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There are many trees in the Wang family's garden. Among them is a very tall sycamore tree with few branches, but one branch protrudes horizontally, which is just right for Miss Manchun to put a rope on it and connect a wooden board to make a swing.

Man Chun hadn't seen her parents for a long time, maybe ten years or so since they left her at her uncle's house and left with a sum of money.Later, my uncle went to France as a professor at the request of the school, and there was no one in the family, except for a servant, Ah Qing, who fed and clothed her with the salary given by my uncle.

This year she was in the second grade of middle school, the age of Cardamom Nianhua, just the age when a girl's love first started.

Man Chun sat on the swing, her feet dangling on the ground, the poetry anthology in her hand was always opened on that page, and her soul wandered to nowhere.

Ah Qing was trimming dead branches and leaves in the garden. Seeing her like this, she jokingly said, "I've never seen you look so distraught. Miss, do you...have a crush on someone?"

Man Chun glanced at her coquettishly, and said: "I... I don't have it..." She lowered her head, twisted her fingers together, heard a voice outside the courtyard wall for a while, looked up, and suddenly laughed.

Ah Qing followed her gaze. A tall, thin boy in a student uniform was tiptoeing his head to look, but because his height couldn't get past the courtyard wall, he couldn't see it no matter how he stood on tiptoe.

"Ah Cheng, I'm still not tall enough. I'll pick you up and see if Miss Wang is inside." Man Chun couldn't help laughing when Minglou said to the person next to him.

She made a silent gesture with Ah Qing, moved a chair in the garden over, stepped on it by herself, and stood up slowly, trying to scare him.But he didn't expect to be facing a face.

She yelled and almost fell, but fortunately the man reached out and grabbed her arm.

"Ah Cheng? What's wrong?" Minglou asked from below.

"Well...it's okay, big brother, Miss Wang is inside, she's..." As Cheng said, seeing Man Chun shaking his head in shock with teary eyes, he said, "I'm swinging on the swing."

Man Chun nodded, and whispered to him: "There is no one at home, I will go out later, you wait for me at the front door."

Ah Cheng nodded earnestly, and Man Chun went down cautiously while leaning on the wall.

After a while, the head outside the courtyard wall disappeared, replaced by the doorbell of the gate ding-dong.

Ah Qing hurriedly ran to open the door, and Man Chun packed up her things and followed.

"Let them sit for a while, I'll change clothes." She said to Ah Qing.

When she went up to the second floor, she heard Minglou's loud voice: "It's okay, we'll wait here, don't bother you." Then she ran to her room.

She likes Minglou.

It's no secret, almost all her friends know about it.

Minglou, the elder brother who is two grades older than them in the middle school next door, is handsome and talented, comes from a famous family, and his academic performance is also among the best. He is often mentioned by all kinds of girls, like the lover of his dreams.

But he just treats her well.

They met at a book club, and she didn't think he would go too. When she sat down, the girl next to her said, "Look, that's the Minglou I told you about."

It seemed that the voice was a little louder, Minglou turned around and looked at them.The girl beside her lowered her head shyly, but she didn't, and she didn't know whether she was delusional or her mind was blinded for a moment. She just looked at him so straightly, and didn't react until he turned around again with a smile on his lips. Come and see what you just did.

Then he came to the stage to express his opinion, his eyes swept over her intentionally or unintentionally, and with a confident and calm smile, he took her soul away completely.

She knew she liked him.

Later Ming Lou also said that when he first saw her, he knew she was different, with the stubbornness and tenacity in his eyes that are rare among girls in a boudoir, he knew she was different.

After changing his clothes and hurried downstairs, Ming Lou was pointing to a painting in the hall to teach Ah Cheng to identify the school of painting style, and he spoke clearly and logically.

"If you're interested, I'll find a teacher to teach you. You can learn from sketching, and it won't take long for you to practice this kind of landscape painting," he said.

Manchun looked back.

It was a very simple gouache painting. There were people deep in the mountains and rivers, and it was not a popular painting school. I don't know why Minglou likes it.

"Okay, my princess has been packed, let's go." He patted Ah Cheng on the shoulder and walked to the door.

Man Chun naturally took his arm.She looked back at Ah Cheng.

This ten-year-old boy, who had just been adopted by Minglou, looked at the painting obsessively, with tears welling up in his eyes.

"Ah Cheng?" She called him softly, the boy hurriedly wiped away his tears and replied, ran out and opened the car door for them, and then sat in the passenger seat by himself.

Man Chun and Minglou exchanged glances, and Minglou touched her hand reassuringly.

This year, she was 14 years old.

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