house.

"Suman!"

Song Shuman handed her the book, "Your book."

Xu Qingmei took the book, and she invited Song Shuman into the room, "Why is this book in your hands?"

"You fell at sister Zhou's house, and I'll bring it here for you."

"I must have left in a hurry last time and forgot to take it."

Xu Qingmei flipped back and forth several times with the book, Song Shuman asked her: "What are you looking for?"

Xu Qingmei closed the book and put it on the shelf, "It's nothing, just an unwanted manuscript."

"What manuscript? What is it written in? Let's hear it."

"Two women who depended on each other, one wanted to be the sun, the other yearned for the moon, the one who wanted to be the sun was burned to death, and the one who yearned for the moon fell into the moon's reflection."

Xu Qingmei turned her head to look at her, "Absurd, isn't it absurd?"

"Then... those two women, are they fictional?"

Xu Qingmei sat down, poured a cup of tea with a smile, "That's natural, you're nervous, maybe you sneaked a look."

Song Shuman touched the wall of the cup, but the teacup was too hot, so she didn't pick it up, "I don't even know what your manuscript says, where can I take a peek?"

"It was a little story that was circulated in teahouses on the side of the road before you returned to China. I heard it from my uncles and grandparents. Who knows if it is true or not. I wrote it down later, but Jiang Li said that the story I wrote was not good. Just put it aside and don’t know where to put it.”

"I heard it a long time ago, and it's been a long time since I mentioned it, and I don't quite remember the original story."

As soon as Xu Qingmei finished speaking, before Song Shuman had time to continue asking, there was a knock on the door, and Xu Qingmei got up to open the door.

"Master's wife is good, these are the materials that Mr. Jiang asked for, please pass them on."

Song Shuman looked towards the door, Xu Qingmei was blocking the door, she couldn't see clearly the appearance of the people outside the house, she just thought the voice was familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before, but now she couldn't remember it.

"Thank you for your hard work. Do you want to come in and sit down? He should be back in a while."

"No, then I'll go first, and I will trouble my wife."

Song Shuman moved her position, probed to see who was at the door, Lin Qingmei closed the door, "When did you become so interested in my guests?"

"I seem to have seen it before. If I'm not mistaken, he lent me an umbrella."

Xu Qingmei put the materials in her hand on the bookshelf together, and placed them between two books, "That's a student who graduated from Jiang Li before, and he's two grades older than me. I haven't heard of any famous people in the school. Girlfriend. If you like it, I'll ask my husband to set up a line for you."

"What are you talking about, where are you thinking? It's just a chance encounter, and I borrowed an umbrella."

"Xu Xian and the White Snake are also the story of an umbrella."

"Shemale and monster have different paths, it's not a story with a happy ending."

"You said it too. It's a story. The story is mixed with water. Who knows if it's true or not."

"Okay, I really don't have feelings for him, so I won't bother your family."

"It's almost noon, you stay and eat together, we haven't eaten together for a long time."

As soon as Song Shuman opened her lips, she covered Xu Qingmei's with her hand, "You are not allowed to refuse, and all reasons are dismissed. Is it possible that you will be gone during the meal?"

"You knew I was going to refuse before I even said a word?"

"I don't care if what you say is good or bad, anyway, just stay and eat. I'm cooking today, and I haven't eaten my cooking for a long time."

Song Shuman counted on her fingers for several years before she realized something was wrong, "When did you start cooking? When did I eat the rice you cooked?"

Xu Qingmei laughed, "Look at you, what's the use of reading outside, I think, the more he reads, the more stupid he becomes."

"Today, I will show you what is delicious in the world."

The kitchen was crackling, Song Shuman shut the kitchen door for Xu Qingmei, she leaned against the wall beside her, "You really don't want my help?"

Xu Qingmei replied inside, "Oh, what can you do to help, just go out and sit and wait for me."

Song Shuman sat on the sofa and picked up the book and flipped through it. When she saw the second page of No.30, Xu Qingmei brought out the dishes one after another. Song Shuman put the book away and helped Qingmei set the dishes .

The appearance was not bad, Song Shuman breathed a sigh of relief for a while, she didn't believe Xu Qingmei's self-promotion and boasting, and the obedient student had learned badly, so she couldn't believe anything.

"Sir is back." Xu Qingmei wiped her hands and took off her apron. Only then did Song Shuman hear the sound of the door opening.

Xu Qingmei took the documents to Jiang Li, and took his briefcase, "Your student Ji Yangqing brought it for you. I left him to have a sip of tea and wait for you. He said no and left."

"I don't need to keep him in the future, how can he drink the tea you make?"

"Not to mention your student, or my senior brother."

