"Quiet!"

The first sound came from the speaker, and everyone turned their attention. He Xiang also put the guitar back and placed it next to his wife.

Zhuang Wenche helped Lu Qinglin sit up and adjusted to a relatively comfortable sitting position. Only then did Lu Qinglin calm down.

In school, happy time is often short and scary.

It seemed as if Zhuang Wenche asked her to adjust the tune according to the situation in the morning, which happened a second ago, but now she was already walking towards the barbecue restaurant with the guitar on her back.

"Boss Zhao."

Today, He Shi only saw Boss Zhao, but not the aunt who came here every day these days. "Why are you the only one today?" she joked.

"You happen to be carrying your guitar, can you play a song for me?" Boss Zhao did not answer her words, but changed the topic.

"Huh?" He seemed to be honest and didn't understand what it meant, "Are you here?"

"yes."

"This is the first time I saw a guitar playing in front of a barbecue restaurant."

Although he said this, he still took out his guitar, found a stool, sat down and started playing.

The scope of a barbecue restaurant really doesn't seem to match something as artistic as a guitar.

"I'll do it as soon as I finish it in the past few days."

"Huh?" He Xiang stopped, thinking that he heard wrongly.

She thought she was not allowed to work anymore, but it seemed that Boss Zhao had quit. However, this was not good news for her, because it meant that she would be unemployed no matter what.

"I'm planning to get married." Boss Zhao smiled, still with that familiar smile, and the afterglow shone towards them, illuminating his face filled with happiness.

"congratulations."

"I plan to sell this place. She and I live together in our hometown. We plan to go home, and we happen to be close to the elderly."

He didn't quite understand, and Boss Zhao didn't expect her to understand, but he still told his own story.

She couldn't remember what she was thinking that afternoon.

But she remembered that Boss Zhao said that he had been in this city for eleven years, from his student days to now, from the first girl in a white skirt who made him blush to the current lady in a black skirt...

Too many to remember...

Boss Zhao left this alley quietly just one afternoon.

Expected, unexpected.

After the happy days are over, the hard days of studying come again.

Lu Qinglin took a leave of absence because of his leg. When his parents dropped him off at the school gate, he had to use crutches to crawl to the classroom. Often at this time, he missed Zhuang Wenche very much.

Sure enough, he staggered and almost fell down the stairs, but luckily he was supported by a pair of hands.

"Be careful," a voice said.

Lu Qinglin looked back and saw a girl in a floral skirt holding him with some difficulty. It took a lot of effort for him to stand up again, and then he could see the girl in front of him clearly.

Her shoulder-length short hair doesn't look dull, and she has a slight smile and shallow dimples.

"What class are you in?" Lu Qinglin felt like he had never seen her before.

"I look so young. I'm already a sophomore." After saying that, her phone suddenly rang. She seemed to remember her own affairs, said "You're welcome" and turned around and ran away.

"Hey, I haven't said thank you yet!" She probably couldn't hear this sentence.

After returning home, Lu Qinglin told Zhuang Wenche about this affair.

"It's a good dream." Zhuang Wenche said sarcastically without mercy.

"believe it or not!"

"Xinxinxin, I believe you can find her. She is a sophomore and she may come back to see her former teacher. You can ask around."

Lu Qinglin immediately made an "ok" gesture.

This week there are three days of sports meets, one day of art festival, and two days of classes before it’s the weekend again. Without the evening barbecue activities, He Xiang feels a little uneasy for a while. She still habitually goes to barbecue after school. shop.

After that, her only job was to be a tutor for Shen Luo, but she earned much more than before.

"Sister, my father will be back next week." Shen Luo lowered his head and counted math problems with his fingers.

He seemed to be much cleaner than when he first met him, perhaps because he spent more time at home.

"Have you not seen him for a long time?" He Zi often chats with Shen Luo, but most of them are Shen Luo's wild fantasies. Sometimes He Zi asks him to draw them. To be honest, Shen Luo's paintings are really good. Very good, He Xiang often thought that this might be the so-called talent, but it's a pity that she has no talent in any aspect that can be used.

