Xia Mingxin has always liked to read classified advertisements in newspapers, and she always felt that there are a lot of social phenomenon microcosms in the small advertisement text. When the economy is in recession, everyone sells their houses, sells their businesses, and seeks jobs. As they get richer day by day, classified ads take on a different look, and people hire nannies, drivers, and tutors everywhere.Also, all kinds of cats, dogs, and exotic flowers are all looking for buyers. This morning, she poured a large cup of hot tea, sat down, spread out the newspaper, read the headlines and supplements, and began to read the classified advertisements.

"Customs Confiscation of Duty Unpaid Jewelry Auction". "Free sushi: those who can eat 80 pieces within an hour are free, 50 pieces are half price, and 30 pieces are 30% off." "Ouba Leather Goods Company Closing Sale"... These are all signs of a recession. The world economy is intertwined, and Southeast Asian countries are falling one by one like dominoes, which will soon affect the other side of the Pacific Ocean. Then, Ming Xin saw a notice measuring ten centimeters by six centimeters. "The old garden of No. 1 Tranquility Road was foreclosed by the bank and held an auction. The indoor furniture and miscellaneous items were open for bidding from Monday to Wednesday."

There was a buzzing sound in Ming Xin's ear. Suddenly, she couldn't hear anything. She felt tight in her chest, and after a while, she was able to stand up, walked to the zinc plate, and spit out a mouthful of tea from her mouth. Then, she rubbed her face, applied some cold water, and let out a breath. hometown. She returned to the breakfast table, stared at the advertisement in the newspaper again, and rubbed the black words on the white paper with her index finger to prove that it was hers and no one was joking. She showered and changed immediately, took the car keys and went out.

It is good to have no family. Wherever you like to go, you can start immediately without telling anyone. As soon as the car got on the highway, Ming Xin was even more confused. She was so familiar with the road to her hometown that she could drive it with her eyes closed. Tranquility Road is about an hour's drive away from the urban area. At the end of it is the hometown. The hometown is located on a small peninsula in a strange location, covering an area of ​​about five acres. It is a completely independent world facing the Pacific Ocean. When Ming Xin came to her hometown for the first time, she was very emotional. She couldn't believe that this kind of paradise-style residence could be real.

The people and things she came into contact with changed her life. Strange is strange, and everything started because of classified ads. One day five years ago, she had just finished her graduation exam and had just received her diploma. She was idle and wanted to find a job when she saw this advertisement in a Chinese newspaper. "We are looking for a tutor, the salary is excellent, please call Ms. Zhang on 926333." It was this advertisement that made her step into her hometown. Xia Mingxin's car was speeding on the highway, and it was difficult to tell what was going on in his heart for a split second.

She must rush to see what happened. As soon as you drive into Tranquility Road, you can already smell the aroma of salt, which is characteristic of the air near the sea. Ming Xin saw many cars parked in the open space, ah, it turns out that today is the auction preview, and many people have already heard the news. She parked the car quietly and walked towards the gate. Looking up, she was surprised by the extent of the damage to the mansion. The outer walls were originally dove gray with creamy yellow pillars, but now there are mold spots everywhere, and rain stains hang from the eaves like eternal tears.

How long has it been without repairs, how did the mansion turn into ruins in an instant? Ming Xin opened her eyes wide, her palms were cold. What about the owners, where are they? Someone said politely: "Miss, this way." Heh, she stood still, and someone behind her got impatient. She had to go inside. The auction house has already occupied the entire mansion, there are classified labels everywhere, crowds of people are visiting, appraising, and appraising. There are rows of seats in the center of the hall, and the auction table is high above. All the lighting, decorations, calligraphy and books were removed and sold in one place, and the fear in Ming Xin's heart arose leisurely.

