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That will be all walks of life are in recession, Qiao Chongwen can not find a job, into a long period of time in the state of waiting for work. The situation of not enough to make ends meet lasted for half a year, the savings see empty, Su Rong had to sell the house in the city, one side of people looking for relations, to see what is suitable for the job.

　　Fortunately, Qiao Siyue's grandfather was once the principal of a middle school in Minggang, and he had saved up a lot of connections.

　　Soon came the news that a media company in town lacked planning, coincidentally, Qiao Chongwen all these years to do the work is planning, is also considered to be a professional counterparts.

　　The decision to move the family to Minggang was finalized that night.

　　Although the implementation of the work, but this half a year everywhere begging for the stifling life has been Su Rong heart thorns, caught the opportunity to vent.

　　From beginning to end, Qiao Chongwen did not talk, by Su Rong scolded.

　　The home of the plastic bench on three, Fang Huizhen ate dinner early, this is the neighbor's nagging, Qiao Chongwen consciously sat on a small wooden bench, peeling peanuts, sip of wine from time to time.

　　A punch in the cotton, Su Rong have gas also have no place to make, and finally dry glare at him, will mouth curtain closed.

　　Qiao Chongwen, however, opened his mouth at this time, "Does Qiao Qiao want some too?"

　　Qiao Si Yue hmmm'd, her tail tone rising with a bit of a surprised rhetorical tone before she lifted her head, her eyes darting over to Su Rong.

　　She looked normal, not showing the slightest bit of opposition.

　　Qiao Si Yue nodded gently, putting the Fanta into her book bag, and watched as Qiao Chongwen opened another beer and poured a quarter into the empty bowl.

　　After the bubbles subsided, Qiao Si Yue took a very shallow sip, bitter and astringent, like burnt buckwheat, not a flavor she liked.

　　The meal was eaten absentmindedly, but fortunately Su Rong was also harboring things in her heart, and did not notice her difference at all.

　　After putting the dishes back in the kitchen, Qiao Si Yue picked up the book bag that was placed on the brown leather couch and went straight up to the fourth floor.

　　The north and south rooms are separated by a staircase and a single bathroom, and Qiao Si Yue's bedroom faces south, the room is not big, only accommodating a log double bed, a simple clothes rack, and a small one-meter wide desk.

　　Su Rong simply cleaned up, the bed was covered with a straw mat prepared by Fang Huizhen in advance, and the air-conditioning quilt was neatly folded at the head of the bed.

　　The light bulb was covered with a layer of heavy dust, and the brightness had lost a lot of brightness. Qiao Siyue found a clothesline, put a rag in the opening, took off her shoes and got on the bed, and stretched her arms up to explore the ceiling.

　　Dust was falling down, the fan was on, the dust accumulated on the floor was quickly blown away.

　　She re-mopped the floor and found sheets to change into, and just as she sat down, she heard footsteps coming from the stairway.

　　When the door opened, Su Rong's face was revealed.

　　Qiao Si Yue slowly sat up straight, her gaze dropping down to stare at Su Rong's ever-approaching toes.

　　There was a pair of out-of-place cotton slippers set there, slightly clunky.

　　Su Rong stood beside the bed and opened the door, "Tomorrow I'll go to the city with your father to take a look around, and by the way, I'll help you change these curtains."

　　She looked around, pausing slightly when she glanced at the bed sheets and the cool mat in the corner, "In this weather, you'll be hot sleeping at night if you don't use a straw mat."

　　"There's an electric fan blowing, it won't get hot."

　　Su Rong didn't get serious with her again, and said, "Transfer this, your father is still looking for relations, it is estimated that the fastest will be half a month after ... your grandma heard from the neighbors that this semester's final exam is in the middle of July, your books are still there, this period of time will be the first to review on their own."

　　After Su Rong left, Qiao Si Yue's shoulders slowly collapsed. I don't know when it started, the communication between her and Su Rong was getting less and less, as if every word she said could take up most of her strength.

　　After almost five minutes, Qiao Si Yue pulled out the note in her pocket, rubbing her fingers together as the discomfort in her heart gradually subsided.

　　The paper was no more than a simple word, but it aroused her infinite reverie.

　　Will wanton be his name?