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"Ah...? You...you remember it all? No wonder...Lu Qiong still left you...I knew she meant it...but I didn't expect you to remember it so quickly...but don't you know me? Why don't you remember me?" Xiaoyuan's face became anxious for a moment, he didn't expect Lu Qiong to break up with Xu Chenmu, when Xu Chenmu's memory was just beginning to emerge, it seemed that Lu Qiong was really She has suffered enough, that's why she can't wait. Also, everyone thinks it's a miracle that a lonely person like Lu Qiong can take care of a semi-disabled person, and it's not easy to persist for such a long time...

For a moment, he sighed endlessly, and looked at Xu Chenmu with a hint of sadness. Since Xu Chenmu has recovered his memory here, he doesn't need to be entangled here. In this way, Xu Chenmu must have some complaints , Lu Qiong abandoned her, and said that he didn't know her—the editor with a small round face gave himself a round-faced explanation, and he felt more and more deeply in his heart that love could not last long, no wonder he always adhered to the single principle .

But Xu Chenmu was quite upset, Lu Qiong had already meant this?Who are you, how can you know what Lu Qiong means?Lu Qiong will never leave me, she promised herself... Wait a minute, when did she promise?The colorful memories in her mind gathered together for a while, but she couldn't find a clue. She looked at the little round face silently for a while, happy for a while, worried for a while, and cast a sympathetic look at herself after a while.

Clearing her throat, she began to pick celery leaves, which could be used to make soup, but it was no longer good after being waved by herself, so she had to take it off, held it in her left hand, and said as if she didn't care: "Why? Speaking of which, it is enough to remember some things, and there is no need to remember many things, as long as you have the ability to take care of yourself, Lu Qiong is not here, if you have any urgent matters, go find her elsewhere, I will cook."

"Then, Lu Qiong left here, right? I can't contact her anymore, what did I say when she left? Is there any manuscript left here?" He was so anxious that he wanted to grab Xu Chen Mu's sleeve, but Xu Chenmu thought he was going to push himself in, so he hid back in fright, pushed the door shut, and shut him out.

"..." Xiao Yuanlian patted the door, "It's reasonable, I'm just here to press the manuscript!"

"But she's not here! It's useless for you to look for me, right?" The last sentence was a lie, Xu Chenmu thought silently, clenched his left hand into a fist with a celery leaf in his palm, pressed on the door, and locked the door, " If you do that again, I'll sue you for harassment..."

The little editor is a little pitiful... She suddenly couldn't bear it anymore, opened the door, and the little round face looked at her dully: "I'm sorry..."

"...it's okay, don't come here to look for Lu Qiong in the future." Xu Chenmu blushed, thinking how could she lie for Lu Qiong who was dragging the manuscript, she will definitely go to Lu Qiong for an explanation later, so she calmed down , whispered in the gentlest tone of my life, "She used to go to wherever she used to go to find her, didn't she?"

The little editor nodded, turned and left.

Xu Chenmu looked at his back and felt a little uneasy, thinking that it would not be easy for people to come to urge the manuscript. Lu Qiong delayed the manuscript here, and the editor was layered with leadership, just like himself. Those at the bottom of the chain are layer upon layer of directors and leaders. Those who have face and weight are never known to outsiders, and reporters are pushed directly in front of the public and in front of the audience and readers. ----It seems that the editor is pushed directly in front of the author, and when the author shirks, he is pushed in front of the readers for questioning.

Everyone is a person who lives at the bottom of various chains and accepts the most direct consequences. She has some empathy, but she also knows that it is absolutely impossible to have any empathy in this world. It just seems to be connected to some places. Where is she? Thinking about my own career——but there is no way, even if it is the lowest level, someone has to do it, and I have to do it bravely.

Before she joined the job, she always used Lu Xun's words to encourage herself. Now that she thinks about it, she is a little stubborn and naive in it, but there must always be some light in her heart, and the darkness of life will not overwhelm everything. Whether or not I remember my profession, whether I can still have a huge sense of honor for my thankless profession is another matter----

Lu Xun said: "Since ancient times, we have had people who worked hard, some who worked hard, some who pleaded for the people, and some who sacrificed their lives to seek the law... Although it is the so-called 'official history' for the genealogy of emperors, generals and ministers. , and often cannot hide their brilliance, this is the backbone of China."

Thinking that she is also the person who is the backbone, she has a sense of professional honor. She straightened her back but remembered that she always hunched over inadvertently. When she hunched, Lu Qiong would pat her on the back made her stand up--

Suddenly there was a force coming from the back of the waist.

"Don't hunch your back." Lu Qiong said, and Tan hand closed the door and locked it, pulled her left wrist back, and sniffed, the aroma of celery.

Xu Chenmu suddenly remembered the height when the little round face compared Lu Qiong's height. It turned out that the little round face was not lying. Lu Qiong was really this tall. Although she was not much taller than herself, she still held herself firmly in her arms. curled up.

With a glow on her face, she raised her face: "You dragged the manuscript and kicked out the editor——"

"Yes." Lu Qiong admitted frankly like this, let her go, looked at the celery she was carrying, always wanted to laugh, the corners of her mouth moved, but did not laugh out loud, "You don't know me----"

"I know you, I know you... I will know you tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, this has no logical relationship with your delay... This is not the reason for delay..." Xu Chenmu thought that he was full of confidence , but this confidence is more or less weak, I don't know where in my memory I understood Lu Qiong's difficulties, so I silently fought and pushed Lu Qiong from my own line to the opponent's line, thinking about it After a long while, he couldn't bear it any longer, and pulled back to his front line. He didn't know what to say, so he got into the kitchen with his head depressed. Not long after, there was the sound of washing vegetables.

Chapter 77 Friday: Wedding Photos

Chopping meat stuffing is more or less a labor-intensive task, Xu Chenmu chopped the meat carefully with a knife in each of his left and right hands.

After mixing the stuffing and putting it aside, I habitually dipped some chopsticks and handed it to Lu Qiong——if I didn’t type well, I would follow in to cook. Xu Chenmu was already angry just now, but Lu Qiong Joan said she had no inspiration, so she let her go.It was like bargaining with a brazen husband, but in the end he could only surrender and lose nothing.

She didn't know why she suddenly came up with this metaphor, but Lu Qiongrou's face should be a role like a good wife anyway, and she shouldn't be the same role as the shou in the vulgar Lily novel. They are all people who are thoughtful and easy to take the initiative. The so-called "Gong Shou" setting that the two-dimensional girl uses to act like a baby should not appear in her mind, but she just compared Lu Qiong to that loving and helpless girl. husband----

Suddenly realized the feeling of being with you for a lifetime without a marriage certificate, as if you already had a marriage relationship, touched the glass wall of life, and saw the world outside the glass——she used to compare life to being in a glass In the cup, through the twisted cup wall, one can see the deformed world outside.

Suddenly, her face turned red to the base of her neck, and she didn't know why she blushed so easily. She retracted her chopsticks, and Lu Qiong licked her lower lip: "It's just right."

"Not salty?" Xu Chenmu also dipped a little bit himself, and confirmed that Lu Qiong was not lying. Lu Qiong used to be very worrying about cooking. Saltyness is like a gambler's last fight, just bow your head and mix. Stuffing, even if it is raw, comes with that aroma.

Then she took out a piece of dough that had been divided into several small pieces, kneaded it vigorously on the chopping board, and waited until it was stretched into long strips. Then she realized that Lu Qiong was peeling garlic over there, with tears in her eyes, but it was fleeting. Now, he looked at himself with a smile, completely missing the sudden moment just now.