Ah, let alone a person, even dead things fall. Involuntarily, she left the noisy crowd and walked up the stairs. A uniformed guard stepped forward to stop, "Miss, tourists stop." Ming Xin raised his head and said in a low voice, "I used to... live here." Maybe it was because she was pretty and well-dressed, maybe the guard was also sad about the dilapidated condition of the mansion, so he murmured, "I'll give you ten minutes, Miss, don't get tired, I lost my job," and he gave her an accommodation. "Yes, thank you." The light well of the stairs faces the sea, and there are windows along the way. The architect’s unique design makes going up and down the stairs a kind of enjoyment. From the outside, the light well looks like a small tower, which is the most prominent corner of the hometown.

The first floor is the children's bedroom, the second floor is the game room and private reception room, and the top floor is the master bedroom. Bu Ren's independent dormitory is behind the mansion, but Xia Mingxin's dormitory is not in the hometown, so her dormitory is in the last room in the corridor. She approached the room lightly and pushed open the door. Heh, five years seemed to have never passed. At the moment, the room is full of old mattresses, the gauze curtains are torn, there are water stains on the wooden floor, the glass window of one window has been broken, and the potted plants on the small terrace outside the long window are also withered.

But Ming Xin seemed to hear a crisp voice cooing and calling her: "Ming Xin, Ming Xin, who are you engraving on your heart?" Ming Xin's nose was sore, tears almost fell down. Every piece of furniture in the hometown is a treasure. She remembers that the small iron bed she slept on was an antique from the Victorian era, and there were hand-painted camellias on the floor. Mingxin is sad. Someone said at the door: "Who are you looking for?" Ming Xin blurted out, "Where is the owner?" "Moved out early in the morning." A smartly dressed young lady stood in the doorway.

Ming Xin asked: "Who are you?" "I'm Lin Xuqi, a promoter of the auction house, and you, who are you?" "I'm an old friend from my hometown." She laughed, "No wonder I am touched by the scene here." Ming felt helpless, "Excuse me, are there any whereabouts of the Zhuo family?" Unexpectedly, Ms. Lin asked back: "The owner of the hometown is named Zhuo? This is the first time I heard it. We always treat things, not people." Mingxin suddenly. She went on to say: "The mansion has no commercial value, and it will be demolished to build a resort. Unfortunately, the currency depreciation in Southeast Asia has swept the world. Investors feel hesitant and postpone the plan." Ming Xin was hit again, "Disassembly, not restoration?" Lin Xuqi was amazed, "Fuxiu, who will live in such a big and useless house, ten workers are not enough to take care of it day and night." Yes, she was right, the Zhuo family did have seven or eight workers in the past, not serving people, but taking care of the house and garden. Ms. Lin asked, "Did you fancy anything?" Ming Xin shook his head. "They seemed to leave everything behind and left in a hurry, leaving behind all the sundries, even a pile of leather shoes and handbags. We laughed and said that this auction may be the biggest sundry sale in ten years." "Ming Xin needs to take a strong breath to calm down. "Any time? I'll buy you coffee." Miss Lin is very polite. Ming Xin had no choice but to follow her to leave the second floor. Ms. Lin said again: "A beautiful old mansion... Are you a romantic person? I am not. It would be great to convert it into more than 20 hotel-style units. The Ministry of Land Affairs has approved the change of land use." Ming Xin remained silent, walked downstairs with his head down, was squeezed by the crowd, lost Miss Lin's trace, and Ming Xin heaved a sigh of relief. She went to the side hall and overheard the conversation between two middle-aged businessmen. Those two were smoking cigars recklessly, and there was a spicy smell in the air. One of them said, "I've booked the billiard table in the basement." Another person disagreed, "Where is the giant monster?" "My two kids like billiards, what about you?" "Best now, cash is king in a recession." "This is true, especially the Hong Kong dollar, which is the only currency in the world that is pegged to the U.S. dollar. It will never depreciate. The government will not hesitate to pay for the economic defense of the entire city. It is very expensive." He laughed dryly. "The US dollar is still the most