Sang Li didn't wait for the boy's answer that day. He was silent, without saying a word, just staring at her.

Sang Li thought, maybe he didn't know what kind of girl he liked.

He breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he had no idea about this. Sang Li was looking for excuses in his heart. In fact, fate should not be forced. It is better to let it go naturally and don’t worry.

After the New Year was lively, the winter snow was just beginning to transform, and everything was revived in spring, Jiang Muyu came back.

Sang Li held the washed clothes and hang them in the drying state. The sun was bright and there was still a chill in the air.

The man walking up the steps with white clothes, his eyebrows and eyes filled with the air of looking at the flowing flowers, and greeted with a smile, "I haven't seen him for more than a month, and his charm is even more dazzling than the spring scenery."

Sang Li turned around and was both surprised and happy when he saw him. He accelerated his hands and flattened his wrinkles, and smiled, "I haven't seen you for more than a month, and Mr. Jiang's words are even more addictive, which makes me feel ashamed."

As soon as she turned around, she said, "Why are you back so quickly?"

It’s less than two months, I’m afraid it’s just after the New Year. Didn’t I say that the tutoring is very strict and it’s hard to get out?

Sang Li originally thought that goodbye would have to be there for a year or two.

Jiang Muyu went against the light, heard this and just laughed, slowly walked up the stairs step by step, stood in front of her to block the deep shadow, and said in a lazy tone, "Oh, not only is it coming quickly, I will live here for the past two years. Are you happy?"

Two years is the deadline he gave himself, and he tried his best to strive for it.

If you still can’t get what you want, you should let go.

When Jiang Mu thought of leaving home, her eyes were red, afraid that he would be tired outside, so she asked him to bring items one by one, and she would hold hands and reluctantly leave. Jiang Muyu would also wonder if he was too willful.

But after twenty-one years of following the rules, life will always be impulsive, but you only want to have no regrets.

Sang Li was stunned, "You want to live here for two years? Will you not go home during this period?"

This guy is too messy. Running away from home is not like this. Is it because there are many brothers in the family and the family is big and big, and they are facing a crisis of competition between each other?

Sang Li passed through the undercurrents in the Gaomen Mansion in his mind, and then thought about Jiang Muyu's pure and silly temperament, and secretly shed tears of bitterness for him.

She didn't know at all that the reason why Jiang Muyu was highly expected to be strictly disciplined since childhood was because he was the only son of the Jiang family.

Sang Li was still sighing in her heart. This big brother was so miserable. He was probably here to take refuge. It was not easy to stay away from the prosperous Kyoto and leave his hometown. It was so difficult. I would like to take care of him in the future.

She exchanged a few more greetings with Jiang Muyu, and when she turned around and was about to invite someone into the house for tea, she turned around and saw Xiaomian who was walking over.

Thinking that the two of them got together and didn't talk, and they were so embarrassed that they felt uncomfortable, Sang Li quickly turned his body back and reached out to stop Jiang Muyu, "I think I'll forget it if I go into the house to have tea. Mr. Jiang, you must have worked hard all the way, why don't you go back and rest first?"

Jiang Muyu stopped giving in this time. He walked around Sang Li, faced the boy's dark and cold eyes, and carried the cold pressure from his back and walked into the house.

"Hey, I said you'll go back and rest first!" Sang Li was so angry that she got crazy. The boy's eyes began to feel guilty again. She knew that Xiaomian didn't like Jiang Muyu, and her voice immediately weakened, "I...I'll drive him away."

Qu Qingmian's tone was plain: "It's lunch, let's keep him for a meal."

As usual, Sang Li cooked and Xiaomian helped her with the help of her. However, today she was particularly embarrassed. She suspected that Jiang Muyu was deliberately coming to make trouble!

Seeing him insisting on following him to the kitchen to help, the two of them were there and they didn't know what they were doing. They fought and didn't help, but instead broke a few plates and threw a fish onto the beam of the house.

Sang Li is one head and two big, "Go out, you all go out!"

If she doesn't clear the person out, she won't want to eat this meal.

However, what Sang Li didn't expect was that this meal was still not enough. After finally serving the dish, the table was kicked over halfway through.

Sang Li was stunned when she held the bowl. She suspected that the two of them were competing with strength under the table.

She couldn't finish the meal, and she burst into anger like a furry cat. Jiang Muyu was driven away, and even Xiaomian, she turned her back to her cold face with anger.

Soon, the sound of bowls and chopsticks came from behind, and the boy's sweet and low voice was soft, "Don't be hungry, eat some dumplings first, I'll cook."

Sang Li opened her mouth and swallowed the words silently.

She quickly turned her head when she heard the footsteps dissipate. The boy had already gone to the kitchen and turned his eyes to the table. There was half a bowl of steaming dumplings in a celadon pottery bowl.

Her stomach was rumbling, and Sang Li rubbed over and sat down. She saw that the soup was a little darker. She added vinegar according to her taste. She picked it up and took a bite. It was very fragrant.

