i was my mistake

This time there are four people, of course it is impossible to sit in the back row like in the morning.

——It’s not impossible to pack four people, but it seems a bit too strange to squeeze in the back when there are obviously vacancies.

Wan Qing didn't answer at all, she put away her umbrella, opened the car door and got in.

Ye Chen looked at Zhao Jinyu speechlessly.

She obviously understood the meaning in Ye Chen's eyes, so she just smiled and nodded slightly: "Shall I take the co-pilot?"

Lin Sumeng, who didn't know how to answer, heaved a sigh of relief.

"Lin Sumeng, are you advanced?"

"You, you first?"

"okay."

After Ye Chen got in, Lin Sumeng squeezed into the car and closed the door gently.

"The car door is not closed properly." The capable female master suddenly said.

Lin Sumeng pushed the car door a little nervously, and then closed it heavily.

Like a passenger who didn't belong to this car, she leaned against the door awkwardly, her gaze fell firmly out of the window as if attracted by a magnet.

It was quiet in the car.

There was no sound of conversation.

The girls all seem to have fallen asleep, only the sound of even breathing remains.

Lin Sumeng remained silent in embarrassment. When the car drove through a short, moss-covered tunnel, she finally couldn't help turning her head to look at the girls in the car.

Ye Chen, who was sitting next to her, immediately noticed her eyes, and also looked at her with some embarrassment.

——The few lights in the car come from the light reflected from the headlights on the wall.

Wan Qing leaned against the car door, her head was stuck on the pillow in the back seat, her body was crooked, she looked like she had no bones.

She was probably the only person in the car who was asleep, and was even snoring—just not so loudly, drowned out by the sound of the engine.

It's not so easy to notice if you don't listen carefully.

Lin Sumeng gave Ye Chen an embarrassed smile in the dark, then turned her head to look out the window.

The raindrops flew on the window glass, making everything hazy and blurred, and even the street lamps in the city turned into groups of light yellow ink dots that seemed to be smeared on rice paper.

The huge signboard of Yinjiang Apartment is flashing colorful lights, which can be seen from a distance.

It was late, there were not many cars on the road, the taxi drove very fast, and arrived at the destination in a trance.

In this era, the starting price of a taxi is the same as ten years later, ten yuan, and the farther you drive, the more expensive it will be.

But later it was ten yuan for three kilometers or even two kilometers. In this era, it was ten yuan for five kilometers.

But after all, the distance is not close, and it costs more than 30 yuan to arrive at the Yinjiang apartment.

"It's here, 33." The driver looked up at the meter and said.

Lin Sumeng was taken aback. After all, she didn't take a taxi very often, maybe she didn't take a taxi even once in her senior year of high school.

She fumbled for her schoolbag in a panic. It contained the money she brought with her when she went out today—a total of more than 80, which was all her own money that she had accumulated.

Just when she was hesitating whether she should pay by herself, she saw Zhao Jinyu in the co-pilot take out a delicate and small coin purse with a calm expression, and took out a brown 50 coin with the face of a steelworker printed on it. Yuan bills and handed them to the driver.

The latter bowed his head and found the change in the change box for her, but she put it back in the change purse without counting.

Lin Sumeng was still wondering if it was AA, but Ye Chen woke up Wanqing as if she didn't care at all: "Wanqing, we're here, get off the bus."

"Huh? It's here? Oh." Wan Qing rubbed her eyes, opened the door and got out of the car, stretched herself - she also didn't ask who paid the money.

This made Lin Sumeng a little uneasy.

She watched the taxi slowly drive away with new passengers, and then she turned her head as if suddenly remembering something.

Wan Qing was still yawning, Ye Chen was looking down at her toes, Zhao Jinyu looked at her with a smile, as if waiting for her to walk up the stairs together.

"That... the taxi fare, shall I pay part of it?"

"No need."

"So expensive……"

"It's okay." Zhao Jinyu smiled and shook his head.

"Ah, yes, don't think so much, I'm not short of that little money, don't feel sorry." Wan Qing leaned back and looked at her from the corner of her eye, as if she could see what she was thinking.

Lin Sumeng felt that if Wan Qing held a cigarette in her hand at this time, she would look too much like an uncle...

That tone, that demeanor, that movement.

That is a temperament that even a pretty girl's skin can't hide.

She even had the illusion that she met Wan Qing for the first time today.

"Let's go, go home, Lin Sumeng, do you want to take a bath? Do you have a change of clothes, or take a bath without changing clothes?"

"Are you taking a shower...? I...um...the shoes are indeed a little wet today."

"Wash one?" Wan Qing asked lazily.

"But I didn't bring..."

"It's okay, don't change anything else, just change one... ah...that..." Ye Chen suddenly looked a little unnatural.

"Fat time." An inexplicable word popped out of Wan Qing's mouth.

"I have new clothes for you, I can wear them for you." Zhao Jinyu said with a light smile.

"it is good……"

"So, let's go and study hard after taking a shower, ah...Lin Sumeng?"

"From now on, everyone...just call me Xiaomeng."

"Well, Xiaomeng sounds very nice."

"Ah, Xiaomeng, that's fine."

"Follow Xiaomeng, the elevator is here." Wan Qing waved her hand lazily, and walked towards the elevator first.

As soon as the elevator door opened, before the people inside had time to come out completely, she walked in sideways first, with a look of can't wait.