powerful. It rises when it likes to rise, and falls when it likes to fall. Dollars are indispensable in the pocket." "Really, you tried running to Japan, Algiers, Chile, Mauritius, Harry, and everyone only recognizes the green back." "Hahahaha, hurry up and exchange for dollars." Ming Xin was unspeakably bored, and just about to leave, the two of them changed the subject and left Ming Xin behind. "Do you know Zhuo Shiguang?" "Zhuo rarely participates in social activities and is very low-key." Ming Xin touched the corner of his mouth, thinking: Your Excellency is not at that level yet, so you are not qualified to associate with the Zhuo family. "The children of the Zhuo family immigrated early in the morning, and they did not show up easily." "Zhuo Shiguang has two sons and two daughters?" "Seems." "Where are you now?" "Centipedes, though dead but not stiff, I guess they're fine." Ming Xin felt a little relieved. Then, the two yawned each, "Go, beat your brother and husband." "Hey, my waistline is getting thicker every day, and I'm going to move around." Ming Xin quickly stepped aside. When she walked out of the garden, she couldn't believe her eyes even more. The grass that was originally green and pruned like an altar now looked like a shaggy ghost, and there was a pile of dysentery. Ming Xin's hands trembled, he couldn't bear to watch it any longer. The lotus pond had been drained long ago, and a row of crabapples had been uprooted and stolen, leaving only mud holes. Ming Xin gradually became angry, clenched his fists, people, where did people go!Why not take good care of your home. Finally she let out a long sigh, crossed the living room, and prepared to leave. Suddenly, I saw a stack of silver photo frames stacked in a pair of bamboo baskets. There are no photos in the frame, but Ming Xin recognizes them. They are the photo frame that the second miss Yuan Xin has kept on the window sill. She picked them up gently. There was a voice behind, "Do you want to reserve it?" It's Lin Xuqi. Ming Xin nodded quickly. "Come here and fill out the form, make a bid, and if no one outbids your bid, we'll send it to you." Ming Xin filled out the form and put the silver photo frame back to its original place. Suddenly, she found that the photo was still in the frame, but it was placed upside down. She was very shocked, and hurriedly disassembled the photo frame and opened it to have a look. oops!Ming Xin couldn't bear it anymore, tears fell down, but it wasn't Zhuo Yuanxin. As a young girl with flying hair, she sat on the deck of a white yacht with a smile as bright as the sun, and her second brother Yuan Sheng was holding Yuan Xin's shoulders. This was the most prosperous moment for their family, Ming Xin quickly put the photos upside down, no, she couldn't let them fall into the hands of others, she must vote for this batch of silver photo frames. She staggered to the parking lot, got into the car and sped away. Back home, Ming Xin collapsed on the big sofa, his mind was blank at first. She closed her eyes tightly, and after a while, memories suddenly came one after another, all at once, in a chaotic state. "Who are you, Xia Mingxin?" It was Yuan Sheng who asked, "How come you have such a touching name?" "Ming Xin, please come and help me zip up my skirt." It was Yuan Xin's sweet voice. Also, "Miss Xia, apart from teaching Mandarin, I don't care about you." If you are so impolite, of course it is the young lady Yuan Hua. Well, another person said to her like this: "Ming Xin, do you see clearly, now, you know what kind of person I am." Ming Xin covered his face tightly with his hands and moaned. Then, scene after scene, the old things that she thought had been buried with her own hands gradually emerged in an orderly manner. During the summer vacation five years ago, Xia Mingxin called Miss Zhang, the housekeeper of the hometown. "I'm here to apply for the position of Mandarin teacher." "That young lady's voice is proud and old, not like a young lady at all. "What we want is not an ordinary tutor." Ming Xin immediately said, "I have a degree in linguistics from the University of British Columbia, specializing in Chinese dialects, and I am qualified to teach." Ms. Zhang was surprised, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, then, please come to the hometown of No. 1 Tranquility Road at ten o'clock tomorrow morning for an interview." Ms. Zhang was very straightforward, and immediately hung up the phone after speaking, as if she was extremely busy, and there were many important things waiting for her to