She felt that a pair of sinister eyes were looking at her. She was sitting facing the door and saw Ran Chengao standing outside. She pretended not to see it and continued to talk to Yuan Zirou without even raising her head.
Smiling.
Yuan Zirou turned her back to the door, completely unaware that someone was looking at her behind her.
Ran Chengao clenched his fists and looked at the two women in the room, the anger in his heart never diminishing. No wonder Xiao Yueyue didn't go to the meeting. It turned out that Yuan Zirou was holding her back. Could it be that Yuan Zirou had seen all his thoughts? Yuan Zirou was
Do you keep an eye on Xiao Yueyue because you are jealous?
Thinking of this, Ran Chengao walked away angrily.
Liu Baiyue showed a sweet smile on her face and said to Yuan Zirou: "It's late at night. I'm sorry that I wasted my sister so much time. Sister, please go back to bed early."
Yuan Zirou had no idea that she was being taken advantage of, "Then you should go to bed early and don't think too much." She stood up and left.
After closing the door, Liu Baiyue's heart became heavy, and her future revenge plans would become increasingly difficult.
The sword-making workshop is on the back hill of Fengjiabao, and is only separated from Fengjiabao by a door. But Liu Qingcong knew that once that door was closed, it meant that the time when she and Feng Qijun would meet would be far away.
There were only a few old men in the sword-making workshop. Those who made fires and blacksmiths were all busy with their own business. There were also some smoking cigarettes nearby. They saw her but seemed not to see her. Liu Qingcong walked around in the sword-making workshop.
, all I saw were gray-haired old men, I only heard the sound of blacksmithing, but no one spoke.
Isn't it hard work to make swords? Why do we need to find some old people to do it? Couldn't the prestigious Fengjiabao afford a blacksmith?
Seeing those old people with different shapes, she was more interested than scared.
The madam asked her to come here to help, what can she do? Or maybe she is too naive, the madam didn't ask her to do anything at all, she just wanted to find a place where she could be placed.
She stood there for a long time, feeling unnoticed. She usually found it hard to work too much, but once she stopped, she felt idle and bored. Perhaps this was a common problem among poor people.
"Grandpa, do you need me to do anything?" Finally, she couldn't help but ask the kind-looking uncle who was making fire.
The uncle looked at her with a strange look, then turned around and continued to light the fire.
"Is he a mute?" She touched her head and ran behind the old man who was blacksmithing. "Grandpa, you are tired. Do you want to take a break and drink some tea?"
As she expected, no one paid any attention to her. Liu Qingcong really collapsed this time, and she felt particularly uncomfortable thinking about having to deal with those mute people every day in the future.
While she was deep in thought, the old man suddenly started a fire, his face turned blue, he hugged his stomach and shouted: "Girl, come here and help look at the fire. I need to go for convenience."
Is there another woman here? Liu Qingcong looked around, but except for a few old men, she still didn't see anyone else.
"I'm talking about you." The old man who burned fire suddenly stepped in front of her and patted her on the shoulder.
Liu Qingcong pointed at her nose and was stunned, unable to believe that the old man was actually willing to speak.
The old man who burned the fire could no longer care about much. He ran out without forgetting to turn around and tell him: "Remember, you must always keep the fire strong."