A sudden strong wind blew up, and the oil-stained plastic curtain hanging on the shop door swayed like crazy, making a harsh sound. Lu Ming turned around and saw dead branches and leaves passing under the street lamp, which made him feel nervous.

: "When did I memorize this poem?"

Tao Xinyi looked at him in confusion: "It's okay, just forget it if you can't remember it. Maybe it was when you were a child. It's normal for you to forget after a long time."

"There is a possibility. Maybe I carried it in a dream."

Lu Ming whispered, but couldn't think of anything. He didn't know why he said this, as if he was repeating the whisper of the wind.

Reciting a poem in a dream? Tao Xinyi didn't think much about it. She thought Lu Ming was joking and told him about the writing background of the poem, thoughts and emotions.

Lu Ming listened thoughtfully, always feeling that he had forgotten something and was distracted.

Seeing that he was distracted, Tao Xinyi frowned slightly and said softly: "Did you listen to me? What did I just say? Repeat it."

"Probably, this poem expresses farewell and appreciation for Deputy Ambassador Liu." Lu Ming frowned, trying to recall yesterday's dream, recalling the long green leaves of the wicker, and said: "It's a very strange feeling, I feel very

I'm glad, I don't know why."

Hearing what he said was pretty much right, Tao Xinyi's expression softened and she said softly: "Forget it if you can't figure it out. I also have a lot of things that I can't figure out. I don't understand why my family is like this. I won't think about it for now. Now, you have to concentrate on being with me.

Eat midnight snack!"

The waiter brought up two plates of luxurious rice rolls, and the faint aroma of rice interrupted their thoughts.

Tao Xinyi gave half of her plate of rice rolls to Lu Ming and said with a guilty conscience: "I don't want to gain weight, I don't want to waste, and I don't want to exercise. You eat more."

Lu Ming smiled and said: "When the winter vacation comes, I will take you out to exercise."

"Hmm!"

Because she didn't want to go home, Tao Xinyi ate very slowly, eating in small bites, holding her head up and looking at Lu Ming thoughtfully from time to time. Lu Ming matched her speed and ate slower.

As the rice rolls became less and less, Tao Xinyi became more and more depressed and said softly:

"Do you think this is a waste of time? Tomorrow is the final exam, and you still accompany me to eat. It would be better if I were stronger, so that I wouldn't be sad. You don't need to waste time to comfort me."

Lu Ming slowed down his tone and said:

"I never think like this. If you are not happy, I am not happy. Only wasted time is time, and other time is for living."

Tao Xinyi smiled with relief, pulled his hand over, opened her schoolbag and took out a black pen, drew a stick figure with a high ponytail on the palm of his hand, and said: "This stick figure is me."

Then, she handed the pen to Lu Ming, spread out her hand, and said: "You can also draw you. This way you can always be with me. It's just a clone, you know?"

"Okay."

Lu Ming took the pen and carefully drew a stick figure on her pink palm, without feeling childish at all.

Time never stops for good things, so they both caught the last bus back home. After getting off the bus, Lu Ming walked home quickly. But Tao Xinyi stopped when she reached the door of the house, looking at the light on the second floor, holding her hand

Key sat on the steps in a daze.

There were few stars in the night sky. She used the dim light to look at the stick figure in her palm. It was drawn by Lu Ming.

Mother seems to have forgotten me?

I didn't come home so late, and my mother didn't call me. Maybe she forgot about me.

On the other side of the city, Meng Ruohua was sitting in the living room with a solemn expression, watching the passing time, waiting for the sound of the door opening.

With a "click", the door opened, and the alluring aroma of chicken soup and wintersweet blended together. The lamp in the living room emitted a soft light, and the warm brightness made Lu Ming feel very warm.

In a blink of an eye, he met Meng Ruohua's sharp and tender eyes, and his stomach full of rice rolls said:

"Mom, are you drinking chicken soup again? I've been drinking it for more than ten days and I've overdone it."

"You're overdoing it. I see you've lost weight. Look how thin you are now. Eat more, otherwise you won't have the energy to study. I see many parents buying nutritional supplements for their children, saying they can nourish the brain. You Liu

My aunt just bought two boxes, so I’ll wait and see. If his son improves, I’ll buy two boxes too.”

As Meng Ruohua rambled on, she went into the kitchen and served a bowl of chicken soup to her son, saying, "Drink it."

The soup was brought to his hand, and he just had to feed it into his mouth. Lu Ming smiled bitterly and felt stuffy after one mouthful. In fact, the chicken soup is actually full of amino acids, and the real nutrition is meat.

Before his rebirth, Lu Ming went home for the Chinese New Year, and his mother cooked him chicken soup and let him drink several bowls of it.

He told his mother: "Actually, the nutrition of chicken is in the meat, not in the soup."

Mr. Meng Ruohua said angrily: "Don't listen to the experts. Our ancestors have always said that soup is good. The essence of meat is in the soup. After stewing for several hours, the meat has no nutrition."

Lu Ming saw that he couldn't argue, so he just drank the soup and watched his mother eat the meat. After all, her mother had white hair on her head, so it was good to eat meat.

Meng Ruohua ate the meat and felt relieved when she saw her son drank the soup. My son worked hard at work, so he came home during the Chinese New Year, so he could only stew soup to replenish him. Although chicken has no nutrition, it cannot be wasted. I ate it just right.

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Lu Ming felt the freshness in his mouth, thinking of the past, with a variety of emotions.

Seeing his son in a daze, Meng Ruohua said proudly: "Don't say you're tired of drinking it. How can you get tired of drinking old hen soup? It's so rare."

As she spoke, she pointed to a few branches of wintersweet in a vase in the living room and said:

"After get off work, I bought two branches of wintersweet at the station and smelled the fragrance. I know there is a saying, 'The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.' You can remember it, maybe it can be used in writing. .I see you study seriously every day, so I also take a look at it."

Lu Ming's nose felt sore, he nodded and said yes, walked over and gave his mother a squeeze on his back, saying:

"Mom, go to bed early. You don't have to worry about my grades. I know what I'm doing."

While Meng Ruohua said yes, she dragged him to talk to him for a while before going into the room to sleep. She saw Lu Guofu lying on the bed snoring comfortably. She wanted to kick him awake. But his son didn't come back, and he could still sleep. Alas,

Forget it, he's tired from driving, so just sleep.

By the time Lu Ming sat down at the desk, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening.

He was a little worried about Xin Yi, so he sent her a message on QQ - are you there? After more than ten minutes, he didn't see her reply. In the past, she always replied in seconds.

In fact, it's okay if there is no news for a while, but Lu Ming's eyelids kept twitching and he couldn't settle down.

Although I had a late-night snack with Xinyi today, I could only comfort her for a while, treating the symptoms but not the root cause. Will she still be sad when she goes home in the evening? Now that she hasn't replied to the message, is she sad?

After another five minutes, Lu Ming took out his mobile phone and dialed Tao Xinyi's number.
Chapter completed!