Chapter 37 Unexpected

Style: Girl Author: Qingyan LingxueWords: 2184Update Time: 24/01/12 00:25:32
very good! Frank enough.

He Shiling smiled. This person was very good at blocking information. He did not deny or admit it. It seemed that the elder brother was reliable. He must not have known much from the elder brother.

What did he just say? His mother! Suddenly I felt a little funny.

This is too, too, unreasonable? In other words, it was abrupt. She came here to get an education, not to make friends and chat about home affairs. Besides, she was just a guest occasionally. The three people she met by chance were actually a family. Is it really a coincidence?

Book? She looked at the torn apart book, oh, it's Song Ci! I remembered that at dinner the day before yesterday, I told my brother that she was looking for a book of Song poetry bound in thread.

It turns out that she is not the only one who likes going to the theater! There are quite a few people carrying lamps.

Each of us is a participant in someone else's drama. Thinking of what my brother said yesterday, I can actually explain it this way. I really learned a lesson.

From this point of view, yesterday's uncle and yesterday's little Junjun did meet by chance, but today's "Junshi's Appointment" may not be another "coincidence". That innocent little girl with beautiful features was actually misleading. She is Zheng Yifan's sister.

He Shiling looked at the rain-wet grass around her. This family was very interesting, but what about him? She glanced at the man who was protecting her from the rain. He was looking straight ahead at the road ahead. Following his line of sight, as soon as the rain fell, the vegetation and the lake began to become blurry.

The person next to her who brought her an "accident" knew who she was, so he was playing the role of Jiang Taigong, waiting for the arrival of her "little fish". He chose the "bait" very well! He Shiling looked at the torn pages in her hand, and it was a pity that this book of Song poems was bound by thread.

But, what does he, Taigong Ke, want to do? Could it be!

"Is it because of that small wooden barrel?" This is the only reason. Thinking of my brother and the family's expressions when they saw the barrel yesterday, could it be that this is what he is doing too? In other words, does this bucket have any special significance?

"Huh? Small wooden barrel?" Ke Mengnan glanced at her and was shocked by her words, such a jumping thought! Well, it seems that she already knows that this is an "inevitable" "accidental encounter", "Yes and no."

He admitted that he was a little curious at first as to who the person who received the keg was. His father didn't tell him, so he didn't ask anymore. He thought that one day in the future, he would naturally know, just like he and he Teacher Song.

But later, I discovered that the person was Teacher Song's sister. Interestingly, Teacher Song suddenly asked him about sardines and catfish, and he intuitively told him that it should be something related to her. Lin Xiaoyao cares about the bucket, and what he cares about is the person who collects the bucket. Later, I learned about the conversation between the fisherman and the rich man and about Song Ci, but I didn't know that she would also come this morning.

However, such an "encounter" was something he had not expected, and there was also this sudden rain. There was no rain today. From Teacher Song's concise words, the personal information he captured was that she was a quiet girl with unique insights.

He thought that when we met again, she would walk gently behind him, and then softly say, "Hello, can you lend me the book in your hand?" He turned around and Sunshine smiled, "Okay."

Or, she walked over gently, stood behind him, and read quietly without saying a word, while he turned back with a sunny smile, looked at her and said, Hi, do you also like Song Ci? She blushed slightly and said softly, "Yes, can you lend it to me for a look? He said, okay."

Or maybe he just walked to the swing and passed her with Song Ci when she wasn't paying attention. She stopped, looked at him, and said softly, "Hello, can I borrow the book in my hand?" He stopped, smiled and said, OK.

Or, when they met on a cobblestone path that wasn't too wide, they looked at each other and smiled, and the moment they passed each other, she noticed the Song Ci he was holding in his hand, and then she stopped, smiled slightly and said, "Hello" , can you lend me your book?

Or maybe, on the road around the lake, they walked towards each other inadvertently, and he accidentally slipped his hand at the moment of passing by, and the book in his hand fell to the ground. She picked up the book and found that it was Song Ci. Then, she looked at him and said with a chuckle, "You dropped your book. Can you lend me this book?"

Or... or...

At ten o'clock in the morning, Ke Mengnan was curled up in a recliner and reading "The Reader". His mother was in the next room, preparing the things he and his sister would take to school in the afternoon. His father was at the desk beside him, practicing calligraphy.

Junjun came back, came over gently, and asked him if he wanted to go to the park in the middle of the lake.

He glanced at the gray sky outside the window, shook his head, and said to her, "I'm not going, just calm down. I'm going back to school at 2:30 in the afternoon."

"I just saw the sister who took dad's keg yesterday." Junjun whispered softly, "I came back specially to tell you. If you don't go, then I will leave."

"Who?" Looking at Junjun's back as he jumped and ran away, Ke Mengnan was stunned for a moment, glanced at his father who was concentrating on him, smiled, then followed him out, walked to the door of the courtyard, thought for a while, and turned back. , looked around on the bookshelf, found the thread-bound book of Song Ci, took it, and turned around to leave.

"Are you going out?" Ke Chengzhi asked without raising his head.

"Well, I'll accompany you to the park in the middle of the lake for a walk. I'll be back soon." Ke Mengnan answered as he walked out. When he walked out of the courtyard, he found that the little girl was running very fast and no one could be seen anymore.

There were not many people in the park. To be precise, there were almost no people left. In the distance, there were figures swaying by the swings. It must be them.

When I got closer, I found that, hey, she really enjoys it. She was sitting there, and Junjun was rocking beside her. The two seemed to be chatting happily, and occasionally there was a burst of laughter.

What kind of expression did Xiao Junjun have? He actually waved at him. Could it be that he was afraid of disturbing them? Well, he didn't think of how to say hello. He looked around and pointed at the steps facing the water. He saw Xiaojunjun, who was very satisfied, raising the "OK" gesture behind the swinger.

Suddenly, I wanted to laugh. When did they play 007? They all had secret codes.

Ke Mengnan smiled and walked towards the steps facing the water.

This location is good and not far away, and it is also the only way to exit. You should not miss this "encounter". However, you really need to think carefully about how to say hello.

Time flowed forward with the water, and he saw Junjun sitting on the swing, but the man had his back to him! What does Xiaojunjun mean? Are you planning to let him walk over? What should he say if he goes there?

After taking a look at the Song Ci in my hand, I realized for the first time that it was very difficult to take the initiative to strike up a conversation with a girl! !

Or will she accidentally discover that he is here? or……

He imagined ten thousand possible encounters, but he never thought of an encounter like this.

She came over, not only recognized the wrong person, but also directly ignored his existence, took away the book, and threw the book away, which made him misunderstand and fall to a new height, but she laughed. Heartless.

This is completely different from what he imagined. He still understood it wrong, or Teacher Song gave him the wrong guidance. This is clearly a restless person!