C12

They took a seat in a tea room on the edge of the West Lake and had tea.

There were many puzzle games on the table, such as the Nine Links, and the lotus leaves were very beautiful this season. From the window, one could see the scenery of the Tian Tian lotus, interspersed with pink flowers.

The story of Liu Qingping and Du Haichuan about the West Lake had come to an end, they had somehow talked about their childhood. Liu Qingping talked about the scene when she was forced to practice the piano as a child, "At that time, I really didn't think music was art. Of course, now that I think about it, it was worth it." Liu Qingping said.

Du Haichuan also felt the same.

Their childhood is similar, piano calligraphy, strict home tutor, noble school, summer vacation overseas travel... There were many, many things in common.

While speaking, Liu Qingping turned around and asked Su Qingping, "According to what Hai Chuan said, Miss Su is from Shanghai, I wonder what's going on there?"

Su Wen smiled perfunctorily. "It should be better."

How else could she answer?

Could it be, "No, I've been constantly moving since I was young, because I never had a house of my own. It's difficult for me to even catch up on my studies, so how could I possibly study piano and the like … Besides, it's so expensive. "

Liu Qingyan simply sat opposite her, looking at her with a faint smile.

"Haichuan said Miss Su's sister is studying in England. Did you emigrate from the family?" Liu Qingping continued to ask.

Su Meng lowered his head, bit the straw of the juice, and mumbled an "En".

After her father went to prison, she and her sister had always been unable to raise their heads in school. She was fine, but her sister was still so young at the time.

Every time she came back, her sister would hold onto the corner of her clothes and cry, saying that her textbooks had been scribbled by her classmates, saying that her blood was all dirty.

There were also peculiar gazes from the surrounding people.

Thus, the first request Su Xing made to Liu Qingyan was to help her mother and younger sister emigrate. Liu Qingyan agreed and sent people to deal with the matter, but he didn't care where all of her family emigrated to.

"What does Miss Su's father do? Haichuan did not mention it. " Liu Qingping continued to ask very naturally.

"Miss Liu, the father who wrote the letter has passed away." When Du Haichuan heard this, he hurriedly interrupted, afraid that it would cause Su Chen to worry about the matter of the letter.

"Ah, my apologies …" Liu Qingping covered her mouth in embarrassment.

Su Wen lowered his eyes.

Liu Qingyan found it hilarious. "Is he dead?" He looked at Su's letter and slowly repeated the words, but he did not expose her.

Go ahead and pretend.

Back then, that little lass who could seduce him with her eyes suddenly became a virtuous woman. This was truly … Interesting.

The conversation soon came to an end. Su seemed to have no interest in the exhibition, the appreciation of famous paintings, etc. She lowered her head and concentrated on the nine links in her hands.

However, it was really too unlovable.

Du Haichuan had just untied the Nine Links that he had not been able to unravel for a long time. Su Ming picked it up with a letter and easily undid it. He knew that she was distracted and did not realize what he was doing.

Fortunately, Du Haichuan didn't notice them.

Liu Qingyan reached out to take the undone metal hoop, reattached it, and passed it to her.

This time, Su Mo spent a long time writing a letter to him. After she finished answering the question, she finally recovered and raised her head to look at Liu Qingyan.

Liu Qingyan had a smile on his face as he nonchalantly turned his head and said, "Qingping, let's go for a round and go back early. Auntie Du told us to go back to the Du Family for dinner tonight. We are guests, so we cannot let our host wait for too long. "