The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Class will start tomorrow, don't you still have to prepare? Grandma Chen chased after her in a hurry, and said, Hurry up and go back to your room to read, I'll just cook the pot, and you can cook anywhere gone?

It's okay, I've only been reading books these few nights, and I've been ready for a long time, Chen Qingxuan smiled at Grandma Chen, and looked back at Meiya, Girl, just take grandma over and wait for the meal later. Zongzi is it!

Okay! Meiya agreed, and immediately went to help Grandma Chen back, and while pushing her on the chair, she squeezed Grandma Chen's shoulders, Grandma, since your eldest grandson is so filial , you just enjoy your life, see you are in a hurry.

Didn't I feel sorry for you? Grandma Chen had never been so happy before, she stretched out her hand to hold Meiya's hand, and said with emotion, Girl, if I live like this every day, my old lady can live to be eighty!

Eighty is not enough? Meiya wrapped her arms around Grandma Chen's neck from behind, and said in her ear, Grandma, you will live a long life.

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That night.

After Meiya washed, she went back to her room to rest. The room she lived in was the one Zhong Mingwei used to live in. Naturally, the bed she slept in was also used by Zhong Mingwei. Not surprisingly, Meiya suffered from insomnia again. She was very tired all over, but she just couldn't fall asleep, her eyes stared at the crescent moon outside the window, after a while, she sat up from the bed suddenly.

She put on her coat, put on her shoes, walked to the door, and then stopped. She stood facing the wooden door for a long time, but finally pushed the door open. She picked up a large bowl of zongzi from her home, and then she walked out the door lightly with the bowl of zongzi in her hand. As soon as she touched the cold wind outside, she was so busy that she opened her outer clothes to wrap the bowl of zongzi in, and then trotted On the mountain road.

This is not the first time she has gone up the mountain in the dark. The last time was the Lantern Festival, and it was also such a dark night. She carried the boss's food box and was sweating profusely from exhaustion, but she was happy in her heart and always wanted to go fast. Slow down, hurry up, the Lantern Festival will not taste good when it is cold, this time is the same, the same night and the same rugged mountain road, but Meiya stopped running, she raised her head, a little confused Look at the crescent moon above your head.

What is she doing?

Do you take the initiative to show weakness, or do you want to humiliate yourself?

Meiya couldn't figure it out, and didn't want to think about it, she wrapped her outer clothes tighter, and walked up the mountain step by step against the wind.

At this moment, she really didn't want to think about anything, all she knew was that today was the Dragon Boat Festival, she made rice dumplings and wanted to send them to Zhong Mingwei.

Zhong Mingwei hasn't eaten the rice dumplings made by her yet.

...

Meiya let out a long sigh of relief facing the half-covered courtyard door. This courtyard door was newly made, and it was a little asymmetrical with the original one. Anyway, with him, an old man who has been on the battlefield for more than ten years, he is not afraid of anything, so the door is always closed in such a vague way, as long as you reach in, gently push the door latch to one side, and the door will open up.

Meiya stood in front of the door, wiped the sweat off her face, and straightened her messy forehead hair. Then she gently opened the door, and then tiptoed into the courtyard. When she walked into the courtyard, She stopped suddenly again, she stared blankly at the closed door, for a while, she turned her eyes away, and then she walked towards the window.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Meiya felt that every time she took a step, her heart jumped even more. She had been immersed in pain and struggle these days, but when she returned to this yard and went to fold the broken window, she Only then did she suddenly know what she wanted and cared about the most, so no matter how much she hated Zhong Mingwei, as long as she faced him, she would only be happy, humble and helpless.

Meiya felt like she was in a daze, loathing herself, but at the same time, she couldn't control her feet at all, not only her feet, but also her eyes, her mouth, and her almost bursting heart.

Zhong Mingwei... When she faced the hole in the window and finally called out Zhong Mingwei's name, Meiya felt that her heart had dropped to the ground, and she was lying on the ground so humbly, waiting for someone to pick it up or is trampling.