Chapter 23 Moving to a New Home

When Mancao returned to the villa, he heard that the woman had woken up and went out to work.

After the man helped her move her luggage to the room, she sat alone on the edge of the bed and looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window.

School will start in half a month. Because she thought she wouldn't stay long, she didn't even have the motivation to take her clothes out of her suitcase.

She glanced at the computer that had been installed on the table next to her and looked at the suitcase with a computer helmet.

She charged her mobile phone and took out her summer homework from her schoolbag.

There has been this practice since primary school. Children who do well in the exam always have less homework in winter and summer vacation than other children.

And she often gets homework from her teacher in advance, so during the holiday, she always does more of what she wants to do.

Although what I have to do is to buy tutoring materials to do.

When I first saw the question, I still felt a little dull.

But gradually, it began to work.

The hour hand ticked, and she fell into another world, forgetting the passage of time.

It was not until the moment when natural light could not let her see her homework clearly that she pulled herself back from that world.

She turned on the desk lamp, looked at the number of pages, and stopped.

She stood up from the chair and began to stretch and move her hands and feet in the room.

He sat down again, rubbed his cervical spine, and closed his eyes and did several eye exercises.

She was like a track and field player who had just finished running, leaning against the back of the chair in image and exhaling for a long time.

Because it is located in a remote area, some villas seem to be empty, so it is very quiet.

You can clearly hear the sound of opening and closing the door from downstairs.

She looked out of the window, the world that could not be seen clearly separated by the glass window.

Time has changed a lot of things, but it has also accumulated a lot of things.

Although the original intention was not because of love, and there was no love in the process, the final result was quite good.

The knowledge accumulated in her mind, even if she escaped for a long time, did not betray her.

Grades will send children to different places and experience similar and different lives.

Children who work hard have more choices for the place where they are sent. They don't have to wait passively or accept them passively.

It's just that in this era, education and grades are becoming less and less important.

And the world is becoming more and more unfair. As long as you open a family, you can make a lot less effort.

But that kind of continuous progress must have never been devalued.

And she, although she has been missing many years to play, what is waiting in front of her must be enough equivalent exchange, and she can choose a life.

Is this her encouragement for her senior year of high school half a month later?

"Dong-dong--"

There was a knock on the door.

"Cranberry grass! Let's eat!"

The voice of a woman.

"I'm coming."

The vine grass closed the exercise book, and its eyes bent into a crescent.

She was transmitted to the copy of "a family of four having a warm meal".

Directly opposite is the stepfather, next to the "brother", and diagonally opposite is his own mother.

Although she can understand the reason for the captain's assignment, isn't it too fast?

"Mancao, if you don't understand anything about your studies, you can feel free to ask me, or ask your brother."

The stepfather's tone was kind and he wanted to get closer to her with a kind face.

"Hmm."

Although she felt that there was no such day, she still agreed.

"Mancao, are you almost the third year of high school? Have you thought about your first choice?"

"Not yet."

Then the two adults began to talk enthusiastically about her further education.

She once imagined the scene in front of her, but she didn't think it would be in this kind of mother's remarriage.

Although I thought it was strange, I still began to look forward to it.

While eating Mancao's rice, he glanced at the one next to him with his spare light.

Unlike the hustle and bustle opposite, she can really shiver quietly in the middle of summer.

Speaking of which... What's his name again?

At the previous party, she didn't listen to their conversation carefully.

The names of people their parents like, the names of their children, and a lot of information... She didn't pay attention to them carefully.

It's like she doesn't remember this guy's face.

But now it's different from that time. Although she doesn't stay with this guy every day, at least she will be a brother and sister in the eyes of others in the future.

Although it doesn't matter whether he is his name or not.

But it should be prevented. In the future, she received an invitation and looked at the newcomer's name but didn't know who it was... Or one day she received bad news that a guy died and asked her to go to the funeral... Ah, who is this dead person... The tragedy happened.

Speaking of which... She doesn't seem to know the name of her father's mouth.

"I received a phone call during the day, and some relatives said that they would come to my house tomorrow."

The man who had been quiet opened his mouth, accompanied by a strange and seemingly healthy and sunny smile.

relatives...

Tens of them are relatives of the man.

Mancao stopped his chopsticks and glanced at the woman diagonally opposite.

Although this woman married this man, she doesn't really want to get involved with their relatives

"This is exactly right. Mancao, I'll introduce you to them tomorrow.

She began to miss the time when she lived alone.

However, there is nothing we can do about such plot development.

She went back to her room and found clothes that could meet people in the suitcase.

Among the many casual clothes, I saw the skirt her mother bought for her at the beginning of the month.

It's really a piece of equipment that can pass a lot of copies with social attributes.

But why did she wear this skirt?

She opened the exercise book, picked up the pen, and completely forgot herself.

The charged mobile phone vibrates.

All the calls have been sent into the unsentered call bar, and all the text messages sent have been unread.

"Unread text message: Little grass! Does it matter if your level is the lowest in the whole family? - Cousin"

"Unread text message: Mancao! You lived at the gentle big brother's house, didn't you? Hurry up! Give me his phone number! PS: Play the game! - Blueberry

"Unread text message: Mancao? I'll wait for you in the game. - Su Yaxuan"

Even if her relatives and friends came to remind her of the last game, so as not to forget her identity.

... She has also forgotten that she is the heroine of online game novels.

The heroine of the online game novel next door, at this moment, is in the game, upgrading, refining, synthesizing, taking care of the baby, and the handsome and rich hero, smoking the faces of all kinds of female supporting women.

But she sat at the desk, writing hard and writing her homework attentively.

She must be hopeless, right?

Absolutely hopeless!

After receiving the text message, the mobile phone in the drawer lit up for a while, and the screen quickly went black.

"Unread text message: Be careful of the man who lives with you. - No number is displayed"