Song Ye's white moonlight stand-in, I'm not right

Chapter 40
Qi Yue was trembling with anger, how sick is this person, just because she and Song Yan have been in contact with her a few times today, she is so hostile to her?
Qi Yue frowned and looked at her, and said: "Why should I stay away from him, you don't feel comfortable looking at him, don't look at it, let me stay away from him, it's impossible!"

Since she has no direct interest relationship with Xu Beiyin, Qi Yue can hate her as much as she wants, and doesn't care that she will trip her up in the future.

Xu Beiyin's sharp nails almost pierced his palms: "Qi Yue, don't try to get close to Song Yan, for someone like you, getting close to him will only make him sick."

"Then please make it clear, Ms. Xu, Mr. Song has been looking for me, not me! Tell Song Yan if you have the ability, and tell him not to come and stay away from me!"

Qi Yue hugged the doll and stared at her with an expression of "I'm not afraid of you".

Xu Beiyin snorted softly, as if laughing at her innocent cuteness: "Qi Yue, do you know how much influence I have, as long as I think, I can make you experience cyberbullying in minutes."

"Come on anyway, the WHO is afraid of the WHO, your fans already knew that you are such a person, it is not certain who will be bullied by the Internet."

Qi Yue put the cotton doll into the suitcase, and closed the suitcase with a few clicks: "Miss Xu, please be more careful and don't touch my things again."

Xu Beiyin was very angry with her, looking at a cowardly little girl, how could she be so aggressive, she didn't look like a good stubble.

Qi Yue hugged her phone and sat down on the autumn floor tied with hemp rope, shaking it up and down, and sent Yu Xi a WeChat message.

[Meet the white lotus again. 】

Yuxi came back quickly.

[What white lotus?From the program group? 】

[Xu Beiyin!do you know her? ...]

Qi Yue briefly told Yuxi what happened today, and finally said:

[I will be with Song Yan for the next two months, can you take me away? 】

[It's okay, just wait.Song Yan, very good. 】

Yu Xi replied with a sentence of unknown meaning and stopped talking.

Qi Yue sniffed, looked up at the sea view outside the window in a daze.

Is Song Yeon really alright?I'm afraid it's just what other people see.

For three years, she didn't know Song Yan very well, but compared to others, she should already be very good.

Qi Yue went downstairs and smelled the smell of corn wafting from all over the yard, couldn't hold back the greedy insects and followed the smell into the kitchen, and saw the old woman sitting in front of the stove burning firewood.

Qi Yue walked over and squatted next to the old woman, and said, "Grandma, the corn you cooked smells so good."

The old woman turned her head to look at her, with a kind smile on her face: "Corn, fragrant, for you to eat."

Qi Yue smiled sweetly: "Okay, then I'll wait here for you to cook it."

Qi Yue randomly picked up a piece of wood and stuffed it into the stove door, chatting with the old woman casually.

The old woman said that she came here as a child bride when she was five years old, and later married her younger brother here, and had several children, but the children did not live up to expectations, and each of them studied hard.

At that time, my family was poor, unable to eat enough and clothe myself warmly, and often went hungry. This may be the case. Several children were unwilling to go to school, and would rather work to fill their stomachs.

Later, the little grandson made a sound, went into business after studying, and the family gradually became rich, and built this villa, but the younger brother died of tuberculosis.

She said that she has been here all her life and will never leave. This is her brother's home and her home.

When the old lady talked about her husband, she kept smiling and called him younger brother. Even if he is over 80 years old, his younger brother is still his younger brother.

Qi Yue secretly wiped the water from her eyes, and said, "Grandma, you can live here forever, this is your home."

The old woman smiled, showing a few sparse teeth: "Where are you from, you are rare. Are you married? When my grandson comes back, I will introduce him to you."

Qi Yue lowered her head and pursed her lips with a smile: "Grandmother, please stop making fun of me."

"My grandson is excellent. He looks very good-looking. Now he is the boss of a big company. Before he called and said that he would come back to see me soon. I guess it will be soon."

"Grandma, the corn is almost ripe."

The firewood had burned out, and sporadic sparks rushed out of the stove door, and then disappeared into the air.

Qi Yue's squatting feet were a little numb, so she stood up and hammered her legs.

The old lady lifted the lid of the pot and took a look: "It should be ready to eat. Come, granddaughter, let me pick the biggest one for you."

