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The sound of Nie Chuan's car rang out in Wanchun's yard again.

Not long after, she came in bouncingly, with her hand on the strap of her side bag, the key chain on her index finger, and she was playing with it, humming a little tune.

"What's the matter?" Ashin looked up at her, took a glass with his lower hand, placed it on the bar, turned around and took out a bucket of orange juice from the cabinet behind him, filling it half full.

Nie Chuan threw the key at Ashin, who took it smoothly, and put his hand under the counter.

Arlene sat on the sofa next to her, watched her make a tired expression, and walked towards the friends around Ashin: "I'm so tired, so tired." As she spoke, she raised the glass and took a sip. And do.

Ashin added another half cup to her.

"That kitten's family is outrageous. They actually want to ask me for money?" Nie Chuan said.

……

Nie Chuan kept her for a day, cleaned her and changed her clothes, in order to show her friends the beauty she found.

While everyone was amazed, they all discovered that this beautiful girl named Tang Muning was a little different.

When people asked her to strike up a conversation with her curiously, she was sometimes dull and sometimes emotional.

"Isn't she an idiot?" A young man said casually, sipping his rum.

"Don't say it, it's kind of like it." In addition, the young man standing beside him smiled and reached out to hit his chest, expressing his approval.

"She's like Artemis." A self-proclaimed poet sighed, because his speech was difficult to understand, so his speech was often ignored.

Her name is Tang Muning, and when someone asks about her hometown, her eyes will always be wary.

More and more people gathered around her curiously, and even lifted a strand of her hair to take a closer look.

Sometimes she will resist, and sometimes she will appear docile and well-behaved. This contrast makes people more interested: everyone wants to try whether she will be friendly to him or not.

Perhaps because the threshold for people to appreciate her beauty is not high, what was originally an ordinary greeting and strike-up has gradually become maliciously provocative.It's like holding a timothy grass and watching a cat chase those fluff.

When the original noble beauty falls into the humble, everyone wants to fight back for pleasure.

Arlene was outside the crowd, watching her face appear and disappear from the gaps in the figures, a beautiful face indistinctly.

It was almost evening, and the sun was setting.

There were more people in Wanchun's store than usual, and everyone surrounded Tang Muning like stars.She wore a wreath on her head and was called "the moon" by people coming and going.

And she was already a little numb, she raised her hand and then put it down, and smiled again.

Yawning secretly, interrupted by the next person to talk.

Originally, Nie Chuan wanted to keep her for another day, but Ashin firmly refused.

……

Everyone looked at Nie Chuan who came back from the outside shouting tired, stared at her curiously and asked how Tang Muning was doing.

"The cat's home is so far away. It takes more than two hours to drive from here." Nie Chuan said.

Everyone hurriedly asked her where it was.

"A town," she said, "she refused to tell me where her home was, so I had to send her to the police station. I found it. But her family is really amazing, Answering the phone call from the police station, actually asking the police officer to drive her home."

……

Nie Chuan and the accompanying police officers took Tang Muning on the journey to send her home.

Watching the roadside road gradually turn into a familiar building from the car window, her mood became more and more impatient.

When the car stopped in front of a house with a fenced yard made of stones, the sound of parking immediately attracted two or three people in the house to greet it.

As soon as the two strong young men came forward, they began to roughly pull Tang Muning out of the car, cursing and vulgarly speaking.

Tang Muning grabbed the car door tightly, the sound of her fingernails rubbing against the painted door was finally drowned out in her heart-piercing cries.

"Excuse me? This is the 21st century? What's wrong with her?" Nie Chuan frowned and asked one of the older people.

"My daughter-in-law," he said.

"Buy and sell by force?" Nie Chuan pinched the legs of his sunglasses, pointed to the elderly man in front of him, and then looked suspiciously at the policeman beside him.

"The Ming media is getting married!" The elder raised his voice.

……

After hearing this, everyone sighed.

Nie Chuan shrugged, took a sip of orange juice, and put his hands on the bar: "I don't know."

"Why don't you ask clearly?" Arlene asked suddenly.

Everyone looked at her in unison.

Nie Chuan smiled: "You still don't understand, you are a child. This is an adult's business."

"Don't everyone like her very much?"

She continued to smile on her face, tilted her head, and exchanged glances with a few people around her: "There is no one who doesn't like kittens. Is there anyone who doesn't like her?"

"Then why not save her?" Arlene asked.

The atmosphere changed a bit, and a few people in the outermost circle walked away with their cups.

Nie Chuan's smile suddenly froze on his face, and soon disappeared.

She grimaced: "Everyone is very sad. Everyone needs help."

In this way, after a week, Tang Muning's name was gradually mentioned a lot less by everyone.In the second week, even worse.By the third week, some people had forgotten her first and last name.

When her traces were gradually erased by time in everyone's memory, she outlined her outline more clearly.

More than a month later, with the sound of a bell, the door of late spring was pushed open.

She stood at the door with a dusty face, and she looked even more embarrassed than when they first met.

"kitten?"

Nie Chuan yelled out in surprise, and hurriedly backed out from behind the bar.

She walked up to Tang Muning and hugged Tang Muning's neck so tightly that she had to bend down to respond.

"It's great to see you!"

Nie Chuan happily put his arms around Tang Muning's arm and pulled her into the shop, and introduced her name to the friends in the shop kindly again.

Everyone greeted Tang Muning warmly, as if they were old friends they hadn't seen for a long time.

Nie Chuan was almost glued to her body, rubbing the dirt all over her body.

Her joy and excitement were real.

It was true that she didn't dislike the dust and mud on Tang Muning's body.

It was true that she drove Tang Muning back to her village home again.