007 Memories

After bandaging, Xiao Ju went down with her things.

In the firewood room, there is only the sound of Lu Man and picturesque. It was already late, and Picturesque had no intention of going back to the room.

Lu Mansheng didn't squeak, and sat in the corner, her hair hanging low, covering her horrible face. Picturesque looked at her quietly, as if wondering what she was thinking in silence.

If the painting does not speak, Lu Mansheng has no meaning to speak. Whether it is physical or mental, there is no intention to open up at all.

The head is empty, I don't think about anything, I can't think about it. In this strange world, a qiē came too quickly, too suddenly, and caught her off guard. She could barely move an inch, and she didn't know what to do next.

"You...... By the way, I don't know your name yet? Picturesque suddenly spoke. Maybe the surrounding environment is too quiet, and the moment the sound sounds, there is a touch that tears the space.

Lu Man's voice moved, "Name ......"

"Well, your name?"

Lu Mansheng didn't know who this body was, and he didn't know if she had any relatives, and why she had fallen here. She didn't know anything about this body. But it's okay that you don't have to carry the burden of this body and live your own life.

"Lu Man's voice." Lu Mansheng said, broke off a firewood branch, and neatly wrote the three words Lu Mansheng on the ground.

"Can you read?" The picturesque appearance is not a small surprise.

Also, there are not many women in this era who can read and write. In addition to those who are the daughters of large families and those who have conditions, many women are illiterate, and at most they can write some very simple and their own names.

Even Ruhua himself, although he can sing and dance well and can stroke the piano, he doesn't know many words. I still learned some from the master who taught the piano in the building, and finally got rid of the illiterate people.

And Lu Mansheng, an outcast, living on the streets, should be illiterate according to big characters. But looking at her picturesquely, not only can she bandage her wounds, but she can also write such neat words, she feels more and more that this little beggar is not simple.

"Yes." Lu Mansheng had no choice but to say.

"Where are you from, and why are you here?" Picturesque asked again.

These were originally Lu Mansheng's own business, and she shouldn't have asked. What's more, judging from her situation, such a question would only make her think of sad things. The gentle and considerate Ruhua shouldn't have asked that, but for some reason, Ruhua just knew that Lu Mansheng wouldn't mind.

Lu Mansheng shook his head.

"I don't know." It was true, and if she could, she wondered why she was suddenly here. As for the previous question, no one believes it, does it?

Ruhua only thought that she didn't want to say it, and she didn't want to mention the sad thing, so she didn't ask again.

"You, why are you helping me so much?" After a long time, Lu Mansheng suddenly asked.

Ruhua lowered her head, and her body was suddenly covered with a sad aura. Just when Lu Mansheng thought that Picturesque would not answer her, she raised her head, tears were shining, and Picturesque smiled in the tears that was particularly distressing.

"Because of that." Ruhua stretched out his hand and pointed to the cancer on Lu Mansheng's face.

Lu Mansheng was stunned, and his face became a little colder than usual. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I didn't decide to help you because of the tumor on your face, I didn't mean to bring it up on purpose." I was just...... It's just ...... "It's just that my sister used to have such a big scar on her face, and she was also looked at and bullied by others.

"You're thinking too much." Lu Mansheng sighed, she seemed too nervous, she didn't need to do this in front of her. After all, it's her who is under the fence, not her. Of course, Lu Mansheng himself does not have the slightest consciousness of being under the fence.

"I just want you to know that I'm not sympathetic or want you to thank me, I just want to help you."

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"The reason why I help you is also my own selfishness."

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"Don't feel burdened, I do this willingly."

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It's already late, go back to the room to rest, before leaving, tell Lu Mansheng to cover the quilt at night, don't catch a cold.

The quilt is picturesque and let Xiaoju hold it, and the picture is still not at ease when she thinks about it. Although the weather is not very cold now, Lu Mansheng has just recovered from a serious illness, and his body bones are not good.

"Thank you." Although Ruhua said that she didn't need her thanks, Lu Mansheng was sincerely grateful to Ruhua for what she had done.

Lying on the straw mat laid out in the firewood room, covered with a picturesque quilt that Xiaoju brought over. The quilt is soft and has a faint scent of roses. Lu Mansheng put his hands behind his head and looked at the bright moon in the night sky through the broken window of the firewood room.

Thinking about the qiē before she came here, thinking about her husband. I don't know how she is doing in modern times, and if an incomprehensible situation suddenly occurs, he will still worry about her as much as before.

As soon as Lu Mansheng thought this, the corners of his mouth hooked up with a touch of self-deprecation. She was so naïve, after doing so much to disappoint him, how could she ask him to have the same feelings for her as before?

It's just that when he thought of the husband who doted on her and loved her in the past, he would be indifferent to her one day, and Lu Mansheng's heart hurt unbearably.

How much she wished that this qiē was just a dream, and when she woke up from a dream, she was still in the room after the two of them got married. Familiar breath, with his taste.

She opened her eyes, lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed, opened the curtains, and felt the beauty of the rising sun. The sound of him busy in the kitchen sounded in her ears, and she smiled sweetly and jumped out of the room.

In the kitchen, her husband was concentrating on the omelette, and she poked her head out from behind, because she was too small to see what was in front of her.

The loose loungewear was soft against her body, and she stretched out her arms around his waist, her head pressed against his back, sniffing vigorously. I don't know if it's smelling him or the smell of breakfast.

The husband's doting and gentle laughter came from the front, and he took the time to turn around and kiss her on the head. Let her be obedient, and breakfast will be ready soon.

She hummed heavily, not forgetting to praise him a few words, and encouraging him to keep up the good work. With him, his picky stomach doesn't have to worry.

He knew all about her careful thoughts, but because of her praise, he volunteered to be the head chef at home. He had said that he would prepare breakfast for her for the rest of her life if she wanted to. When she was willful, he never worried that she would leave him, because there would never be anyone in this world who treated her better than him.