Hearing the nickname, Qi Yue smiled and did not correct her.

The old man can call it whatever he wants, she wants to eat other people's corn, so what do you care about?
Qi Yue unceremoniously picked a piece of edible corn for herself, and just picked it up on the chopsticks and took a bite, when another person came in from outside.

"Qi Yue?" Mijia frowned slightly when she saw her.

Qi Yue turned around and glanced at the old woman behind her, put down the corn, and said, "Mijia, what's the matter with you?"

Obviously, another person who was attracted by the smell of corn.

"If you come to eat corn, you won't have my share?" Mijia said arrogantly.

Qi Yue took the initiative to step aside: "Of course you can eat too."

Mijia stepped forward and said to the old woman, "Grandma, do you all have a share of your corn?"

Qi Yue: "..."

The old lady looked at her, still nodded with a smile: "Whoever you want to eat, eat."

Mijia: "Then can I bring two more?"

After Mijia finished speaking, Qi Yue took a big mouthful of corn and chewed it hard a few times.

The old lady found a plate and got three corns for Mijia.

After Mijia left, Qi Yue sat on the stool in the kitchen, talking to her mother-in-law while chewing.

"That's right, we are a program group, filming a variety show."

"That handsome young man is a star, one of the guests this time, and he will stay on this island for a long time."

"Oh, yes, it's really handsome. It's all good."

"Me? I'm a behind-the-scenes worker, and I'm probably here to serve as a labor force."

"Haha, it's a worker. Unlike your grandson, who is his own boss."

"Hey, it depends on whether I have that blessing. Your grandson is so powerful, how can he fall in love with me?"

Qi Yue said that he had already gnawed two stalks of corn, and others had also eaten the delicacies carefully prepared by the homestay in the lobby.

"Go to the beach in the evening to catch the sea? Are you alone?" Qi Yue was a little worried when the old woman said that she went to the beach every evening after the tide went out to catch the sea and could harvest something every day.

The old lady shook her head: "I'm not alone, all the old men and women in the village will go."

"That's it. Mother-in-law, are you going today? Can I go with you?"

"Of course, the eldest granddaughter can go if she wants."

Qi Yue chuckled and helped her clean up the mess.

In the afternoon, Mijia brought the plate over, and there were still two gnawed corn cobs in it.

"Throw it there?"

Qi Yue curled her lips helplessly, and pointed to the trash can behind her: "Over there."

Mijia let out an "oh", took out the trash, and put the plate on the cooking table.

After Mijia left, Qi Yue took the initiative to help wash the dishes, and the mother-in-law sat at the kitchen door choosing dishes, and looked inside from time to time, seeming very happy.

Song Yan sat in the room, looked at a piece of corn on the table, and frowned slightly.

When Mijia brought it over, he said that he saw Qi Yue talking to the old woman in the kitchen and eating corn, and he was quite happy watching it.

Song Yan didn't know Qi Yue's social skills, but she didn't expect that she would take the initiative to find others.

Maybe just to eat a corn.

Someone downstairs is talking, the voice is low and I can't hear clearly.

Song Yan stood up and took a few steps towards the inner window, and looked at the yard downstairs, only to see Qi Yue and the old woman sitting in front of the door of the east side hut, one was weaving a futon mat with straw rope, the other Unpacking the bundled straw ropes.

Qi Yue was smiling when she spoke, looking very happy.

Song Yan vaguely heard something for the first time, something like a three-legged cat.

He couldn't control himself and turned around and went downstairs directly.

When Qi Yue caught sight of Song Yan out of the corner of his eye, the movement of his hands stopped for a moment.

"It's that handsome young man." Obviously, the old woman saw Song's performance.

"Brother Yan." Qi Yue raised her head to greet him, her attitude was neither warm nor cold.

Song Yan walked over, leaned lazily on the load-bearing column next to him, and asked, "Why do you want to weave this kind of mat?"

"I heard from my grandchildren that people in the interior like this kind of cushions, and this is an industry in the town." The old woman explained.

Anyway, in Qi Yue's opinion, Qi Yue likes the purely hand-woven futon mat.

Song Yan looked down at the half-formed cushion, frowned slightly, and couldn't quite understand—isn't this kind of cushion afraid of crumbling when sitting on it?
Qi Yue held the straw rope in his hand and kept moving: "Brother Yan, you go up first, there is nothing to do in the afternoon, everyone is resting."

(End of this chapter)