do. Ming Xin quickly found out the map and checked the location of Tranquility Road. Wow, so far away. Ming Xin couldn't help hesitating. How much can I get paid for teaching Mandarin?The round-trip traffic is troublesome, and it takes three to two hours to go back and forth. How do you calculate it? It's better to push it away, besides, it's raining heavily again, and it won't clear up tomorrow morning. After making many excuses for being lazy, she was finally no match for curiosity, so she got up early the next morning and went out. Sure enough, the sky was endless. She took a two-wheeled road car and had to walk for a while. On the way, the sun came out of the clouds, and the atmosphere was completely different. Only then did I realize that Tranquility Road is a private road, and at the end of the whole road there is only a big dove gray house. Ming Xin was attracted by its luxurious but not vulgar aura. She didn't know that there was such a prominent house in this city, she was too ignorant, and she claimed to be a native, there was nothing in the city to hide from her. The door seal has not been found yet, and someone has already opened the door. A maid about sixty years old looked at her and smiled. Ming Xin asked: "Ms. Zhang?" "No, I'm Mama Lu. I'm in charge of the garden. Miss Zhang will come right away." She walked into the reception room heartily. The hall is clean and bright, showing good taste everywhere, without showing off the furnishings, just pleasing to the eye and comfortable, like an insert in an architectural digest. The blue sea outside the long window seems to have jumped into the room, and there is an ivy like the beanstalk of York in fairy tales, climbing all the way along the wall to the ceiling. Ming Xin was amazed, when suddenly he heard a cough. She turned her head away, ah, this must be Ms. Zhang. Aged, wearing a dark gray suit, she really looks like a deputy housekeeper, with a shrewd look, looking at her carefully. "Miss Xia, please show your proof documents." Ming Xin smiled, "I also have a few questions to ask." The host and guest have equal rights. Ms. Zhang checked Ming Xin's diploma and was very satisfied, humming repeatedly. "Miss Xia, please speak some Mandarin." Ming Xin replied: "No problem, I will answer in Mandarin from now on?" "Do you know simple strokes?" "yes." "What's your opinion on the dispute between traditional Chinese characters and simplified Chinese characters?" "Eradicate illiteracy, everyone can read, and then learn oracle bone inscriptions." "Sophisticated, you teach in Latin alphabet?" "yes." "How long does it take a student to learn to read, write and speak?" "Half a year is enough for ordinary conversation and reading newspaper headlines. If you want to do it well, it will take a lifetime." Ms. Zhang's eyes were piercing, "Miss Xia, you are young and old, and you speak with a lot of texture. I decided to hire you." "Ah," Ming Xin smiled, "I don't know what kind of students I want to teach." For no reason, Ms. Zhang sighed suddenly, "It's three brothers and sisters." "Oh, what age?" Ming Xin answered truthfully, "Twenty-two." "Two of your students are older than you." Ming Xin was very surprised, "If you are an adult, you are interested, and it is easier to learn, you will get twice the result with half the effort." Ms. Zhang smiled, "My boss ordered that transportation is inconvenient. Ms. Xia can stay here overnight, and we will provide meals." "How many hours a day do you teach?" "One hour each in the morning and one hour in the afternoon, wait until your students have no excuse not to attend classes, and the salary is similar to that of diploma teachers outside, and then adjust it after six months, what do you think?" Ming Xin replied: "To be honest, I have already applied for a government teaching position, and I may have to resign in half a year." The housekeeper was very straightforward, "Let's talk about it then, I'll show you the room." Ming Xin followed her to the second floor, which was the last bedroom in the corridor. When the door opened, Ming Xin froze. Such a delicate room is really rare. If the interior decoration can also wear ancient clothes, it is it. The furniture, mattresses and curtains are all in Victorian style. There is a large bottle of dark pink camellias on the small coffee table. Dropped on the wooden floor, Ming Xin leaned over to pick it up, and when his fingertips touched the ground, he realized that the flower was a picture book, hey, his eyes were fooled. The housekeeper said: "This is Yuan Xin's creation, every