Because Lu Qianling got up late and had no time to sit down and have breakfast, Meng Chuyuan took a bag and packed a portion for her to eat on the way.
"Are you leaving now?" Seeing them rushing out, Mother Lu suddenly remembered that the scarf Meng Chuyuan knitted last night was still with her, and she mentioned it to Meng Chuyuan by the way: "Your scarf is still in my room. Woolen cloth."
Meng Chuyuan stuffed breakfast into Lu Qianling's hand and said in a slightly hasty tone: "Leave it, you can keep it if you like."
The weather was not yet suitable for wearing a coat, and she didn't need a scarf, so she simply didn't take it to heart.
Hearing this, Mother Lu raised the corners of her mouth and said with a hint of joy in her eyes: "Then I won't be polite."
Meng Chuyuan knitted the scarf so beautifully, who wouldn't want to own it? She had been coveting it for a long time.
Just when Meng Chuyuan said it casually, Mother Lu didn't take it too much and took the matter seriously.
"It's okay, take it if you like it." Her top priority now is to send Lu Qianling to school to see what the learning atmosphere is like in Lu Qianling's class.
Not long after Meng Chuyuan and Lu Qianling left, Mother Lu had eaten enough and rested at home for a while, then slowly went out at the right time.
She also grabbed a bag and packed the yarn balls and needles, as well as the scarf that she had not knitted last night.
Mother Lu thought about knitting for a while during her lunch break, finishing this two-color scarf as soon as possible, and knitting another one of the same style. It would be in winter when her husband came back, so it would be just in time to use it.
When she was packing, the scarf Meng Chuyuan had knitted yesterday happened to be next to her.
Seeing this scarf, Mother Lu picked it up, folded it, and put it back in the cabinet. But before she could put it down, a scene suddenly flashed through her mind.
The last time she had a phone call with Lu Qingye, she knew that it was cold in Lu Qingye's place and he should need a scarf at this time.
But she liked Meng Chuyuan's knitting very much. The lines were neat and the colors were beautiful.
Mother Lu originally wanted to fold them up and put them away, but then she suddenly thought of the situation at Lu Qingye's side, and she suddenly hesitated.
In fact, Mother Lu also had a piece of knitting in her cabinet that she had knitted some time ago, but after all, it was her first work and she couldn't bear to take it out just like that.
"...It's an advantage for you, kid." Mother Lu hesitated again and again, and finally decided to send this blue and white scarf to Lu Qingye.
She put the scarf into a bag and mailed it out when she went to the company later.
Mother Lu quietly sent the scarf abroad. She didn't call Lu Qingye because she couldn't tell what was going on with Lu Qingye due to the time difference.
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Meng Chuyuan sent Lu Qianling to school and asked her to go to class first. He stayed in Lu Qianling's school district room for a while and cleaned the room for her.
She didn't follow Lu Qianling into the school because she thought it was too early, so she wanted to wait until recess time so that it wouldn't delay their classes.
When he was renting a house and signing a contract with an agency last time, Meng Chuyuan felt that he was in a hurry. He had to record a program the next day, and some things were not handled by Lu Qianling.
Meng Chuyuan went to the supermarket to buy various snacks for her, as well as dairy products and fresh fruits to fill the refrigerator.
It was nearly half past ten when Meng Chuyuan came to school.
Because the school is strictly guarded by security guards, outsiders are not allowed in. Although Meng Chuyuan looks young and looks like a student, she is not wearing a school uniform and is wearing a mask. When she came over, she was stopped by the security guards.
"Little girl, you're not even wearing a school uniform. You shouldn't be from our school, right?" The security guard came out wearing a uniform and looked Meng Chuyuan up and down.
Meng Chuyuan said politely: "Uncle, I'm here to see your school teacher."
The security guard glanced at her and frowned in confusion: "Are you a parent of a student?"
"I am." She nodded lightly.
When the security uncle heard this, he seemed to be very experienced. He sighed softly and said, "Is the child causing trouble at school? Come and register with me."
