do not move!This is my daughter-in-law

Because she was injured in a fight with Guo Zhuang a while ago, Qin Moru has been enjoying her official holidays for the past two days. Every afternoon, during self-study time, she can be seen walking out with her schoolbag on her back.

"Be careful on the way home." Ai Qiao instructed her while signing a leave note for her.

"Got it." Qin Moru smiled, took the leave slip, folded it and put it in his pocket, "Mr. Ai, I'm leaving, remember to go back early."

"Yeah." Ai Qiao nodded to her, evoking a smile.

When I came out of the teaching building, there was no one outside. Most of the students were studying by themselves last night. At a glance, only Guo Zhuang's younger brothers were squatting in the corner and smoking.

"Where's your boss?" Qin Moru asked casually as he passed by them.

"I said I wanted to write something and give it to his deskmate. If something happens tonight, at least someone will know his whereabouts. Maybe he can save him again when I go to rescue him." A younger brother played Soot said.

"This is so hard to think about. After all this, you still have to go?" Qin Moru sighed.

"Didn't you lose a bet with someone? Boss has a good face, and he will forcefully agree to whatever conditions are offered to him." The younger brother who played the cigarette ash shrugged.

"Oh." Qin Moru nodded, and smiled helplessly, "That's fine."

After saying this, Qin Moru turned his head and glanced in the direction of the teaching building. Guo Zhuang was just coming out with his schoolbag on his back, and when he saw her, he quickly waved to her.

"Let's go together!" He opened his mouth and yelled before he reached the front, his voice was loud, and his roar echoed in the empty playground.

"No, I won't take that risk." Qin Moru said, stretching out his hand and pointing to his head, "Besides, I was beaten up like this by you, I have to go back to recuperate."

"Can't I apologize to you for that?" Guo Zhuang hurried over and stood still in front of her, coughing twice and saying in embarrassment.

"I accept the apology, but I refuse the invitation." Qin Moru said, took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket, peeled it off and stuffed it into his mouth, "You wish for good luck, and remember to chant Amitabha when you meet ghosts."

"Does it work?" Guo Zhuang asked.

"It doesn't work." Qin Moru smiled, "It can make the ghost find you with the sound, and kill you faster by the way."

"Fuck!" Guo Zhuang cursed.

Qin Moru ignored him, and walked away with a bag on his back while smiling.

After going to the opposite community and riding the motorcycle, Qin Moru went to the supermarket first.

This time happened to be off work time, and there were so many people in the supermarket that they were almost touching each other, and the noise was endless.

Qin Moru was not in a hurry, so he followed the slow-moving crowd to the shelf selling drinks.

There were relatively fewer people in this area, which gave her enough space to act. Qin Moru hummed and wandered around the shelves for a while, and finally found his favorite coffee.

It is a very niche brand. It is difficult to find it in many supermarkets, even if you browse the entire coffee shelf. Even if it is expensive, it tastes extremely tricky.

The taste is almost unacceptable to normal people.

But Qin Moru likes it. When she drank it for the first time, it was like an addiction and she couldn't stop, especially when she was writing songs late at night, it could save her tired nerves.

Yes, in addition to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she can also write songs and compose music, and she has never heard of it to others, so she herself cannot make too much evaluation of this built-in skill.

To what extent exactly, who knows.But she always believed that this skill of hers was only slightly lower than that of famous masters.

That's right, this is the self-confidence of Xueba.

Very unreasonable.

When he carried several cans of coffee in his arms and walked out to check out, Qin Moru heard the sound of arguing from there before he reached the front desk.

It seems that someone had an argument with the cashier at the front desk, and there are many people around.

Qin Moru identified it carefully, and the voice sounded like a middle-aged man, a little familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere not long ago.

Qin Moru raised her head on tiptoe and looked forward. She was a little surprised when she saw the person involved.

It was the beggar she helped, wearing a tattered padded jacket with frayed corners, at this time he was holding a worn-out 20 yuan bill that was almost out of shape and even missing a side, and told the cashier argue.

The voices of other people's discussions resounded everywhere.

"Stop messing with him, hurry up and send him out to settle our bill, and we have to wait until we get home to cook!" The aunt with the basket on her shoulder said to the cashier.

