Black lotus, she doesn't want to whitewash

Chapter 177 Someone Still Writes Love Poems on Chinese Books

"Go away!" Tang Nuannuan hated Tang Liyue very much. She used to think that her parents treated Tang Liyue badly, but now she thinks that Tang Liyue is much luckier than herself. Those who don't want to marry don't have to marry, but what about herself?

She just wants to get along well with Jian Yang, isn't that the purpose of her rebirth?Why at this time, she is not allowed to pursue her own happiness.

My previous mother didn’t have cancer, nothing happened, but later she died in an accidental car accident. The time of the car accident was a long time later. She still thought that she must change the fate of her parents in the previous life. Why did she get sick in this life?

"Old Tang, go buy a bus ticket, we have to leave today." Zhong Cuiyun clenched Tang Shouyi's hand tightly, with ruthlessness in his eyes.

Tang Shouyi sighed, glanced at Liyue before nodding, "I'm going to buy tickets now."

He walked to the door and glanced at Tang Nuannuan, "Take good care of your mother, if something happens to her because of you, I wonder if you will feel guilty for the rest of your life!"

Tang Nuannuan was taken aback, Tang Shouyi opened the door and left, but Tang Nuannuan didn't run out again.

Liyue put the hospitalization list on the table.

Seeing Tang Liyue's face, Zhong Cuiyun became more afraid of something, "Tang Liyue, pack up my things, let's go home."

Liyue packed her things silently and took away everything Zhong Cuiyun brought.

Tang Nuannuan stood for a while, and then came to pack her things.

Zhong Cuiyun also got up and changed clothes, and the three packed up and left the hospital.

After returning home, Tang Shouyi also came back, holding three tickets, "I'll go with you."

Zhong Cuiyun did not object this time, her health was not good, if Tang Nuannuan was out of control, she could only let Old Tang watch her.

Liyue took this opportunity to enter her room.

Because she hasn't come back for a long time, this place has become a utility room. Her bed is full of Tang Nuannuan's medical books, and there are many books left by her for so many years in school, and Liyue's things are all thrown in the corner. , she didn't have a few clothes, and now she just threw them on the ground and couldn't wear them anymore.

She flipped through the books in her primary school, and found that the first to fifth grades were neatly placed on the floor.

She picked it up and looked at it casually. She turned to the last page of the language document and found a few lines of writing.

Tang Liyue, I want to be your friend.

——Song Qizheng.

"???"

There are big question marks in Liyue's mind, why is the name Song Qizheng so familiar?
"...Isn't this the squad leader Xueba?" Liyue was a little helpless, why do these people always like to leave messages behind the Chinese documents.

To her surprise, she turned to fifth grade and there was a sequel.

Tang Liyue, I listen to you, I will study hard!

——Song Qizheng.

So in fact, Tang Liyue didn't see these at all? ?
Didn't Huo Beiqing know the love poem that Lou Shuwan wrote to Huo Beiqing?
Liyue closed the book. Back then, she couldn't concentrate on reading the book, and it was even more impossible for her to turn the last page of this language document.

So Song Qizheng was just a passer-by in Tang Liyue's life, and Tang Liyue didn't remember him at all.

He said study hard...and he did.

Liyue closed the book, and he personally fulfilled the oath written by an elementary school student. This kind of spirit is quite admirable.

But it doesn't mean that she has to have a good relationship with Song Qizheng. Since this is the case, let's continue not to know each other.

Liyue took a look at her room, and there was nothing worth nostalgia for, there was no place for her in this home.

Tang Nuannuan lives in the room with the best lighting, which has a big wardrobe and big bed, while she lives in a cubicle under the stairs, which is humid all the year round, with only a table, a stool and a bed, nothing else s things.

(End of this chapter)