"After graduation, it can't be called."

The two got bored for a long time, Song Shuman couldn't stand it anymore, and pretended to cough twice, Xu Qingmei reminded Jiang Li, "Go wash your hands and prepare to eat, today is my cooking."

"How did you cook?"

"Shuman is here today, and I want to invite her to eat with you. You should thank her for your favor."

Song Shuman was afraid that Jiang Li would take it seriously, "I can't afford it, if I say thank you, I'll slip away immediately, and I won't come to your house for dinner again."

Jiang Li just looked at Xu Qingmei with a smile, without speaking, the three of them sat down to eat, Song Shuman took a sip, "Xu Qingmei, your candy doesn't cost money? It's so sweet."

Xu Qingmei squeezed her mouth and put it in her mouth, "It's so sweet and delicious, my husband likes it too." She turned to look at Jiang Li, "Is it delicious?"

"Everything you cook is delicious."

"See? You have no taste. Of the three people at the table, two of them said it was delicious."

Song Shuman could tell that it was someone who liked to cook, no matter what.This liking was not honest, which caused Song Shuman to sit here and eat Xu Qingmei's three-legged cat skills.

After eating, Jiang Li hugged Xu Qingmei's waist, lowered his head and kissed Qingmei's forehead, "There will be a meeting later, I will go to school first, I can wash the dishes after I come back."

Summer is the season when plums ripen, and Xu Qingmei is ripe now, red to the ears, "Okay, Shuman is still here, you can go quickly."

Song Shuman helped Xu Qingmei pack the dishes into the sink, "Aren't you going to wait for your Mr. Jiang to come back and wash?"

"Do you really listen to him? There is no fixed date when he will come back. Wait until it gets dark."

Xu Qingmei refused to let Song Shuman help wash the dishes, Song Shuman just stayed aside and watched her.

"Qingmei, let me ask you something."

"Just ask, what else is there to hesitate between the two of us."

Song Shuman paused for a long time, her head went blank for a while, she somehow thought of Sister Zhou, and Chunsheng and Dongqing who lived under Moon Mountain.

In the end, the manuscript hidden in the bag was not cleared in front of Qingmei, Song Shuman only asked a vulgar question: "What exactly is liking?".

"What should I be?"

"I see him smiling, and I feel happy just by looking at him. It is him who opens his eyes and closes his eyes. I want to tell him about the trivial things in life, and I want to tell him about a tree with a crooked neck on the side of the road. "

Song Shuman sighed, "It's that simple?"

"It's hard to like."

A cloud of ink was pressed outside the window, making it difficult for people to tell the time. The flashing light startled both of them, and the clang of porcelain bowls couldn't hide the sound of rain hitting the world.

The wind and rain blew into the house, Song Shuman closed the window for Xu Qingmei, "Why is it raining suddenly?"

Xu Qingmei said: "Look, this is summer. Some people like it too. The sudden and violent joy is like a torrential rain outside the house, while some people like it like spring rain. It's a patter at first, and then it gradually becomes heavier. , and then it can’t be stopped, who knows when it will stop.”

"I just took one look at Mr. Jiang, and the rain fell in my heart."

Song Shuman said: "If I like it, if it rains day and night, wouldn't it be moldy sooner or later."

Xu Qingmei shook her head, "The person I like is the sun, since he can shine on you, how can it get moldy?"

Love is written in the book, and the school does not teach what love is, nor how to love others.There are some seemingly simple things that some people can't learn.

It rained for a while, and it didn't stop until evening. Song Shuman picked up her bag, "The rain has stopped, don't stop me this time."

"I don't know if it will go down again, you take an umbrella and go."

"Look at the sky outside, it has been washed bright by the rain, and it won't fall again."

"It would be weird if you knew the midsummer." Xu Qingmei stuffed the umbrella into her hand, Song Shuman took the umbrella, stepped on the shallow puddle with the heels of her shoes, and the head of the umbrella was wetted by the splash of water.

Song Shuman thought in her heart, why after returning to the country, she always has trouble with umbrellas, and what she holds in her hand is always someone else's umbrella.

I happened to pass by the pastry shop on the corner of the street. My younger brother loved eating so much, Song Shuman stood at the end of the line and waited for the food to be bought, and it was already dark.

People on the street came and went, rushing home, Song Shuman called a rickshaw driver.Passing by on the way, Song Shuman asked the driver to stop, she got out of the car, and there was someone crying in that alley, so Song Shuman walked over to see.

The man was leaning against the wall, his whole body was wet, his body was like Zhou Ru, and he looked thinner than the usual Zhou Ru.

Song Shuman was afraid of disturbing her, so she moved over gently.

"Spleen?"