"Look at the broken money in his hand, it's dirty and worn out, maybe it's fake! I despise it for a second!" The junior high school student with a schoolbag turned around and said to the little friend behind him.

"Don't you have eyesight, don't you see what this place is?! You should come!" said the salaryman in work clothes.

"What kind of supermarket does a beggar go into! Go back to your garbage dump!" There were several voices around, and I don't know who said it.

Qin Moru just stood there, taking in all the disdain and sarcasm on the faces of everyone around him.

The heater was always on in the store, but Qin Moru felt a strong chill for no reason.

The beggar obviously felt a little embarrassed, his hand holding the money trembled and didn't know where to put it, and he couldn't utter a word out of his mouth.

"I'll pay for what he wants to buy." Qin Moru couldn't see it, she took a few steps forward with her coffee and squeezed to the front of the line, standing next to the beggar, "He is my friend, you even brought my It's one piece."

The cashier looked her up and down, and saw that she was dressed like a rich person, so he was willing to pick up the scanner and settle the bill slowly.

Qin Moru glanced at the cash register, and there was a knife on it.

"Thank you." The beggar was very excited to see his benefactor again. He nodded vigorously at Qin Moru, and kept making bowing movements with his dirty hands covered in red and black mud, " You're such a nice guy! Thank you, thank you!"

"It's okay." Qin Moru shook his head, took the knife handed over by the cashier and put it into the hand of the beggar, "Why buy this?"

"Cooking." The beggar smiled pitifully, his voice sounded trembling, "There are still several people in the family."

"That's it." Qin Moru sighed, and took out a few hundred yuan from his wallet, "You can use this money to buy something, it's not easy to feed so many people."

"No, there's no need." The beggar shook his head quickly after seeing the money in her hand, "I can't keep receiving your favor, no, no!"

"Alright then." Seeing that he wouldn't accept it, Qin Moru stopped pressing, paid the money and walked out with the bag.

Many people were pointing fingers at her, and Qin Moru didn't listen carefully to what was said, so it must not be a good thing anyway.

It's probably about female high school students forcibly pretending to save down-and-out beggars or something.

Qin Moru sighed softly.

After walking out of the supermarket, she said goodbye to the beggar, and then she got on the motorcycle again and drove towards home.

The beggar watched her back for a long time without looking away.

"Good man, there will no longer be such good people in society, who are different from them all!" After a while, he murmured.

It was nearly six o'clock when Qin Moru arrived home, and the room was pitch black. While taking off her shoes, she turned on the light, and casually put the coffee she bought on the table.

Immediately afterwards, she walked to the refrigerator and opened the freezer layer, took out the quick-frozen dumplings inside and put them in a pot to cook.

In addition to instant noodles, she can also make quick-frozen dumplings more delicious. After all, there is no need to add any seasoning to this stuff, just boil it with boiling water.

Although sometimes it is undercooked, and sometimes it is overcooked.

"A child with a mother is like a treasure, and a child without a mother is like a grass." Qin Moru sang casually while cooking dumplings, "I can't even cook a dumpling well."

After cooking for about ten minutes, Qin Moru took out one with a colander and tasted it, and felt that it was almost cooked.

She smiled, took a big bowl and scooped up all the dumplings and put them in, then she walked slowly to the living room with the bowl in one hand and the vinegar in the other.

After eating the dumplings on a random variety show, Qin Moru washed the dishes in the sink, went to the bathroom to wash up, patted his face and walked to the bedroom.

Very good, very energetic, and in a good mood, suitable for songwriting and composition.

Taking a can of coffee, she opened it and took a sip. Qin Moru put it aside, then took a deep breath, and opened the piano cover in the corner.

The piano looked old, but it was very clean, the result of Qin Moru cleaning it every day.

There were a few words engraved on the inside of the piano cover, Qin Moru smiled, and stroked them gently with his hands.

As if touching some priceless treasure, the movements were so gentle and cautious.

Yingxue.Jiang Yingxue.her mother's name.

This piano is something left by her mother, it is considered a relic, and all the good memories of the past are kept in Qin Moru's memory.

very distinct existence.extremely precious existence.

Qin Moru sighed, and slowly sat down on the chair. After a moment of silence, she gently pressed the keys of the piano.

A beautiful melody fluttered down her fingertips.

The author has something to say: Qin Moru is a little publicity with various pretentious skills~