Chapter 137 Chapter 137

"You also take care of your bones." ——I didn't tell the truth, but I didn't tell a lie. The prince came back tomorrow, and he couldn't catch anyone. The truth is: the small building where Miss Mingyue lived was set on fire by her wife, and there was not a single piece of clothes left. When she left, she didn't even have a suitcase in her hand, and she only had a dirty thin cashmere coat on her body. It was the middle of the night, she came out from the palace, and she couldn't go to Nan's family to bother her, so she stood at the gate of Ci'en Temple not far from her home until it was dark and the little monk came out to clean.Her hair was messed up, one cheek was swollen, her muscles were stiff from the cold for several hours, and she couldn't speak. The little novice took her into the meditation room and asked the master to come out.The old monk knew her since she was a child, and was surprised to see her in such a mess. After serving hot tea and snacks, Mingyue gained strength after eating something in a warm place. She lowered her head and said in a trembling voice: " Thank you Master."

The night before, separated by several courtyard walls, the old monk woke up in the middle of the night and saw the flames of the opposite palace. Should I contact the little prince?" She thought about it and shook her head. "What do you plan to do?" "...Master, can you lend me some silver dollars? I want to find a place to settle down first, and I can return it right away." The little prince was generous in his pledge of incense and incense, and he had a deep friendship with the monastery. The old monk knew something about Mingyue's life experience, so he went to the apprentice in charge of general affairs to give her some money.Mingyue washed her face in the temple, tidied her clothes, and finally left Yulu Lane with twenty yuan borrowed from the old monk in her pocket.When she reached the entrance of the alley, she still did not forget to look back, thinking to herself, the place where she was allowed to stay, the place where her memories were stored, the place where her father's empty sails were kept, has been burned up by colored beads, but she owes Can the debt be paid off?

Two weeks later, when the snow in the city melted, Mingyue found a temporary job at Riqiao Elementary School, teaching children how to write Chinese characters.The children are all about five or six years old. The boys wear caps, and the girls have bench-shaped hair. They are not yet old enough to make trouble, so that the writing and copying are obedient and obedient. Mingyue is still in the trial stage, and her salary can get fifteen yuan.She rented a house not far from the school. It was a courtyard room in the west wing. A couple lived opposite the door and sold tofu at Xiaonanmen. The landlord lived in the south room. When it was warmer, I hung out the cage I raised.

Mingyue bought coal and started a stove in her room to keep warm. At first she couldn't do it well, but after a while she figured out the trick: put the coal at the bottom, stack firewood on top, and put paper and hay on top of the firewood.The things on the top are easy to ignite, and when the temperature rises, the firewood and coals below are slowly ignited, and the fire will start.She eats very simple breakfast, just hot water for biscuits. There is a teachers’ cafeteria in the school, and lunch and dinner are provided for free every day.She bought a beautiful, undamaged cotton skirt and a few scarves in a thrift store, washed them with hot water at home, and wore them to school. Some colleagues praised them for their beauty.After the first month's salary, she paid back ten yuan to the old monk of Ci'en Temple, and told him that she must pay off the rest next month...