Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

I opened the letter with joy. There was only a thin piece of paper inside, with five words written crookedly on it, all of which were outlined a lot. The big one was big and the small one was small. It was really ugly.

When Song Changyue first started learning to write, it was not so ugly.

【I am fine, and you. 】

No wonder it was a piece of paper. Five words took up half of the paper. If I wrote too much, I would probably need two pieces of paper.

Song Leyu, Song Can, and Song Lingjia also entered the room dejectedly, pretending to say it was windy, and then closed the door.

Song Tingran had seen it a long time ago and snickered with the husbands, but pretended not to know anything.

The friendship between children is precious and requires personal privacy. The many beautiful memories will be treasures in life every time I think of them in the future.

"Sister Yueyue, what did young master Jin Cheng say? It's so mysterious."

Song Lingjia hugged Song Changyue's arm with expectation on her face. This was what the other sisters wanted to know.

"I didn't say anything. I can show it to you."

Song Changyue handed the letter out, but no one picked it up. After all, it was just a matter of hearing about such a private matter, but the sisters didn't feel good about actually going to see it.

"Yueyue, just tell us. This is the first reply to you from Master Jincheng." Song Leyu pushed back the letter.

Song Changyue really didn't know how to describe this letter. She dragged the three little sisters to the table and unfolded the letter.

"Now, look, it's just five words."

The four people sat around here, looking at the five characters that seemed to be painted on them, and they were all a little silent.

Song Changyue's previous worry was right, little master Jin Cheng really couldn't write.

This is for the purpose of replying to the letter and for learning.

If he didn't go to breakfast, it would be too late to go to the book school. Originally, Song Tingran didn't want to disturb him, but it was really too late.

She stood at the door of the dining room and shouted: "It's time to eat."

Song Changyue quickly folded the letter and put it in the middle of her small cabinet. The other three little sisters had already left the room. She walked a few steps, but she still felt uneasy.

I am worried about whether it will rain. If water leaks and wets the cabinet, the inside will also get wet.

I was also worried about whether the wind would blow, and if the cabinet blew open, the letters would fly away with it.

She took the letter out of the cabinet and placed it on the bottom of the makeup box on the dressing table.

It should be safe here.

In the dining room, Qiao Jinshu pushed Shi Yan and looked at Song Changyue. It was obvious that he wanted to know whose letter he wanted to know.

Shi Yan approached him and said a few words in his ear, and Qiao Jinshu immediately looked at Changyu Bridge.

"Jinshu, let's eat."

Chang Yuqiao didn't care whether Qiao Jinshu had finished the meatloaf in his hand, and stuffed another piece into the bowl.

The meatloaf is a super large meatloaf made by Wen Li, with thin skin and thick meat. It is sitting in the bowl with its legs hanging open.

Qiao Jinshu held it in his hand and ate it in his mouth, just waiting for a good time to ask properly.

Shi Yan didn't give him this chance. After dinner, he took him and the Zaizai to the book school.

That is to say, Liu Yun also came with the workers at the same time. This was very good. They would always meet at the head of Ping'an Town at the agreed time, and then come here to start work together.

Qin Gen'er walked a little slowly behind, still the same as before. Before saying anything, he had to undergo a period of mental construction.

And this psychological construction is all written on the face, just say directly: I have something to do, I want to talk, but I am not ready yet, you can't see me...

Song Tingran was also anxious to go to the embroidery workshop with Chang Yuqiao to see Luo Mingyue. Such a thing would never happen in 800 years, and he was really afraid that he would not be able to think about it.

"Gener, if you have nothing to say, I will go to the embroidery workshop."

"Yes, boss, I have something to say."

Qin Gen'er finally became anxious.

Song Tingran asked Chang Yuqiao to go to the embroidery workshop first, and she would arrive soon after.

"My boss, there is a rumor in the town that someone cheated on ghost marriage yesterday. I want to ask if it is about Luo Mingyue."

When it came to Luo Mingyue's name, Qin Gen'er's voice was very low. He felt embarrassed that he had to ask, always afraid of being rude.

"Gen'er, it's not convenient for me to talk about this matter, but I can tell you that Luo Mingyue is very safe now. Don't ask about this matter anymore. Just say, you can rest assured."

Song Tingran couldn't tell it directly. Even if this matter might be spread, she still couldn't tell it to anyone except her family.

"That's good. We are all poor people. As long as we are safe, we can take our time in everything else."

Qin Gen'er was not a fool. She knew exactly what was going on. She decided in her heart that if she kept silent about this matter from now on, it would be regarded as a good deed. She quickly climbed up to the roof and prepared to start work.

When Song Tingran arrived at the embroidery workshop, Luo Mingyue was still embroidering in the lobby, and she seemed to have nothing to do.

"Master, thank you once again for your life-saving grace!"

Luo Mingyue put down the things in her hands and knelt down on the stool. Her face, which had been calm just now, suddenly collapsed.

"Get up quickly, I haven't arranged any work for you today, and your injuries haven't healed yet. Go up and rest."

After Song Tingran finished speaking, she noticed that Chang Yuqiao waved slightly to her, which was not obvious.

"Master, I'm fine, nothing happened at all. I have nothing to do... I'd better work with everyone."

"Okay, if you feel tired, go upstairs and rest."

Everything was obviously normal in the embroidery workshop, Li Zhuangzhuang, Zhu Yuan, and Han Congxing were all doing things, and Luo Mingyue was also serious, but the atmosphere felt strange.

Song Tingran walked to the courtyard of Xiufang, and Chang Yuqiao followed him out.

"My wife, I heard from Xingzi that Luo Mingyue came back and took a bath last night. It took a long time. He waited at the door for a long time before he came out. After he came out, he returned to normal. He even joked a few words, and then today When I woke up early, everything was normal, and I also had a lot of breakfast."

"You're not crying or making trouble?"

"Almost not, and I asked him to rest before you came. He didn't want to and insisted on working here with everyone, so I didn't force him."

"He is much stronger than I thought. Let's just do this for now. Stay out of the limelight for a while and wait until the heat of the matter subsides. That will be fine."

This is Song Tingran's best plan, and this is the only way he can do it. There are too many people in Ping'an Town, and the commotion last night was too big to cover up.

Song Tingran stayed in the embroidery workshop for a while. Luo Mingyue became more and more normal, and she felt uneasy in her heart.

"My boss, my boss!"

When news about Li Fengmei came to the door of the embroidery workshop, Song Tingran put down the account book he was checking and walked out.

"My boss, here, I just went to your house to look for you. Xiao Yuchen told me that you were at the embroidery workshop."