Xia Suyuan glanced at the ticket: "I'm in car 6." ”

The man and the woman both had a look of disappointment on their faces, but then the boy said, "It's okay, there will always be a few times when we can sit in the same carriage." ”

A carriage?

She was a light bulb watching her boyfriend and girlfriend across the other side show affection?

Xia Suyuan refused too late.

However, she did not show her reluctance, but just smiled, rather embarrassed.

"We're here."

The carriage is painted green with a sign on it. None other than the Seven. One more step forward is Xia Suyuan's carriage.

Wu Jingshu handed Su Beyan a ticket in her hand. The two were busy getting on the bus to check the tickets, and Xia Suyuan walked to her own car.

By the time we arrived in Guyang, it was already dark. The lights hanging on the roof of the station were one after another, shaking people's eyes.

Xia Suyuan walked out of the station along the flow of people, and the bus stopped on the side of the road at night.

She put on her sweatshirt and hat, like a rebellious student who had just finished school, got into the car, and stuffed the change she had just taken out into the ticket machine.

Bus number 101 is a dedicated night line. From the dilapidated airfield in the east of Guyang City to the outer ring road in the west. Bypassing thirty stations in between, it is divided into two sections at the train station.

There are not a lot of people.

It's past eight o'clock. The bus runs every 10 minutes, and it goes almost in a straight line, and many people choose to take a taxi home at this time.

The girl found a place to sit by the window.

There is a parking information posted on the roof of the bus, and the Qingtang community is at the penultimate stop. She got off the bus from the Qingtang community, got into the car that the housekeeper came to pick up, and walked for another ten minutes to get home.

The name of the family community is Qingtang Villa Garden.

The community and square in that area are called Qingtang, and it is said that it was contracted by a real estate company called Qingtang. What the specific facts are Xia Suyuan is not clear, the only thing she knows is that there is really a small pond in her community.

When the housekeeper took her back to the house, Zhang Minjing had not yet returned.

In the distance, you can see the lights on the second floor.

It was Xia Muqing's house.

Hearing a noise in the yard, the girl put down her homework pen and reached out to open the window.

I saw my sister get out of the car.

When Xia Suyuan walked into the house, the girl was already standing at the top of the stairs.

"Sister!"

The housekeeper also entered the house.

He poured tea and placed it on the table.

"Miss, if there's nothing to do today, I'll go home first."

Xia Suyuan turned around: "Okay." ”

As soon as this was answered, Xia Muqing over there said, "Why did you come back so late?" Isn't Lu Yang quite close to us? ”

"It's close, and you have to take the train for three or four hours." She replied while going upstairs, "My car is more than four o'clock, and it will be about nine o'clock when I get home." ”

"How much homework did your teacher assign during the holidays? Are there any questions that you won't have? ”

"That's a lot of questions." Xia Muqing followed her sister behind, watching her push open the door of her room and throw her schoolbag on the bed.

"Mom didn't say to hire a tutor for you?"

"She? Not. Xia Muqing shook his head.

Also, she is a first- or fifth-grade child, although she usually looks like a little adult, but she is not very old. When their father died that year, my sister was only one or two years old.

"You'll not be in junior high school until I graduate from college." Xia Suyuan suddenly felt that the age difference between the two was too big. She sat down on the stool of her desk, and Xia Muqing followed, sitting on her sister's bed.