Reborn Movie Queen's Growth Story

Jung knew that Qinghuan was scolding him, but he didn't feel angry. On the contrary, he was surprised if Qinghuan didn't respond to his abruptness.

After all, in just three meetings, Qinghuan is absolutely different from the ordinary women he has met. She is like a flower from the dust, a humble nun in the church, a cloud hanging high in the sky. Every time he sees her, she is a new one.

Just like at this moment, she looked back and scolded him. She was also like the hot woman he had seen in the market a few days ago. She was the same hot in both expression and tone.

Jung looked at her and laughed.

Qinghuan scolded. He had already made a conscious slip of the tongue. When he saw Jung smile again, although he was not angry in his heart, he still didn't scold again. He just threw the Artemisia in his hand to him and turned to the deck to sit down.

Jung didn't ask either. He picked up Changhao and started boating like her. While supporting, he asked her in the stumbling Tianjin Dialect: "why haven't you been to new year's Eve?"

Qinghuan looked back at him in surprise. "So you can still speak Tianjin dialect? I thought you could only speak English."

"I've learned a few words, but I'm not very good." Jung smiled. "You haven't answered my question yet."

"What's better for a person?" Qinghuan said.

Jung reacted that no matter what country it is, women with a happy family life will never want to be prostitutes. They have a low status, and they don't know how much humiliation they have to suffer to earn a living.

Therefore, Qinghuan is no more than New Year's Eve. I think there must be no home.

After thinking about it, he said, "I can accompany you."

Qinghuan hissed, "don't bully me. I haven't read a book. You foreigners are just new year's Eve."

Jung was not annoyed. "I'm just new year's Eve, and so are you. Don't we just spend time together?"

Qinghuan glanced sideways at him and said with a smile, "it's a belly of crooked reasoning."

"Are you from country y?"

"No," Jung said, "from country D."

"Soldiers?"

"Air force."

Having got the answer he wanted, Qinghuan turned back and continued to look at the water scenery.

Qinghuan didn't speak, and Jung didn't know what to say. He just kept punting. After holding up a cup of tea, Qinghuan shouted, "stop at the steps."

Jung pulled the boat close, Qinghuan stood up, took out a small paper bag from the cabin, then slightly raised his skirt and jumped onto the steps.

She took two steps up and stopped again. It seemed that she remembered Jung behind her. She turned and asked him, "do you want to come together?"

Jung would certainly go together, not only to accompany her, but also to see what she wanted to do.

Qinghuan walked ahead, taking bigger and lighter steps than usual. It seemed that she was looking forward to where she was going.

Even if we walked around some twists and turns of the alley, the distance was not far. Soon, Qinghuan stood in front of a low small yard and knocked on the gate of the yard.

Jung stood behind Qinghuan and heard the laughter of children in the yard and the chopping of vegetables in the distant kitchen, accompanied by the sound of urging and the clatter of new firewood cracking in the fire.

Judging from the noise level of the sound, this must be a prosperous family.

But since Qinghuan came here, does she actually have a family? Is this her home?

The yard was too noisy. Qinghuan knocked again before someone answered the door.

"It's coming." people heard it before they heard it. With a click, the latch was opened, and the courtyard door opened, revealing a red and purple face.

She was wearing a dark blue cotton padded jacket and a patched gray black apron around her waist. When she opened the door, she subconsciously put one hand on the apron to wipe it.

But when she saw Qinghuan, her purple face immediately smiled, "it's the girl. Come in. It's windy outside."

After greeting Qinghuan, she turned her head and shouted to the children, "the girl is coming, the children come out!"

In an instant, Jung saw the children pouring out like fish, and then surrounded Qinghuan.

The children called her "girl" and she raised her hand and stroked her child by child.

For a time, Jung almost thought that she was back to the scene of spreading sugar in the street when she was a child. She smiled so warmly that she sprinkled sugar one by one, just like her child by child touch at this time.

At the moment, he felt that maybe she was still like a mother.