Chapter 118 Comic Con Persuasion
The moment the tomb door closed, Zhao Xiaoyue looked back for the last time and then walked out.
Master Pu Liu had already prepared the inscription. Zhao Xiaoyue looked at the words engraved on the tombstone and said, "Master, there is something I forgot to tell you. I donated all your money to set up a foundation."
She knelt in front of the tombstone and said, "This is built in your name. I hope it can help you. Also, you must find the master's wife, otherwise your money will be wasted!"
Nine people stood behind Zhao Xiaoyue, their eyes were swollen like walnuts, and Yang Zhenzhen was crying.
In fact, Hou Taotao had told Pu Liuye about this matter a long time ago, including many things that happened in the meeting.
Mr. Pu Liu easily guessed Zhao Xiaoyue's intention, so he said a few words of thank you!
The clouds in the sky blocked the scorching sun. There were no mourners and no paper money for the ceremony. There was only rustling wind, swaying flowers, and ten standing people.
It was not until the sun set that they prepared to go back.
After sending the rest of the people away, Zhao Xiaoyue walked alone on the bluestone path, with her head down, not knowing what she was thinking about.
The sky was dotted with stars, unknown insects were chirping in the grass, and the flowers were fragrant, but she felt lost.
Zhang Xiaomeng followed from a distance, feeling depressed.
Zhao Xiaoyue saw the design of the sea of flowers in the thatched house. There were heating facilities under the entire flower bed, and there was a large warm tent in the mountains behind. No wonder there were such beautiful flowers that winter.
After walking for a long time, she felt a little tired, so she threw herself down in the grass and looked up at the starry sky.
Next to her were blooming roses and tulips, as well as some flowers whose names she didn't know. Even if she had ten times the courage, she wouldn't dare fall on those flowers.
He even propped up the slanted branch and muttered to himself, "Master, it's crooked on its own. It has nothing to do with me."
Hey!
A sigh, really...
I don't know if they are together...
In the days that followed, everyone else turned their sadness into motivation and worked hard to achieve results, but Zhao Xiaoyue was the only one who became depressed.
She ranked last in the baseline test, getting 10 points in every subject. When the head teacher saw Zhao Xiaoyue's paper, he was so scared that he fell off his chair.
Lan Caihe held the test paper with only "10 points" in her hand, and her mouth was big enough for an egg to fit in.
Min'er looked at her curiously, wondering how she managed to write on every sheet and yet make it look like nothing was written?
When asked what happened, she would just shake her head. During class, she would stare at the teacher, which scared the teacher so much that he reported to the head teacher after class.
She would lie on the table and close her eyes to sleep after class. Zhao Zhe was afraid that something might happen to her, so he came to find her during the break. As a result, rumors spread that Zhao Xiaoyue had fallen in love with a handsome foreign guy.
The situation escalated, Zhao Xiaoyue did not come out to explain, and Zhao Zhe's explanation was pale.
The head teacher couldn't sit still anymore, so he called Zhao Xiaoyue to a separate office, poured her a glass of water, and pointed to a chair, "Sit down."
Zhao Xiaoyue thanked the teacher and sat down with the water.
The head teacher of Class 1, Grade 1 is a middle-aged male teacher wearing glasses. He is a very responsible person. He has a son and a daughter, both of whom attend key high schools.
He pushed up his glasses and asked, "How is your family doing lately?"
Zhao Xiaoyue: "My family is doing well, and my business is good too!"
This kid looks desperate, so let's be direct.
"Have you been having difficulties lately?"
Zhao Xiaoyue also understood the purpose of the teacher calling her, so she smiled and said, "Teacher Huang, I'm fine, I'm just a little sad that an elder has passed away!"
Teacher Huang understood that these were the elites among the elites, the promising talents to be admitted to higher education, and it would not be a good idea for them to continue to be decadent like this.
"How about this, I'll give you a few days off, you can relax at home, or go out for a walk, release your emotions, and then come back and devote yourself to study, okay?"
Zhao Xiaoyue looked up at the fat middle-aged male teacher, and the teacher also looked at her gently, as if he was looking at his own child.
Zhao Xiaoyue nodded with a heavy nasal tone, "Well, thank you, teacher. Give me three days off so that I can adjust my condition."
Zhao Zhe was sent to Hou Taotao by Zhao Xiaoyue.
She stayed in her small apartment all day watching TV. When she was hungry, she just ate something, such as chewing a carrot. When she was thirsty, she just drank from the tap.
The whole person looked more withered than an eggplant hit by frost, wilted and as if he had lost his soul.
I felt sleepy and fell asleep on the sofa with the TV still on.
The doorbell rang early the next morning. She struggled to open the door, and seeing that it was a comic convention, she let the person in.
The clothes worn at the comic convention were fashionable and colorful. The hairspray in her hair made Zhao Xiaoyue frown. She had the most popular bag of the season slung over her arm and she pinched down the sunglasses on her face with her orchid finger.
What kind of flashy outfit is this? She blocked the light with her hands because of the dazzling diamond nail polish.
I saw Comic Exhibition put away his sunglasses and patted them gently, then lifted Zhao Xiaoyue's chin with two fingers, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk," and looked around, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk."
Zhao Xiaoyue slapped away the two hands that were as delicate as a woman's. "Are you calling the dog or feeding the chicken? You keep clicking your tongue!"
He walked back and fell on the sofa, continuing to sleep listlessly.
"Mr. Zhao, you have at least seen the world before. It's not like you to be so decadent."
Then he sat on the sofa opposite Zhao Xiaoyue with his legs crossed, looking at her leisurely.
Zhao Xiaoyue opened her eyes and asked, "Have you recovered your memory?"
"NO, do I need to restore my memory? You are just like a Border Collie in my mind!"
He has endless energy and is very obedient to orders!
A pillow flew towards the comic exhibition gorgeously and was caught by the comic exhibition.
"What are you making random analogies for when your memory hasn't been restored? Who looks like a Border Collie?" Zhao Xiaoyue collapsed on the sofa again.
You are like a dog! Humph!
"Who are you showing this half-dead look to? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes, birth, aging, sickness and death are all determined by fate!"
Zhao Xiaoyue asked weakly, "What do you want to say?"
"Isn't this a proverb you often say?" The comic exhibition expressed innocence!
She understood the reason, but she felt so uncomfortable that she couldn't vent it. The sadness followed her like a shadow, constantly enveloping her, and she felt like she was about to turn into a silkworm cocoon.
Seeing that she was still indifferent, Manzan rolled his eyes, then suddenly smiled and said temptingly: "I have a place to go, do you want to go?"
"It's the same wherever I go. It's boring. I have no mood and no energy!"
The comic exhibition said mysteriously: "That's not necessarily the case, just tell me whether you're going or not!"
He had the impression that Zhao Xiaoyue seemed to particularly like looking at male models, so he wanted to find out.
"Don't go!"
The comic exhibition was stunned, "You're not even going to France?"
I don’t believe the comic convention, “Are you going or not?”
No one paid any attention to him. "Mr. Zhao, you begged me to stay at the beginning. Why don't you pay any attention to me now?"
He went to the comic convention and complained about all kinds of grievances, saying that he was only 20 years old and had to work hard for the company at such a young age. There were a lot of things like that, and he just kept poking at Zhao Xiaoyue's belly.
Zhao Xiaoyue wiped her face and said, "Okay, put away your hypocritical tears, I'm going!"
"Hmph, that's more like it!" Then she seductively pulled out a piece of paper and blew her nose loudly.
Zhao Xiaoyue thought to herself, what can France do?
Haha, France can make her so angry!