On the last day of National Day, grandpa and grandma came back. The two old men actually went to climb Mount Hua. When they came back, they were bringing a wooden sword to Ye Qingshu: "Good granddaughter, this is Dugu Qiubai's wooden sword. Pick it up, go Dugu Qiubai, hehe hahaha."

Ye Qingshu held the wooden sword:...

Grandma, Dugu Qiubai is not from Mount Hua, but from Mount Hua, Dugu Jiujian and Feng Qingyang.

Grandma asked: "Have you sent the Qingtuan to the neighbor next door?"

Ye Qingshu nodded.

After hearing this, my grandmother felt relieved and hummed a song to look through the spoils of her travel.

My grandfather is an old child. As soon as he comes back, he goes to find his own kimchi. When he opens the cabinet, he finds that he has lost two bottles!

"Where is kimchi?! Where has my kimchi gone?"

Ye Qingshu smiled: "Grandpa, I'll do it for you right away."

Grandpa said: "Do more."

Ye Qingshu nodded: "Well, do more."

Ye Qingshu made a few cans for his grandfather before preparing to return to school.

She carried her backpack and carried some specialties that her grandparents brought. Walking in Tonghua Lane, there was still no one on the street today. As she walked, she heard a sob, which was very low.

She walked over and saw a thin little girl squatting in the corner, holding her schoolbag and wiping her tears, squatting there while doing her homework.

Isn’t this girl the female student who was chased by Gu Jiayan for WeChat that day?

Ye Qingshu walked over, squatted down, and asked, "What's wrong, little sister?"

The little girl raised her head. She was seventeen or eighteen years old, the most beautiful. When she saw Ye Qingshu, she hurriedly raised her hand to wipe her cheeks and shouted softly: "Sister."

Ye Qingshu's eyes swept to her and her test paper.

Bright red sixty-nine points.

The little girl lowered her head.

Ye Qingshu asked softly: "It's very difficult, right?"

The little girl shook her head hard, her face full of depression: "It's not difficult, it's because I'm not smart. I want to get into college, but I..."

She lowered her head and held the pen tightly with her calloused fingers.

Ye Qingshu felt a little distressed, as if she looked at the little self in the past, she raised her hand and touched her head: "Would you please teach you?"

The little girl raised her eyes and looked at her with her big eyes open.

Ye Qingshu smiled and said, "My sister is still a bit amazing. She was the number one in science in our school back then."

The little girl's eyes showed a light of worship.

Ye Qingshu rubbed her head: "I'll teach you."

The little girl nodded vigorously.

Ye Qingshu explained to her since she started. She had always had a good memory and would never forget what she had done. Even though it had been four years, she was still very clear. She explained to the little girl one by one. The little girl was a kind of inflexible one, but listened very seriously. Ye Qingshu explained to her until the evening before finishing the topic.

The little girl lowered her head and was a little frustrated: "It should take less than two hours for my sister to do these questions in the past?"

In the past, she could only find the answer at a glance. She was often too lazy to write the process and was scolded by the teacher in the office, but she could not correct it. She was proud, smart and proud at that time, but later she turned around and often envied her proud self.

Because I am protected in a small world, having those things means having everything.

Later I realized that the world was cruel and bloody, and I was too small. Many things were like sand in my hands. No matter how hard I tried, I could only watch it flow away from my hands.

She shook her head and looked at the little girl: "At the beginning, I couldn't finish the questions, but then I could practice hard. So, if we are not as smart as others, we will work harder than others. My sister will come back every week, and you come to find my sister, and my sister will give you some lessons."

The little girl nodded vigorously.

Ye Qingshu touched it, took out a piece of peanut candy from the bag and handed it over: "Eat a candy and have fun, go home with a smile, don't worry your parents."

A trace of frustration appeared on the little girl's face, but she nodded instantly, took the candy and stuffed it into her mouth, and then said seriously: "Sister, my name is Xue Fuyou."

Xue Fuyou.

Few people call this name now.

Ye Qingshu nodded and said goodbye.

Xue Fuyou stood there, looking at Ye Qingshu's back, put the paper on his heart, then squeezed out a smile and went home.

Study hard and go to college well can earn a lot of money, so that your mother will not have such hard work, and then your mother will not divorce her father.

This is her wish.

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Ye Qingshu returned to the dormitory. Except for Rieman, everyone was back, and everyone shared what they brought.

After eating, Xue Feifei sighed: "It's only Aman. Aman has filmed in outer space because he filmed a movie. A woman No. 18 has been filming for so long. There is no way to go out together."

And while Xue Feifei complained, Rieman was sitting on the stone steps and smoking.

The pressure is too great.

This time she was acting in a palace drama. A standard bad woman like her face was naturally a vicious villain. She played a favorite concubine of the emperor. She kept making things difficult for Ye Chuchu when Xiao Baihua, played by Ye Chuchu, entered the palace. Later, the heroine grew up and in turn abused her.

The plot is nothing in general, but today she filmed a plot where Ye Chuchu's heroine abused her and slapped her in the face.

For the sake of truth, Ye Chuchu proposed to slap it, but after slap it over and over again, his face is swollen now.

Everyone in the crew saw that Ye Chuchu did it on purpose, but no one dared to speak.

Riemann wanted to curse people, but he couldn't. Who told him that the backend was tough? And he was not the kind who was kept, and he was half related to the royal relatives.

It made her come out to smoke and relieve her breath now.

A girl from the same crew walked around and patted her shoulder comfortably.

Riemann calmed down a little, then took out the phone and prepared to call Qingshu.

Tomorrow they are going to the former palace site of Jiangcheng to take pictures. It is getting cold these days, so I asked Qingshu to help her send some thick clothes in her cabinet.

She took out the phone and pressed the phone number.

At this moment, the two of them walked past her. She lowered her head and didn't notice it. But when she got close, the smell of perfume came. It should be a specially customized men's perfume, which smelled quite nice.

The phone rang for a while and no one answered. She muttered: "Qingshu, don't you bring your cell phone?"

The man passing by suddenly stopped, and then a hoarse and low voice sounded slightly trembling.

"What did you say?"

"I said..." Riemann said subconsciously, but when he reacted, he looked up and sneered, "What do I say to you..."

All her words were hoarse in her throat.

The street lights on the steps were dim, but that face, the face she had been fooled at the screen for three years!

She trembled: "Thank you, thank you?"
Chapter completed!