plant and tree is designed by her." Ming Xin turned around and asked, "Yuan Xin is also my student?" "Yes, she is the Second Miss." Ming Xin asked again: "Where is my classroom?" The housekeeper murmured, "Well, if it's not the library, otherwise, it's the library, you choose it yourself." Seeing the library, Ming Xin said excitedly, "It's good here." Outside the big window is the blue sky and the emerald green sea. There is no barrier at all. There are many deep purple bergamot-like flower buds on a large magnolia tree. She smiled and said to the housekeeper: "In this library, a writer can write masterpieces handed down from generation to generation." Ms. Zhang snorted and laughed, her facial features had been stretched all the time, so she had wrinkles that could laugh, "After all, she is still young, speaking of such childish words, there are plenty of beautiful study rooms in the world, isn't it possible that there is a great writer sitting in each of them? How fair God is, there are many bright girls in the shabby room, and heroes come out of hardship." After hearing this, Ming Xin suddenly respected the housekeeper very much. "When did you move in?" "Early tomorrow morning." "I sent the driver to pick you up." "That would be best." Butler Zhang suddenly asked her: "How is your family?" "ordinary." "Fortunately no burden." "Yes, I will do as I please." "That's a blessing." Ming Xin asked curiously, "Where are my three students?" The butler smiled and replied, "Two are not at home, and one is not up." "Will they show up for class tomorrow?" A little worried. "It's not your fault that you didn't show up." Ming Xin asked, "Why are you interested in learning Mandarin?" The butler asked in surprise, "What about you, why did you learn Mandarin so well?" Ming Xin replied: "The trend of the times, regardless of Hong Kong, Singapore, or Taiwan, must be Mandarin. There is also the mainland market. Of course, it is better to talk about business in person." "That hits the nail on the head." Ming Xin was sent back to the university dormitory by Zhuo's driver. Why?Her parents have passed away and she doesn't want to move to live with her brother. The sister-in-law is cold and the nephew is naughty. The most unbearable thing is not that she has to take tuition for Yu Luer, but the sister-in-law said coldly, "My brother is in the toilet, you go and help him with the aftermath." "Unfortunately, I made a mistake and stayed here, and my status is lower than that of a woman. Can't go anyway. All I had was a small leather bag, three sets of clothes, and a dozen books. She is a commoner in the ancient population. If she gets a good reputation in the future, she will immediately be worth a hundred times and feel proud. Later, she went to the dormitory supervisor's office to complete the formalities to move out. The dormitory supervisor was quite concerned, "Have you found a job?" Ming Xin nodded. "Is it good or bad?" "It's fine." "Wishing you the best of luck." Mingxin thanked him. She still slept well that night, Ming Xin was not an emotional person, not numb, and didn't want to embarrass herself, the environment told her that many things must be patient, deal with them calmly, wait and see, impulsiveness is useless. Mingxin woke up early the next morning and washed up as usual. Zhuo's driver was already waiting downstairs, and she said goodbye to Xiao Shi. Suddenly fell in love with the shabby room I lived in for three years. The public bathroom is at the bottom of the corridor. It is a test to go to the bathroom in the dark in the middle of the night. There is no kitchen, and there is no hot water for making a cup of coffee... But the students generally survived, and it's not that they are unhappy, they study together and go on frequent dates, but they have a home, Xia Mingxin doesn't, the small room is Mingxin's home, she has everything here. In the future, the whole room will be piled up with things outside of him, and Mingxin can't help wondering, it's unbelievable that he can survive those days at first. The driver was very polite and called her Miss Xia. Stepping into her hometown again, she was a little worried. She once boasted that the students would be able to read, write and speak within half a year. Housekeeper Zhang said: "Morning Miss Xia, I have already informed them that the class will start at eleven o'clock in the morning, and there will be another class at three o'clock in the afternoon." "What about the rest of the time?" "You are completely free." The workload is so easy, I don't know how lucky I