Chapter 4 The Tragedy of Illiteracy

If she hadn't seen that drop of Guangdong and Hong Kong, Qiu Yao would have almost thought she was blind.

There is no light in the house, but the door is open. Sometimes there is a light wind entering the house, driving away the summer heat.

Qiu Yao rubbed her eyes and raised half of her body. The pain in her left foot seemed to have eased a lot. In the moonlight, it was faintly visible that a person sat with his arms and chest against the wall. The corner of the white clothes exposed in the moonlight was extremely reassuring.

Qiu Yao didn't have to try to know that the sleeping position was extremely uncomfortable, and the bamboo couch under her should be able to accommodate two people to lie on their backs. Qiu Yao put her hands on the bed and tried to move a little inside, but Song Yu over there suddenly made a sound.

"Don't move around. Your wrong bone hasn't been corrected yet." His voice wandered in the dark, gently and shallow, like the faint moonlight, illuminating the whole room.

"It's uncomfortable for you to sleep like that. This bed can accommodate a person. How about..."

"No need."

Qiu Yao's face was full of black lines, silently praying that Song Yu did not think about her crookedly.

Just as Qiu Yao was poor, Song Yu suddenly stood up. Qiu Yao thought he was coming, and suddenly her heart was beating like a drum, but he walked to the door.

"Wait a minute!" She thought he was going out and panicked for a moment.

"What's the matter?" In fact, Song Yu just wanted to stand at the door and blow the evening breeze for a while. She heard Qiu Yao's voice and turned around. The moonlight outside the house poured on her body, making his whole body covered with a white halo. This person looked like a god to the world.

Seeing this, Qiu Yao suddenly stopped breathing, and then quickly returned to normal. She bowed her head and said weakly, "I'm afraid of the dark."

Song Yu was silent for a few seconds and said slowly, "I'm here. I won't go."

This said undoubtedly gave Qiu Yao a reassurance pill... At the same time, it was also a leopard gallbladder, "Can't you sleep?"

"Ye-huh." Song Yu walked back to the corner and sat down, lowering her head and thinking about something.

"Why didn't you ask me why I came here?"

"Your family has been here this afternoon."

"..." Qiu Yao was almost choked by her own saliva and asked knowingly, "Did you tell them that I was here?"

"No." Qiu Yao breathed a sigh of relief. In the short silence, Qiu Yao instinctively wanted to find the topic, so that she could hear Song Yuqing's voice.

"What day is it today?"

"The seventh day of June." Song Yu answered her words indifferently, but there was something else in her heart.

"The seventh day of the first lunar month? So there is still a month left for the Chinese Valentine's Day!" Qiu Yao couldn't help sighing for a moment, and then began to feel depressed again. Last year, Chu Yun said that she would work overtime to stay alone in the restaurant until it was closed, but she didn't know the truth until a few months later.

Qiu Yao thought angly, and Chu Yunlian with a joking smile suddenly appeared in her mind. She was suddenly shocked. No way, that Sanshengshi, it won't be...

Since God gave him the opportunity to revenge, she was disrespectful~

"Bear by the way, you don't know about the Qixi Festival. It's a traditional festival in our hometown. Legend has it that a fairy named Weaver Girl fell in love with the mortal Cowherd. The heavenly court was furious, and the Weaver Girl was forcibly brought back to heaven. Only on the seventh day of the seventh month can she meet the Cowherd every year, so on the Chinese Valentine's Day, all couples will get together to spend a beautiful and romantic day..." Qiu Yao's voice became lighter and lighter, and finally it became sink. Mo.

She didn't know that Song Yu's half-opened eyes suddenly opened in her silence, and she looked up slightly at the vague figure of ** and stopped talking.

She just said that her hometown.

Qiu Yao tried to get rid of the sourness in her heart, so she slightly led the topic away. "It is said that on the night of Qixi Festival, you can hide under the grape rack and eavesdrop on the whispers of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl. I remember that there is one behind your house, and I will come to see the stars."

Someone kept silent uncooperatively.

Qiu Yao was depressed again, "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as an agreement." The stuffy gourd always embarrassed her.

Qiu Yao curled her lips and didn't say anything more. She was in a daze and wanted to start homesickness again, and then fell asleep in the hazy four years.

