Qiao Jin nodded: "Yes, I am in my junior year."

Yang Qiulu's eyes showed a little envy: "It's great."

In fact, her academic performance was not bad at that time.

But no matter how bad she was, she was not allowed to go to school at home.

She was forced to drop out of school early, and then she was honed by life. Even if she just wanted to read, she had no energy and ideas.

I often look at the smiling happily students wearing school uniforms walking through the streets.

She had the opportunity to be one of them, but she had the opportunity.

Thinking of this, she lowered her eyes again, her fingers twisted tightly together, looking a little sad.

Her fingers were dry, thin and yellow, and her skin was very poor. They were far from those of a girl in her twenties. Qiao Jin glanced at her and said softly, "Do you want to continue reading? It's ok."

Yang Qiulu shook his head, pursed his lips and smiled: "I thank you very much. I am very grateful that you have given me the chance to be born again, but I also know what I am in now. After so many years, I have almost forgotten all the knowledge I had before. , I’m not very smart, even if I go to school, I can’t keep up."

Since she didn't want to go to school, then Meng Chengyu called her today obviously because of something else.

At this moment, Meng Chengyu came out with two bowls of noodles.

Looking at the plain face, the bowl of noodles holds a poached egg and a few small green vegetables. Although it looks plain and light, it looks good.

Meng Chengyu is used to cooking at home, so cooking noodles is naturally a trivial matter.

She put the bowl on the table, Yang Qiulu quickly got up and went to help, Qiao Jin looked at them now with a breath of life, thoughtfully.

"Meng Chengyu told you about the spirit group."

Meng Chengyu and Yang Qiulu froze at the time and looked at each other. Meng Chengyu looked at Qiao Jin and said, "Yes, I said it."

Qiao Jin nodded: "It's okay, wait until you finish eating, then talk about it."

Meng Chengyu and Yang Qiulu nodded, and both of them sat down to eat noodles quietly.

Compared to Meng Chengyu's slow-cooking, Yang Qiulu eats much faster.

It is not that she is eager, but that she has been used to it for so many years.

I often have to go to work halfway through the meal, working against time.

She is also used to doing everything quickly.

After Yang Qiulu finished eating, Meng Chengyu ate half of it.

Yang Qiulu used to live a full meal and a hungry day. After adulthood, life is a little better, but most of the foods are tasteless and cheap. For her, Meng Chengyu makes such a bowl of homemade noodles. They are all incredibly delicious.

Even when I was eating, I couldn't help but feel a little touched, and my eyes became red.

Before yesterday, she couldn't imagine that she would live such a life.

No one came to trouble her, no parental oppression, able to eat and wear warmth, and sleep on a soft bed, everything is a symbol of freedom and beauty.

As she thought when she first saw Joe today, she really came from heaven.

After eating, Meng Chengyu teased her: "You eat so fast? Be careful not to choke."

Yang Qiulu even drank the soup, and whispered, "No."

She waited for Meng Chengyu to finish eating, then packed up the dishes and went into the kitchen, washing the dishes first.

She insisted on doing these things, otherwise she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, and Meng Chengyu let her go.