am. She waited in the library, thinking that three students would appear at ten o'clock. I also prepared the opening remarks early in the morning: "I will teach you to speak Mandarin", "In the future, Cantonese and Hokkien may not be as important as Mandarin"... At half past ten, there was still no one around, and Ming Xin began to feel that the salary was not easy to earn. Take the initiative in everything, she put down her pen and went to find her students. After passing the kitchen, I can't help but look around and see all the stainless steel equipment, which looks like a commercial kitchen, and I can't help but appreciate it. "Miss Xia, if you need anything, I will help you." Ming Xin raised his head, seeing the amiable Mama Lu, he hurriedly said: "I dare not do it, I will do it myself." "Ice water here also has soda and ice cream." Treat her like a child. Ming Xin poured a cup of tea and sat down, watching Lu Ma arranging flowers, but felt the aroma was very refreshing. " After a while she asked, "Mama Lu, where are the three brothers and sisters?" Mama Lu laughed, "The eldest lady is by the swimming pool, the second lady is still sleeping, and the second young master hasn't come back yet." Ming Xin gasped. We are looking for a Putonghua teacher. It turns out that if you have money, you can insult people. No wonder so many people are afraid of being poor and want to use all their magic to climb up and become rich. At this moment Lu Ma put down the bowl-sized peony in her hand and said softly, "Miss Xia, I have something to ask." Ming Xin bowed his body, "Please tell me." "Miss Xia," Mama Lu hesitated, "You are a scholar, and you understand things better than us." Ming Xin smiled, "Not necessarily." "You're still young, you probably haven't heard of the 1967 riots." Mama Lu asked again, "Are you here to teach Mandarin?" Ming Xin knew that there must be a follow-up, so he said yes. "It's strange that some people are eager to learn Mandarin today. I'm from Jiangbei and I've always been able to speak Mandarin, but when I came to Hong Kong in the 1950s, I was too busy learning Cantonese. I couldn't speak it well and was discriminated against." Ming Xin stared at the old man. "At that time, English was in charge. I Xiang Laolu didn't know English well, so I had to do rough work." Ming Xin said softly: "The times are different, people have to go with the trend." Lu's mother was puzzled, "How did it become like this?" Ming felt sympathetic, it was normal for him to be unable to adapt when he was old. So he persuaded: "You plant the flowers in this paradise, don't care about the current situation." Mama Lu lowered her head, "I have a son who happened to be eighteen years old during the 1967 riots." Ming was shocked. "One Martial Law Eve, he followed his friends to shout slogans, went out and didn't come back." Ming Xin opened his mouth wide. Lu Ma's voice was very calm, but it was infinitely weakened. "According to eyewitnesses, the baton kept hitting him on the head until he fell to the ground, and he was still shouting in Mandarin." Ming Xin was stunned, he really didn't expect to hear such a terrible story in this place where the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. Lu's mother suddenly picked up peonies again, and put them densely in a big crystal bottle, "I really don't understand, why would anyone want to learn Mandarin, I haven't spoken it in thirty years." Mingxin is the only one. "My child was in a coma for ten days and ten nights in the hospital, and he couldn't be rescued. Soon, Lao Lu and I managed to emigrate." Ming Xin could only say: "That was a very good decision." Mama Lu held up the crystal bottle, "Miss Xia, I feel much more comfortable after talking to you." "You're welcome." "A scholar is a scholar after all, he understands the truth and is humble." Ming Xin waited for her back to disappear, let out a breath, hey, it's already eleven o'clock, and she still has to find her students. It's really annoying, why do you want Raff. She stepped out of the garden and came to the outdoor swimming pool. Yes, the eldest lady is sitting on a rattan chair in the distance. Ming Xin approached slowly. The young lady's clothes are not surprising. In broad daylight, she wears a tights that look like silver fish scales, like a mermaid jumping out of the sea to bask in the sun. Then, Ming Xin understood. This is an evening dress at all. The eldest lady went out for an appointment last night, stayed up all night, and didn't have time to change. Mingxin is angry. When it comes to learning