She didn't know that when the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone into the room, the slender five fingers gently wiped away a few tears from her eyes.

Qiu Yao was awakened by the smell of food. She began to make noise early yesterday morning. She hadn't eaten anything for a day and a night. At this time, the porridge by the bed was simply a delicacy for her. The temperature of the porridge was not cold or hot, as if the person who prepared it had already allowed her to wake up.

There was a faint sound of the blade breaking through the air in the yard. Qiu Yao's first reaction was that Song Yu was practicing swords, and the swordsman was like a jade sword like a rainbow. What a pleasant scene. Qiu Yao wanted to go out to see Song Yu's heroic posture, but as soon as she moved her ankle, she almost cried out.

When Song Yu entered the door, she saw Qiu Yao covering her feet and blushing. She pulled the corners of her eyes without a trace, put the sheathed sword on the only table in the house, and then took the empty bowl from Qiu Yao's pillow.

Previously, when he took the bowl, he hesitated for a moment. He thought he took one casually, but in fact, he deliberately took the one that Jingcha used yesterday, although he could not explain the reason for this move.

"Ziyun will come later." Turn around slightly unhappily.

Qiu Yao answered sullenly and continued to lie down and straighten her body. She twisted her stiff neck. She happened to see Song Yu wash the dishes and walk into the room and took out two rolls of bamboo slips from a bamboo box next to the table. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, "Can you show me that?"

Song Yu hesitated for a few seconds, took a roll of bamboo slips and handed it to Qiu Yao, who stood up excitedly.

Qiu Yao excitedly stretched out her paws for the book, thinking that she must take a roll before returning to modern times. This is a cultural relic, cultural relic!

... When Qiu Yao opened the bamboo slip, Song Yu happened to go out. She finally understood the reason why Song Yu had just hesitated, and her little face suddenly turned red--

She doesn't even know a word, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah~~

Qiu Yao tragically became an illiterate person who could only hear but could not read and write, and her heart was extremely entangled.

After Qiu Yao's communication, Qiu Yao began to observe the Chu text on the bamboo slips. The font is flat, the style is simple, the pen is high, and the head is thick and the tail is thin, which is somewhat similar to that Han Li.

Looking at these young silkworm-like words, Qiu Yao suddenly thought of the happy scene of Crayon Xiaoxin raising his eyebrows with his father, and her face was suddenly covered with black lines.

Putting the bamboo slips aside, Qiu Yao put her hands behind her head and began to empty them. Chu language is complicated and difficult to understand. She crossed over but could communicate with others normally, but she could not understand the words of Chu, which may cause inconvenience to her in the future. It seems that it is necessary to learn calligraphy.

Just as Qiu Yao was thinking about how to learn calligraphy, Jingchao brought a man about 30 or 40 years old and walked to Qiu Yao's bedside.

"Dr. Zhou, please."

After receiving Jingchao's instructions, the doctor came forward and began to check Qiu Yao's injured foot. It was inconvenient for Jingfa to come over to check, so he simply made a verbal ridicul.

"Isn't it a sprained foot over the wall?"

... At the point, Qiu Yao suddenly looked pale and there was no way to refute it.

"So promising..." Jingchao looked contemptuous and gloated a little.

"I was chased and killed, so I didn't choose my way, okay?" Qiu Yao couldn't wait to jump up and tear the handsome but hateful face.

"Chasing and killing?" Jing Cha looked unbelievable, but his voice was clearly a little serious, "Who wants to kill you?"

"...It's not a chase. It's my father who listened to Mr. Wu's words and insisted on pestering me before I could escape." Qiu Yao's eyes turned red again. Jingcha frowned and then moved her eyes to her left foot. At that time, the doctor rolled up some of her trousers, and some dried herbs fell on her swollen ankles, revealing her bruised ankles.

This girl must be clumsy and doesn't know anything about herbs... Jingcha's heart tightened slightly.

Qiu Yao hissed, and the two bodybuilders suddenly wrinkled tighter. She turned her head and told Dr. Zhou, "Be lighter."

Qiu Yao felt warm when she heard the words. She looked up at Junyan, who was extremely similar to Chu Yun. She couldn't help thinking of the strange dream again, but before she could think about it, with a "cluck", a sharp pain of cone heart erosion surged up from her ankle--

A pig-killing scream suddenly sounded in the room.