Chapter 492: Uphill

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"Ming'er is about to start classes, don't you have to prepare?" Grandma Chen was too busy chasing over, and said, "You go back to the room to read, I'll go to the pot and I'll be there Alright? "
"It's okay, I have come to read a book in the past few nights, and I've been prepared for a long time," Chen Qingxuan smiled at Grandma Chen, looking back at Meiya, "Girl, you'll take Grandma and wait for a while to eat The zongzi is just that! "
"Good!" Mei Ya promised, and she was so busy that she helped Grandma Chen back, and pressed her on a chair to sit down, while squeezing her shoulders for Grandma Chen, "Grandma, your grandson is so filial , You just enjoy the blessing, just look at you in a hurry. "
"Aren't I distressed you?" Grandma Chen has never been so happy. While reaching out to hold Meiya's hand, she said with emotion, "Girl, if you live like this every day, the old lady can live to eighty!"
"Which is enough?" Meiya wrapped around Grandma Chen's neck from behind and lay on Grandma Chen's ear. "Grandma, you will live for a hundred years."
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That night.
After Meiya washes, she went back to her room and rested. The room where she lived was the same room where Zhong Mingwei used to live. Naturally, the bed she slept in, Zhong Mingwei had also slept, and no accident, Meiya was insomnia again, clearly She was exhausted all over, but she couldn't sleep, and her eyes were staring at the crescent moon outside the window. After a while, she sat up from the bed suddenly.
She put on the outer dress, put on her shoes, walked to the door, and then stopped her feet. She stood for a long time against the wooden door. After pushing the door open, she fumbled to the kitchen, from the pot I picked up a large bowl of dumplings, and then walked out of the door carrying the dumplings lightly and lightly. As soon as she touched the cold wind outside, she was so busy that she opened the outer skirt to wrap the dumplings in, and then trot Go up the mountain road.
It was n’t the first time she had touched the darkness and went up the mountain. The last time was the Lantern Festival. It was also such a dark night. She was carrying her boss ’s food box. Rao was so tired and sweaty, but she was happy in her heart and always wanted to go fast. A little bit, hurry up, the Lantern Festival is cold and it ’s not tasty. This time it ’s the same. The same night and the same rugged mountain road, but Meiya ran and stopped, she looked up and was confused. Looking at the crescent moon above the head.
What is she doing?
Should we take the initiative to show weakness, or should we insult ourselves?
Meiya couldn't understand it, and didn't want to think about it. She wrapped the outer garment tighter and walked up the mountain step by step against the wind.
At this moment, she really didn't want to think about anything. She only knew that it was the Dragon Boat Festival today. She packed the dumplings and wanted to send them to Zhong Mingwei.
Zhong Mingwei has not eaten her dumplings yet.
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Mi Ya sighed long and sighed against the cover-up courtyard door. The courtyard door was newly made, and it was asymmetrical to the original one, and the door was not easy to insert. Pang Yi did not care much. Anyway, there is an old man who has been in the sand for more than ten years, and he is not afraid of anything, so the door is always closed so vainly, as long as he reaches in and gently pulls the latch to the side, the door opens. Too.
Meiya stood in front of the door, wiped the sweat beads on her face, and straightened her messy forehead, and then gently opened the door, and then tiptoe into the yard, when walking into the yard, She stopped her feet again, and she stared at the closed door blankly. After a while, she looked away, and then she walked to the window.
One step, two steps, three steps ...
Mei Ya felt that every step she took made her heart even more excited. These days she has been immersed in pain and struggle, but when she returned to this yard and walked to fold the broken window, she Only then did she suddenly know what she wanted most and cared about the most, so even if she hated Zhong Mingwei again, as long as she faced him, she would only be left with joy, humble and helpless joy.
Meiya felt like she was stunned. While she was disgusted, she couldn't control her feet at all, not only her feet, but also her eyes, her mouth, and her heart that almost came out of it.
"Zhong Mingwei ..." Waiting for the hole in the window and finally calling out Zhong Mingwei's name, Meiya felt that her heart was falling to the ground, lying on the ground so humblely, waiting for someone to pick it up or Is trample.