"Okay." Meng Chuyuan followed her uncle to the security room, and then the security uncle brought her a visitor registration form.
Meng Chuyuan left the time and purpose of her visit, as well as her contact number and her name on it. After filling it out, she handed it to the security guard: "Uncle, I've written it down, please take a look."
The security uncle took the registration form from her hand, hummed lightly, and took a cursory glance. Just when he was about to let her go, his eyes suddenly glanced at the name column on the registration form.
"Meng Chuyuan?" The security guard frowned and thought.
"Yes, I am Meng Chuyuan."
"Why does this name sound so familiar..." The security guard hissed, with a puzzled look on his face. After a while, his eyes widened suddenly, as if he had discovered something: "Meng Chuyuan... are you Sister Meng?"
Audiences who watch variety shows like to call her Sister Meng, which makes it easy for people to forget her real name. The security guard also thought about it carefully before remembering it.
Meng Chuyuan was very surprised to see his reaction, and smiled calmly: "I don't dare to take it seriously. You can be my father at your age. It's really inappropriate to call me sister."
She really didn't expect that one day she would be called sister by an uncle in his fifties. It seemed that this uncle was surfing the Internet a lot.
"Shouting after netizens is called being friendly." The security uncle smiled and said, "Last time the young master came to wait for his sister to finish class, I was the one to receive him. What kind of luck do you think I am? I met two people in one week. Sub-star.”
Meng Chuyuan seemed to be very sensitive to the last two words, and hurriedly clarified to his uncle: "Uncle, I am not a star."
She is most afraid of being misunderstood about her identity, not to mention that she is talking about a celebrity. If there were comments like this on the Internet, she would probably be trolled to death by keyboard warriors.
"You came to school to find your sister, right?" The security guard put the registration form back and asked her curiously: "Not many girls get into trouble and get their parents invited. What happened? Could it be that they were naughty? Was the little boy bullied?"
Faced with the security uncle's gossip, Meng Chuyuan simply replied: "No way, who dares to bully my sister."
Regardless of whether this matter is true or not, Meng Chuyuan must let his uncle put an end to this suspicion, otherwise it will be unclear if he will start gossiping with his colleagues and friends one day.
Just then, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the security guard did not delay her any more: "Then go in quickly. Go to the right and you will find the teaching building."
"Thanks."
Meng Chuyuan came to the teaching building and asked other students who were heading to the teacher's office.
Lu Qianling finished class, and the English teacher called her name again and asked her to go to the office.
She immediately took out her mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Meng Chuyuan: [Where are you? Come in? The devil asked me to go to the office]
After a while, Meng Chuyuan replied to her: [Here he is]
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...The creator of Dystocia only writes so many brailles. I thought that what I wrote was pretty good, and my updates were just like that. Unexpectedly, I found that two books were plagiarizing the plot of my book. I don’t know how many other authors are out there. Read the book, give me some advice, cherish your own feathers, creation is not easy, and any infringement will be investigated!
I also want to say I'm really sorry to my readers. I've been having a lot of troubles recently, and I even encountered plagiarism. I don't know what to say. I will continue to make color palettes, and I'll hammer every copy I make. This book won't make much money, but I wrote it with my heart and time. I don't want it to be tampered with or stolen! I'm very happy that everyone likes this book. It doesn't matter if you don't like it. At least what I write can impress me, because my three-dimensional life is quite boring and I don't have many friends. Writing books is my only hobby, but I don't do it for It was born, and if it disrupts the rhythm of my life, I will stop, so I can only do my best for this story... I also know that more updates can make money and retain readers. Who can't live with money? But I really don’t have the ability or time. After all, I am still too young and have no ability to withstand pressure. It is difficult to step forward when encountering difficulties.
Most of the authors I like have been scolded to the point of quitting the circle. I feel that I am quite lucky. The readers I meet are very kind and tolerant. It is a fact that updates are slow. Writing with my heart is my feedback to everyone. Thank you again for your kindness~
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