After Qi Ye finished speaking, he got up and looked at Lan Qingmei, "Where do I live today?" ”

Lan Qingmei walked out of her uncomfortable mood, walked to the hallway of the house, turned left and stood in front of a locked room.

He took the key out of his pants, gently unlocked the room, and pushed the door open.

Walking in and turning on the light in the room, Qi Ye looked at the tidy room and didn't smell the smell of flying dust.

"This is Lan Qian's room, I come to clean it every day, it's very clean, you can live here today." Lan Qingmei pointed to the room and said.

Qi Ye nodded, looking at Lan Qingmei who was standing against the door frame.

"Are your feet better?"

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with my feet." Lan Qingmei said with a smile.

Qi Ye looked at Lan Qingmei speechlessly, "Your feet are okay, you let me carry you?" ”

Lan Qingmei's face showed an embarrassed application, "It's not, I almost fell off the mountain, and my legs were a little weak with fright." ”

After speaking, he immediately became angry again: "You are my granddaughter-in-law!" I still shouldn't carry me?! ”

Qi Ye waved his hand, "I'm not your granddaughter-in-law, go to bed, I'll get up early tomorrow morning to help you pack your things." ”

Lan Qingmei nodded with a smile, and then helped Qi Ye close the door.

Qi Ye turned his head to look at the neat room, with a blue pen holder neatly placed on the old desk, as well as a few textbooks.

At the top of the textbook is a thick white hard-shell diary.

Qi Ye tilted his head sideways and looked at the side paper of the diary, half of which had darkened in color.

She reached out her hand, passed the journal, put her hand over it, and gently flipped it open.

The first page is stained with old photos of young blue plums and a child.

Underneath the photo was a row of crooked childish fonts, and Qi Ye looked at those words and smiled softly.

[Today is my birthday, and tomorrow I will go to elementary school. 】

Elementary school?

Qi Ye couldn't help but sigh, "Lan Qi in the kindergarten will write so many words?" ”

The second page is another simple sentence.

[What the teacher talked about in school, my grandmother has already told me, it's boring. 】

Qi Ye shook his head with a smile and continued to look back.

After emptying a lot of pages and miscellaneous notes, Lan Qi's words appeared in the book again, this line of words has been formed, has its own style, and looks very delicate and regular.

[Some people are really nosy, and my parents are grandma. What's so strange about my grandmother coming to my parent-teacher conference? 】

Qi Ye stared at the wrinkles on the paper, and reached out to touch the wrinkled marks.

When he wrote this line, he should have cried, right?

Lan Qi: Does he have no parents? Where did my parents go?

Qi Ye thought and continued to flip backwards.

[Grandma cried, grandma was drunk, and I cried when I saw my grandmother crying. Grandma said she missed her daughter, I guess it was my mother, right? But I don't want her because I've never met her. 】

Qi Ye sighed softly, and suddenly remembered a sentence he had seen before.

The lucky people use their childhood to heal their whole lives, while the unfortunate people spend their lives to heal their childhood.

[At the age when it should be learned, why do people always want to fall in love? Always writing love letters, is it because the homework is done too quickly? 】

Qi Ye looked at it and laughed loudly.

She remembered this sentence and said to Lan Qian, since he thought so before, why didn't he reflect on his current self.

Qi Ye smiled and took off his shoes, watching his feet be rubbed out of two blisters, and the entire instep was swollen.