Yan Mu hid his thoughts and woke up very early the next day.
After the rain, the sun cleared, and several small puddles formed in the yard.
The air was exceptionally clear, Yan Mu took a deep breath, and just as he felt his mood calmed down, he saw Yu Yuan standing by the low wall, staring at the hole she poked out in the wall.
"..." Yan Mu's body froze.
She turned around silently, and was about to slip away quietly, but Yu Yuan heard the movement at this moment, and turned around slowly.
Their eyes met, Yan Mu was so embarrassed that he wanted to bury his head in the puddle.
"...I'm going back." Yu Yuan didn't mention the cave, but just said lightly.
"Are you going back to Zhang Orion's house?" Upon hearing this, Yan Mu raised his head worriedly.
Yu Yuan didn't speak.
Yan Mu asked tentatively: "Is it because... your mother's relic?"
"There are other reasons." I don't know what to think of, Yu Yuan's eyes flashed with a sharp edge.
That sharp look disappeared too quickly, if Yan Mu hadn't been watching Yu Yuan all the time, he might have missed it.
She suddenly remembered that Zhang Goudan rolled down the mountain.
Yan Mu opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a while.
Yu Yuan glanced at Yan Mu, and said after a long silence, "I'm going back."
After that, he turned and walked outside.
Seeing Yu Yuan's figure disappear outside the door, Yan Mu woke up.
"Yu Yuan! Wait a minute." She had trouble walking, so she thought she would not be able to catch up with Yu Yuan.
Unexpectedly, Yu Yuan deliberately slowed down and waited for her at the corner.
Yu Yuan looked at her silently.
His eyes were beautiful, his eyelashes were as long as butterfly wings, and his dark pupils were like the sky at midnight.
Yan Mu smiled at Yu Yuan, and stuffed something in Yu Yuan's hand.
The thing was wrapped in oiled paper a bit rough, and it looked like it was wrapped in a hurry.
"This is for you." Yan Mu said with some embarrassment.
I hope that with this bag of things, Yu Yuan can forget about her night raids and voyeurism.
Thinking of what happened last night, Yan Mu tapped his toes in embarrassment.
Yu Yuan lowered his head to check, and was about to speak, but saw the girl holding a bamboo pole and returning to the courtyard as if fleeing.
"..." Those unspoken words were just stuck in his chest.
Yu Yuan lowered his eyes, found a hidden place to stand still, and slowly opened the greased paper bag.
After seeing the contents of the package, his expression froze slightly.
In the brown oil paper, there are two golden yellow rice dumplings and a fat white egg.
The palms tightened slightly.
Yu Yuan raised his head, his eyes fixed on the direction of Yan Mu's house through the walls of the courtyard and the lush trees.
Xia Chan was screaming endlessly, the sun rose quietly, and the thin clouds gradually dissipated.
The refreshing wind in the morning mixed with the sunshine, bringing a little bit of scorching heat.
The figure of a girl running away couldn't help appearing in his mind, and the corners of Yu Yuan's mouth twitched slightly.
He sat on the ground, picked up the yellow rice dumpling, and took small bites as if he was savoring some delicious food.
It wasn't until he put the last crumbs on the oil paper into his mouth that he stood up, patted his clothes, and walked slowly towards Zhang Orion's house.
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When Yan Mu returned home, Father Yan had already gotten up to clean up.
"Girl, have you eaten yet?" Zhang Orion took out a stack of papers and a thin book from the top of the cabinet.
"Yeah." Yan Mu nodded.
In fact, she didn't eat breakfast, she gave Yu Yuan her share.
But there is no need to tell Father Yan about such things, so even though his stomach growled with hunger, Yan Mu still complied.
She looked at the thin book, trying to divert her attention: "Father, what is this?"
"You haven't gone to private school for a few days, and you forgot all your textbooks?" Father Yan joked with a smile.
... private school
It seems that there is such a thing.
