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Chapter 59: Green Radish

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    Han Qingluo is the only one I confided in the ktv private room, Q's latest beige long-sleeved autumn coat, light dark pink fine linen long silk scarf, a pair of high-heeled shoes of the same color as the coat, and a black  A special bag for notebooks, with the air of a strong woman.  The charming face without makeup makes people forget that this woman is almost thirty years old.  She doesn't smoke or drink. She only ordered Xiaogang's "Blue Turkey" and played it repeatedly. She explained that she was not married yet and had been waiting for a man who went to Turkey. His name was Tang Shuyu.

    A man who made her lose her memory and helped her restore it. They had an incredible time.  I still remember that when Shu Yu was the poorest, he only had green radish, and she was the only one who would never leave him. On the days when his three meals were pickled vegetables and rice porridge, she held hands with him, and he said to his cronies: "Keep green radish  Now, I am not afraid that there is no firewood, I, Tang Shuyu, will make a comeback! Because I have Qingluo." After speaking, looking at Qingluo's tender smile, Qingluo's face turned red from time to time.  In ancient poetry, Qingluo means mountain, and Qingluo understands that she is Shu Yu's hill now, even if she only has small shoulders, she will do whatever she can for him.  Who told Tang Shuyu to pick her up after she lost her memory? From the moment she woke up, all her memories were about Tang Shuyu.  He fed her the first mouthful of hot porridge, he wiped her face for the first time, he was like a father, he created Qingluo's new life, even the name was given by Tang Shuyu, which meant that she was willing to live and die for him.  But Qingluo is not his girlfriend, at least he has never told anyone, even if he and she sleep in the same bed.  He always said to people: "Qingluo is a gift from heaven to me. If I hadn't been lucky enough to pick her up on the street in the winter two years ago, I might still be alone now."

    But Qingluo didn't know what happened two years ago. She only knew that she knew Shu Yu when she woke up.  A tree is not so strong in the eyes of others.  Qing Luo is still happy, and spends her days with Shu Yu relying on credit card turnover every day. If she has nothing to do, she will accompany him and her friends to the riverside to enjoy the breeze, listen to them chatting about the world's vast sea and sky, and if she has nothing to do, she will sit quietly with Shu Yu under the big tree and read a book  .  Shu Yu didn't look for a job, he said: "I was born to be useful, the time has not yet come." He also didn't let Qingluo go to work, he said: "Qingluo, you need someone to protect you, I don't worry about letting you leave me  , unless one day, I think I find a more competent guardian than me, otherwise, I will never let go."

    After hearing this, Qing Luo still smiled sweetly. Shu Yu is indeed enough in her world, and Shu Yu only needs her. Nothing is more important than two people being together. She always thought that this is love.

    The same thing is repeated every day, Qingluo is willing to stop time, decades or hundreds of years, and she doesn't get bored.  Every afternoon, Qingluo would go to the small store opened by Granny Chen to buy a pack of pickles for 50 cents for dinner for the family.  September 17th was no different. She bounced home with pickles in her hand. Through the window, she saw guests coming to the house. She was curious that except for Shu Yu's friends, she had never seen Shu Yu in the past two years.  Yu received any guests.  So he stopped, and casually climbed on the window to watch like a child, only to see Shu Yu chatting happily with a gray-haired old man.  Listening to them, I seemed to hear her name in the words. Finally, when the old man handed an envelope into Shu Yu's hand, Shu Yu said: "Give Qingluo to you, I will feel relieved."  .¡±

    Qingluo recited these words silently, and looked at Shu Yu in despair. She never expected that someone she trusted so much would sell herself to an old man. The man who was enough to be her father was actually Shu Yu  pick husband.  Why?  She doesn't understand, doesn't Shu Yu love her?  How could she give herself to others? Qingluo had only seen such a heartless man in TV dramas.  At this time, Shu Yu found Qingluo crawling on the window, but Shu Yu was smiling, smiling at her, without any discomfort, it was really as happy as a father marrying a daughter, but he is not a father,  He is Shu Yu from Qingluo.

    Can't understand Shu Yu's behavior, although he said that he loves her like his own child, but now he has sold himself.  She doesn't want to, she will not be anyone's Qingluo except Shu Yu's Qingluo.  Covering her mouth to prevent herself from crying, she thought of the first solution: escape.  Run away far away, to a place where Shu Yu can't find her, and she will come back when he doesn't want to sell her anymore.  Without hesitation, Qing Luo hailed a motorcycle, and when Shu Yu came out, Qing Luo had already disappeared.

    Qing Luo, who left, went to a place she was not familiar with, and kept walking on the street from dawn to dusk.  When Shu Yu found Qingluo, Qingluo was surrounded by a group of hooligans, he fought with those people, his hands and nose were bleeding, Qingluo could only squat on the ground and cry: "Help me, Shu Yu.  "

    Obviously can't beat the opponent'sTang Shuyu, even if he just got punched by the opponent, he still shouted: "Qingluo, don't be afraid when I'm here!"

    After waking up, both of them were in the hospital, a passerby called 110, Shu Yu was due to blood loss, and Qing Luo was due to shock.  In a ward with two beds, the two smiled foolishly through the infusion bottle.

    (It is said that poor and lowly couples are sad about everything. In fact, what is sad is not poverty, but the disbelief that there is extravagant love in poverty.) (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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