"Yes, my father even praised me."

After Shen Luo finished doing the math, he turned the notebook back to the first page and handed it to He Si. He found a red pen on the table and placed it on the exercise book.

As expected, absolutely correct.

These questions are no longer difficult for Shen Luo.

He Xiang is still here as Shen Luo's tutor, all thanks to this boy Shen Luo.

She is really smart, she can do things with just a few clicks, and her academic performance has improved a lot. At the teacher-parent meeting, she praised Mrs. Shen by name and praised her from head to toe, saying that she was a good educator. All the parents came to praise her and learn from her experience.

There is no one who doesn't like to hear good words. In the eyes of outsiders, her image as a vicious stepmother is gone. Her relationship with Mr. Shen has improved, and Shen Luo has stopped bullying the baby.

This gradually made Mrs. Shen less resistant to her, and she would sometimes stay with her to eat.

"Aren't you so good now? Why didn't you obey me before?"

"I feel like you are just like my mother. Only my mother is so patient with me..." Shen Luo said softly, as if he was tender to his mother.

"I'm so old, I'm not an adult yet?" He seemed to be trying to break this strange atmosphere.

"My mother was not very old when she left..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that..." Facts have proved that this method is inappropriate.

"It's okay, where is your mother?"

"I don't have a mother either."

"Ah?" That day was the first time Shen Luo heard the big sister in front of him, who took care of him like a mother, talking about herself.

"My mother died in childbirth, that's what my father told me."

"We look like each other." When the two of them mentioned their mother, they had the same emotions and the same tears in their eyes. "Is your father remarrying again?"

"We're not like..."

"You and your father have always lived together."

"I don't have a father anymore..."

Shen Luo thought of the night his mother left. He hid in the closet, hugged the clothes his mother had worn, and cried for the whole day, and didn't fall asleep until the next night.

He ignored anyone who called him. He couldn't find his mother and could only hug his mother's clothes as if he was holding his mother.

He lowered his head and looked at the hundred approved by He Xiang in the upper right corner and the thumbs up on the side, but he was not happy at all.

The feeling of losing a relative is already suffocating, and Shen Luo cannot even think about the two.

Even though he hates his father because his mother loves him so much, he still marries another woman, but he also hates that his father is always on business trips and can't be with him.

"Ms. He." The nanny at home knocked on the door, and there was a hint of hope in the room. "Please stay for dinner today."

"No." He Xi put the things in his bag and touched Shen Luo's head, "I have something to do today, so I won't stay here. Tell Mr. Shen and Mrs. Shen for me. Shen Luo did a great job. .”

On the way back, it seemed like the world was no longer beautiful.

It has been almost a month since Boss Zhao left. What used to be a barbecue restaurant was inexplicably replaced by a cafe.

The office building that is about to be built not far away still indicates that there will be a big change here in the near future.

The aroma of coffee wafted back and forth around this cafe, but He always seemed to be trying to find the familiar smell of skewered meat, even though he hated the unpleasant fishy smell at first.

After hesitating for a month, He Shi decided to go in and take a look.

Looking at the coffee that only appeared in TV dramas, she randomly chose a slightly cheaper one.

When I turned around, I happened to bump into the person walking towards me.

It's a pity that He Xiang is not as tall as that person, so he fell into his arms, and coffee was poured all over himself and him.

"ah!"

He Si raised his head and glanced at him. "Sleep on Monday?"

"He Si? Why did I meet you here again? What a coincidence." Yi Mian was not angry and politely asked the waiter for a pack of tissues. He Si wanted to help him, but he refused.

"I want another cup of what this classmate just ordered."

"No need." He Shi shook his head.

"It's okay, I bumped into it accidentally. I apologize for it." Zhou Mian probably finished packing his clothes, picked up two cups of coffee, and took He Si to the table beside him to sit down.

"I'm so sorry. The second time I saw you, I spilled coffee all over you." He seemed to just want to find a hole to crawl into.

"It doesn't matter."
To be continued...