Father Yan loves his daughter very much, and the original owner is the only female doll in the village who can go to school.
It's a pity that the original owner's health is not good, and he asks for leave every now and then.
But even so, Yan's father still insisted on letting Yan Mu go to school.
When she wrote the setting, she only briefly mentioned Father Yan, so she could only look for the reason why Father Yan was so persistent based on the memory of the original owner.
After thinking about it for a long time, she only vaguely remembered that it seemed to be related to the original owner's mother.
Well, it's another person she hasn't written about. It seems to be a bug that the world automatically corrects.
Yan Mu sighed.
Although the private school's teachers run the school only to alleviate loneliness, they still have to charge for books.
Books in this era are expensive, and no matter how cheap the tuition is, it is not something villagers can easily afford.
Because of Yan Mu's going to school, the village often pointed behind his back and talked about Yan's father wasting money.
"I haven't forgotten." Yan Mu came back to her senses, she tried her best to retrieve the vague memory of the original owner, and asked doubtfully, "Didn't Mister go out to visit relatives and take a long time to come back?"
"Mr.'s letter arrived yesterday. Dad was busy with stewed rabbits, so he forgot to tell you about it." Father Yan said with a embarrassed smile.
He kept his hands on, tidying up Yan Mu's things for class, and then took out a small pink schoolbag.
"Mr. said in his letter that he would come back tomorrow, so you should at least review your homework today."
As Father Yan spoke, he walked to the yard and hung his schoolbag on the clothesline to dry.
"But Dad, my legs aren't healed yet." Yan Mu acted coquettishly, trying to get away with it.
I also knew that Zhang Orion would not let Yu Yuan study. Since Yu Yuan is not in the private school, it is meaningless for her to go there.
Her top priority now is to kiss Yu Yuan and continue her life, and she didn't come to this era to be the No. 1 female scholar.
But contrary to Yan Mu's expectations, Father Yan was extremely persistent in this matter, no matter how much she acted like a baby, she would not let go.
He even ordered Yan Mu to finish his homework today.
Yan Mu picked up the book with a sad face, and felt dizzy when he saw the traditional Chinese characters arranged vertically on it.
When she wrote the settings, she didn't specify the common font of this world, and as a result, the world was automatically set to traditional characters.
Fortunately, she had roughly set up the teaching materials at that time, and the teaching materials were still the Four Books and Five Classics.
The book in her hand is more basic, the "Three Character Classic".
After Yan's father cleaned up, he went out to do farm work. Yan Mu wanted to be lazy, but Yan's father said that he would check his homework when he came back.
Yan Mu shrank immediately when he heard this.
She sighed and obediently picked up the book.
In fact, Yan Mu memorized the "Three Character Classic" when she was in elementary school, and although she had almost forgotten it, she still stumbled across a lot of traditional Chinese characters after reading it side by side.
Outside the window, a few orioles stopped on the treetops, chirping.
The breeze blew, and the half-closed door in the yard creaked.
Yan Mu only read for a short while before feeling dizzy.
She didn't expect that after graduating with great difficulty in modern times, she would have to learn from scratch to wear a book by herself.
so hungry.
I really want to eat something woo woo woo.
Yan Mu lay on the table, feeling her stomach growling even more.
The wind seems to be getting stronger, blowing the windows crackling.
At first, Yan Mu thought someone was knocking on her window.
Yan Mu was afraid that the window would break, so he clutched his hungry stomach and got up to close the window.
"Huh?" Yan Mu saw sharply that there was an oiled paper package on the window sill.
The oiled paper bag was very delicate, neat, and tightly stitched.
Much better than Yan Mubao.
Yan Mu hesitated for a moment, picked up the oiled paper bag and opened it.
The oiled paper was wrapped layer by layer, and it can be seen that the person who wrapped it was very careful.
When Yan Mu saw the contents of the bag clearly, he immediately let out a "huh" in surprise.
—It was a fat white egg.
It was the one she wrapped for Yu Yuan.
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