Mandarin, the first thing this young lady needs to learn is the principles of being a human being. As she approached, she noticed someone, squinted her eyes, and looked at Xia Mingxin. "Who are you?" a lazy voice. The young lady has the appearance of a middle-aged man, with fair skin, and looks a little delicate. "I'm a Mandarin teacher." She was thoughtful, "Well, yes, you really came." "When are you available for class?" "I won't come to class, I'm not free." The tone was arrogant. Ming Xin was not discouraged, and persuaded, "What's wrong with learning one more martial art." As soon as he uttered it, he knew that he had said something wrong, and sure enough, only heard the eldest lady sneer, "You made a mistake, I am Zhuo Yuanhua, you are a tutor, you need to be skilled." She seemed to disdain to say more, stood up, and walked away on her own. Ming Xin froze on the spot, his blood was flushed. After a while, she went back to the house and went to look for Miss Er. No, it was too important for her not to give up this job, not for them, but for her own job. Ask mediocre people, it turns out that the second young lady's bedroom is next to hers, she knocks on the door desperately and enters. A girl turned her head when she heard the sound. She was wearing snow-white lace underwear, she had just showered, her hair was still wet, her face was clear and beautiful, and she wore a pair of big clothes, like a beautiful girl in a fashion magazine. Ming Xin said softly: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were changing clothes." The other party was very generous, "It doesn't matter, who are you?" "Xia Mingxin." "Oh yes, you are a Mandarin teacher, am I late?" Mingxin can't laugh or cry. The girl said: "I am Zhuo Yuanxin. According to my father, if I can talk to him in Mandarin, he will reward me with a good car. Hey, it's all up to you. Hey, you are so young, do you have to teach me?" ?" Ming Xin hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, if you are willing to learn, I will definitely teach you, come to class immediately." Yuan Xin put on a T-shirt and jeans, "Are you hungry? Let's eat first." I was so full of gas that I didn't even think about eating. Being reminded by Yuan Xin, his stomach growled. Yuan Xin pulled her up with one hand, "Let's go." The girl wears a lemon-scented perfume, which smells very nice. So cute, Mingxin rest assured that at least one student will be caught. When we arrived at the kitchen, our own girls brought out the meals. Mingxin saw that it was an exquisite three dishes and one soup. She hadn't eaten standard Cantonese food for some time, and she had a very good appetite, so she frequently ordered chopsticks. Seeing the guests admiring her cooking skills, Nuyong smiled and greeted her attentively. Zhuo Yuanxin flicked her chopsticks a couple of times and found a sandwich with corned beef. She spoke American English and frowned and said, "Chinese food is not good." Ming Xin ignored her and ate three bowls of rice without knowing how to make it so delicious. Wow, eating like this will make you fat. After the meal, there is also fruit treat, Ming Xin rarely enjoys it like this, he only feels the gas rising from the meal, and wants to take a nap, and hastily used his willpower to overcome the sleepiness, "Yuan Xin, let's go to class." Yuan Xin said, "Okay." Ming Xin dragged her to the library. The girl was brilliantly bright, but, like all bright people, lacked concentration. After twenty minutes, she was fidgeting, talking about him, and laughing non-stop. A moment later the phone call came, and she jumped up and ran out to listen. Ming Xin knew that she would not come back for a while. In the library there was a couch for the imperial concubine, Ming Xin walked over to it, lay on it, folded his hands on his chest, and originally only planned to rest. After a while, she was tired and fell asleep. This kind of concubine couch, in France at the end of the last century, was exclusively for socialites to lie down and greet their benefactors. The men sat on the other side, so that they could whisper softly. Women from good families couldn’t see it. They ironically called this kind of women THE HORIZONTAL, jade. The body is horizontal, that is, life is worry-free. Thinking of this, Ming Xin smiled. She tried to wake up, but couldn't do it, her limbs wouldn't work. After an unknown amount of time, she heard light footsteps approaching, as if someone was looking down on her. Yuan Xin must have returned after listening to the call. Mingxin told himself: Wake up quickly.