The two souls wear the same person + side story

She pressed her finger angrily, and the screen turned on again.

So it went on and off, and on and off, Xu Wanqing asked for help countless times, Shang Yi lost her temper and lost her fingerprints for her.

Forget it.

Neuropathy is also nothing to investigate.

It was the first time the old boy met at the door, and Shang Yi also performed a play, asking where to turn, in fact, she memorized it by heart.

After getting out of the car, Xu Wanqing lightly stroked the top edge of the car door, then looked at Shang Yi: "Thank you for your kindness, girl, you dare to ask..."

"Can you talk properly? Can you?" Shang Yi raised his voice, causing the dogs to bark everywhere.

The words came out, making her more fierce.

"I just want to ask the girl's name."

"My name is Lei Feng, you are welcome."

The car drove away.

Chapter 6 Xu Wanqing Tells a Story 02

After all, she is a native of the ancient times, who knows the way of Confucius and Mencius, as well as her own officials.

The only thing I don't know is Lei Feng.

The word Lei Feng is very cold and harsh, like a sharp knife unsheathed in the cold winter ice and snow.

How could a woman have such a name?But remembering that in the previous dynasty, there was a female general who inherited her father's career and resisted foreign aggression. After thinking about it, she was also a woman whose parents placed high hopes on her.

After Xu Wanqing came back, she always thought of that woman.

Open-minded and quack, always with a lively smile on his face.There are two attendants by her side, a man and a woman, who are intimate and obedient.

Born like a demon concubine who brought disaster to the country and the people, she was the most beautiful woman Xu Wanqing had ever seen.

Even with Zhang Xu's body, she has experienced the power of the world, and she was surprised to see that girl, and even looked at herself in the mirror, lamenting that she was born sad, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, and she was easy to bully when she looked at her, not as bright as that girl .

If we can meet again--

Oh, I'm afraid we won't be able to see you again.

She entered Zhang Xu's body again, got up, and opened the book again as usual.

In the previous conversation with that man named Shang Yi, he scribbled two lines of words.

I vaguely saw my own name, but it was painted out.

The strokes below are neat and fair, and the words Xu Wanqing are written.

One word and one line, each stroke is disassembled and written, as if teaching.

The handwriting was too neat, and I couldn't tell whose handwriting it was for a while, but I thought Zhang Xu was ignorant and unable to write so beautifully, it was probably due to Shang Yi.

For no reason, what did Shang Yi write his own name for?She studied it carefully, but she couldn't resist writing her name again according to the gesture.

As a gift in return, she imitated the words "Shang Yi" below, each occupying a line.

Hearing people say that this is a way for children in the lower grades to practice calligraphy, which is naive and interesting, so she couldn't help but write it again.

Getting up early and having nothing to do, she turned on the light.

The lamp is on the top of the head, no lamp oil or ignition is needed, the light is dazzling, just like daytime.

All this amazed her, she was fresh and learning at the same time, but she still had to remain calm and act as usual.

People who are used to using these magical things have not changed much, they still eat, drink, marry and marry.

Pick up the pen and draw an outline.

She wanted to draw the girl, but after a glimpse, she didn't dare to look at it more, so she had to use a few strokes, which can be regarded as charming and recognizable, but it is not good-looking after all, not one of the charms of the girl.

Unable to sign, I remembered the girl's name, so I wrote: Lei Feng.

The paper in Zhang Xu’s house seemed to be straw paper taken out of the toilet. The ink smeared quickly, and the texture was like snowflakes. The paper was also soaked.

When the time is up, she should go to private school.

Zhang Xu would usually pack up his schoolbag so that she and Shang Yi could carry it and leave, so she picked it up and didn't look at it.

Who would have thought that Zhang Xu finally made a mistake. She opened her schoolbag and took out a bucket of braised beef noodles.

The representative of the Chinese class was reciting ancient junior high school poems loudly in the front row, and suddenly heard a sound, turned his head and stared at the red paper shell: "Zhang Xu, you actually brought snacks to class, I want to sue the teacher."

snack?

She has seen this thing before, but she doesn't know it is food.

Looking at the outside, it's not just red paper, but the paper is dense and smooth, and it feels heavy when you hold it.

She was surprised, picked up the instant noodles and looked around, but couldn't say anything, so she asked, "How do you eat it?"

"Eat it soaked! Do you still want to eat the bucket? Teacher—teacher, Zhang Xu still wants to eat instant noodles in the classroom!"

Because they came early and no one else was watching, the class representatives could not convey the information to the teachers who were at home on the kang.Seeing her stupidity, he intentionally left evidence of the crime, dragged her to the hot water room, made a splashing noise, soaked a bowl of noodles, pressed the paper lid with a fork, and held it steaming in his hand.

"Here."

Xu Wanqing Shi Shiran took it, she was amazed at the convenience of this thing, if she was traveling, she would bring a car with her, and she could still eat fragrant hot noodle soup on the road.

so good.

After the noodles softened, she turned her back to the little girl and took a bite of the noodles.

Sure enough, the aroma is rich, the taste is strong, the noodles are very chewy, and the taste is very different.

She is not used to standing like this, eating with her back to someone in a dark corner, like a mouse gnawing on wood, sneaking around in the dark, chattering, unable to get on the table.But after all, the woman couldn't serve the table, she ate something ready-made, she was grateful in her heart, turned around and saw the little girl staring at her, and turned her head when she was smashed: "Is it delicious?"

"Delicious." She intended to share it, but she thought it would be inappropriate to give someone what she had eaten.