The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 492: Go up the mountain

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"Class is about to start tomorrow, don't you still have to prepare?" Grandma Chen was so busy chasing after her, she said, "You go back to your room and read, I'll just cook the pot, you can use it wherever you go. Have you cooked?"

"It's okay. I've been reading a book these past few nights. I've already prepared it." Chen Qingxuan smiled at Grandma Chen, while looking back at Meiya, "Girl, please help Grandma over. I'll wait for a while." Just wait and eat the rice dumplings!"

"Okay!" Meiya agreed. She was so busy that she went over and helped Grandma Chen back. While she sat down on the chair, she started to squeeze Grandma Chen's shoulders, "Grandma, your eldest grandson Since you are so filial, you can just enjoy the blessings and see how anxious you are."

"Don't I feel sorry for you?" Grandma Chen has never been so happy. She stretched out her hand to hold Meiya's hand and said with emotion, "Girl, if I live like this every day, I will live to be eight years old." Ten!"

"Eighty is not enough?" Meiya put her arms around Grandma Chen's neck from behind, lying next to Grandma Chen's ear and said, "Grandma, you will live a long life."

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It's night.

After Meiya washed up, she went back to her room to rest. The room she lived in was the same room where Zhong Mingwei once lived. Of course, the bed she slept on was also slept on by Zhong Mingwei. As expected, Meiya had insomnia again. She was obviously very tired, but she just couldn't sleep. She stared at the crescent moon outside the window. After a while, she suddenly sat up from the bed.

She put on her coat, put on her shoes, walked to the door, and then stopped. She stood facing the wooden door for a long time, and finally pushed the door open, and groped her way to the kitchen. , picked up a large bowl of rice dumplings from the pot, and then quietly walked out of the door with the bowl of rice dumplings. As soon as she came into contact with the cold wind outside, she was so busy that she opened her coat and wrapped the bowl of rice dumplings in it. , and then trotted up the mountain road.

This is not the first time she went up the mountain in the dark. The last time was during the Lantern Festival, and it was also such a dark night. She was carrying the boss’s food box. She was so tired that she was sweating profusely, but she was happy in her heart. She always wanted to Walk faster, and walk faster, the Yuanxiao will not taste good when it is cold. It is the same this time, the same night, the same rugged mountain road, but Meiya stopped while running, she raised her head, He looked at the crescent moon above his head in confusion.

What is she doing?

Are you taking the initiative to show weakness, or are you going to humiliate yourself?

Meiya couldn't understand, and didn't want to think about it. She wrapped her coat tighter, and then walked up the mountain step by step against the wind.

At this moment, she really didn't want to think about anything. She only knew that today was the Dragon Boat Festival, and she made rice dumplings to send to Zhong Mingwei.

Zhong Mingwei hasn’t eaten the rice dumplings she made yet.

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Meiya breathed a long sigh of relief as she faced the ajar door. This door was newly made and a little asymmetrical with the original one. It was not easy to open the door, and Pang Yi didn't do anything. He doesn't care. Anyway, with him as an old man who has been fighting in the battlefield for more than ten years, he is not afraid of anything, so the door is always closed like this. All he has to do is reach in and gently push the door latch to one side. The door opened.

Meiya stood in front of the door, wiping the sweat from her face and straightening her messy forehead. Then she gently opened the door, then tiptoed into the courtyard and walked to the middle of the courtyard. When she did, she suddenly stopped again. She stared at the closed door for a while, then she looked away, and then she walked towards the window.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Meiya felt that with every step she took, her heart became more excited. She had been immersed in pain and struggle these past few days, but when she returned to the yard and walked towards the broken window, At that moment, she suddenly realized what she wanted and cared about most, so even if she hated Zhong Mingwei, as long as she faced him, she would only be happy, a humble and helpless joy.

Meiya felt like she was crazy. While she was loathing herself, she couldn't control her feet at all. Not only her feet, but also her eyes, her mouth, and her heart that was almost bursting out of her chest. .

"Zhong Mingwei..." When Zhong Mingwei's name was finally called out against the hole in the window, Meiya felt that her heart had dropped to the ground, and she lay humbly on the ground, waiting for someone to pick her up. Get up or trample.