"Let's go." Zhao Jinyu gently stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist, "I was in a daze along the way, are you still in a daze now?"

"No, no...just..." Lin Sumeng whispered a little embarrassedly, "Suddenly feel that I am not a little embarrassed to disturb you..."

In fact, among her friends, Wanqing and the others are not the ones she knows best.

She was also very surprised why she asked Wan Qing at that time.

Perhaps, because she felt that only she would agree?

An inexplicable... intuition?

……

30. Wan Qing is easy to talk

On both sides of the long and narrow corridor, there are one door after another not far apart.

It was the first time for Lin Sumeng to walk into the interior of the apartment. This common thing for Wanqing and the others was very novel to her.

Zhao Jinyu opened the door on the opposite side, while Wan Qing pushed the door on the other side with the key.

As soon as the door was opened, a white figure flew out, which startled Lin Sumeng. When she took a closer look, it turned out to be a big fluffy white dog. The fluffy tail behind her was swinging vigorously and approached her. At his feet, he sniffed the scent with his wet nose, as if he was curious about the relationship between this unknown human being and his master.

"Xiaobai—" Ye Chen staggered in, pushing this flattering dog's face, "Stop rubbing you, rubbing back and forth, I haven't taken off my shoes yet!"

"Your family still has a dog." Lin Sumeng said enviously, "I wanted to have one before, but my parents wouldn't let me..."

"Haha, it's a stray dog. We picked it up and raised it. The front leg is still lame." Wan Qing patted Xiaobai's head with a 'dong dong' and made a sound like a ripe watermelon, "Come in, I'll get you a pair of slippers."

"Are you back?" Father was coming out of the kitchen with a big pot in his hand. When he looked up, he saw Lin Sumeng who just walked in. He was slightly taken aback, "A new friend?"

"Well, classmate, come and stay for one night."

"Hello, Uncle..." Lin Sumeng lowered her head in embarrassment, the feeling of being dependent on others was particularly strong at this time.

"Hello, what's your name?"

"Just call me Xiaomeng."

"Oh, Xiaomeng, just right, I cooked a pot of soup, do you want to drink it?"

"Are you still cooking soup at this late hour?"

"I didn't want to eat it at first, but I suddenly became hungry. Thinking that you are coming back, I guess you are also hungry, so I cooked a pot."

"What soup?" Wan Qing had already moved over, and kicked Xiao Bai aside very skillfully—so as not to accidentally step on it.

"Tomato giblet soup."

"Meat?"

"It's a soup made of pork offal, beef offal, and sheep offal."

"It's quite strange." Wan Qing had never eaten this kind of soup, nor had she seen her father make it.

Perhaps it was in her timeline that her father passed away before she could reveal this recipe...

"Try it, it tastes quite good. Although there is only a tomato, it is very fresh and not greasy."

"I'll try." Wan Qing directly picked up the spoon in the pot, blew on it with her mouth, then took a sip, and ate a small piece of tripe by the way.

"how?"

"Delicious." Wan Qing smacked her lips, "Bring some to Jin Yu later."

"Okay, anyway, there are so many, I can't eat enough to save for tomorrow."

"Hey, Wanqing, you use the spoon directly mouth to mouth... How can others drink it?"

"Why, do you mind?"

"I don't mind, but..."

Lin Sumeng waved his hand quickly, and said with a slightly embarrassed smile, "It's all right, I don't need to drink..."

"Look, others don't mind."

"I, I don't mind..."

Wan Qing rolled her eyes: "You don't come here to make fire, hurry up and get three bowls from the kitchen, and get a bigger one, and serve it to Jin Yu later."

"Yes, yes, you know how to order me every day..." Ye Chen muttered, as if deliberately telling Lin Sumeng next to him, causing Wan Qing to roll her eyes again.

Everyone chatted and drank some meat soup, then took today's homework and knocked on the door of Zhao Jinyu's house.

Lin Sumeng felt extremely uncomfortable.

It's not because everyone is unfamiliar with her, but because everyone is very enthusiastic about her, but they don't ask her why she wants to stay with other friends today.

Although it would be troublesome to explain, it would be more convenient for others not to ask, but...

Her mood was so contradictory, she hoped that others would not ask, but also hoped that others would ask.

Maybe if she shared those things with more people, she would release the stress and worries.

"Ha... It's really good to have some soup at night. You won't be too full, and you won't be hungry later."

"Half an hour has passed, I should take a good shower now." Wan Qing rubbed her greasy hair, "I haven't washed my hair for two days, it's really oily, Ye Chen, wait a minute Come wash with me."

"Alas--"

"What are you doing, don't look at me with that kind of eyes, I just want to be faster, we have to practice more by ourselves, and this will not make Xiaomeng wait too long, right Xiaomeng?" She said, Chaolin Sumeng vigorously raised her neck.

"I, I'm fine..."

In fact, she thinks it's okay not to wash it, but after all, she wants to sleep in someone else's bed, and she is afraid that others will dislike her, so she still thinks it would be better to wash it.

Compared with Wan Qing's house, which is full of things and crowded everywhere, Zhao Jinyu's house is much more spacious, the furnishings are very delicate, and there is a lot of blank space like a traditional Chinese painting.

When the door was opened, Zhao Jinyu was wrapped in a bath towel, and her body was steaming. She shook her slightly wet long hair that hadn't been used with a hairdryer: "Come and wash."