The anger that was destroyed without eating a few bites of a meal disappeared little by little while the warm dumplings were drunk.

Soon Qu Qingmian came out with the re-made meal, sat down and looked at Sang Li, whose face was obviously much better, and apologized slightly awkwardly, "I'm sorry."

Sang Li's temper comes and goes quickly, not to mention that she can't bear to be angry with Xiaomian, "Why are you apologizing?"

The boy answered seriously: "You should not waste the fruits of your labor, but you should still be hungry."

Seeing him like this, Sang Li deliberately picked up his face, "Then don't think about comforting me with a meal, tell me, how do you plan to compensate?"

Xiaomian's craftsmanship is really good. She stole a few bites while talking, but she didn't forget to deliberately stretch her face and pretend to be unhappy.

Qu Qingmian's voice was gentle: "I'll make it for the meal later."

"Don't want this."

Sang Li doesn’t feel tired of cooking. Every time Xiaomian will help, the two of them go to do things together, and she likes it too much.

"I am not allowed to eat, and I will compensate you for your hungry stomach."

Sang Li: "..."

She was so angry, "This one doesn't work."

Qu Qingmian looked at her, "How to compensate?"

The problem was thrown back, Sang Li was a little troubled, so what should I ask for?

The round and clear eyes swept across the boy's body in a faint way, and quickly rejected the strange thoughts that came out of her heart. Suddenly she thought of the stack of paintings in the box in Yaoshui Town.

"Xiaomian, please draw a portrait for me."

Qu Qingmian's fingers moved lightly, and she looked at her silently for a moment, responding affectionately, "Okay."

He hasn't painted her for a long time.

I used to be only aware of my thoughts and hide my thoughts as secrets.

After experiencing Yan Qiuyuan's incident, he began to take a step forward, no longer pretending to be cold and alienated, but wanted to protect her and show his concern for her.

Jiang Muyu's appearance made him even more trying to take a big step forward, "If you like it, you can draw a picture for you every day."

Qu Qingmian looked at her, and her heart beat sharply when she said this, and she was a little nervous.

Sang Li could hardly believe what she heard.

Draw a picture for her every day?

This actually comes from Xiaomian, who said before, who was not allowed to eat?

Looking at the boy fixedly, Sang Li subconsciously repeated, "You said you want to paint a painting for me every day?"

"Um."

The black and white eyes were bright and serious. Sang Li didn't know what to say for a moment. She was afraid that she could not help laughing out loud.

My heart was already beating and screaming.

Xiaomian! I have to paint her every day!! Ahhhhhhhhh

Sang Li simply wanted to jump up and turn around now!

She thought it was a very romantic thing.

The two words of daily life are like a permanent promise.

He will always be by his side and will insist on doing this every day.

Sang Li tried hard to keep his expression tight, but he still couldn't hold it tight. The corners of his mouth moved, but he couldn't help but lift it up, "Okay, this is what you said, I have to draw it every day."

If you want to draw her, you naturally have to look into your eyes carefully every day. Will you be able to get to his heart one day?

The weather warms up in spring, and the seawater creatures that are dormant throughout the winter are ready to move.

The tide receded, and fishermen went to the sea early.

This is also Sang Li's favorite activity in the fishing village. I heard that this time it was a big tide flood, so she got up early and took Xiaomian to the beach.

The red sun storms out, and the morning light falls on the sea with light waves, sparkling.

Many people who drove the sea had already arrived and spread apart in the endless seaside. Sang Li specially wore simple clothes, immediately rolled up his trouser legs and sleeves, and rushed over with a huh.

Qu Qingmian was holding a wooden barrel in his hand, and his eyes were locked on the figure running towards the beach like he was having fun, falling not far behind.

The sky was blue, and the cool wind slammed the reefs with the waves gently hitting the rocks. The fine sand under the naked feet was soft. Sang Li ran around happily. Looking at the shellfish and crabs that were slow to move after the ebb, he turned around and smiled so hard that his eyes bent, "Xiaomian, hurry up!"

Looking at the fat and big blue crab, she leaned over and grabbed it with one hand, ran back to the boy, threw it into the bucket and ran away quickly.

She walked to a place with reefs, looked at it and saw that she was sucking many conchs, as well as the black and thick fish that was frightened and swung her tail and splashed it. She immediately took up a small net bag in surprise and scooped it over, "Catch one!"

Turning back, looking at the boy who was still walking slowly, Sang Li had to turn back again, put the fish in, and then simply took the bucket, "Xiaomian, please find a rock to sit down, just watch me pick up these little babies."

She saw that the boy was not very interested, and when she was happy, she liked to run happily, making it difficult for Xiaomian to continue to follow him.

Qu Qingmian pursed her lips.

He might be too boring, and he couldn't understand the fun of rushing to the sea, and he couldn't run around her and jump freely.

But he still wanted to do something, and she wanted to be needed.

Before he could speak, a clear and lazy voice came over the slanting ground, "Oh, the little fairy is here to drive the sea too."

Qu Qingmian looked up and looked over.
To be continued...