The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

Shen Jia's parents perfectly fit all the stereotypes of the wealthy.

Luxury cars, half-rolled-down windows, and an arrogant tone.

So when Lu Yuan saw a van stop at the school gate, roll down half the window, and a well-maintained woman say "Get in."

They immediately learned the other party's identity.

This was entirely expected.

The person who tipped them off must have been the homeroom teacher.

Because during his conversation with the homeroom teacher, Lu Yuan deliberately acted as if he knew nothing.

Therefore, the homeroom teacher will definitely confirm the situation with Shen Jia's parents.

When you learn that someone took your child's place at the school's coming-of-age ceremony, and that the substitute was wearing a yellow delivery vest.

Are you in a hurry?

You're in a hurry, but I'm not.

Lu Yuan didn't even glance at the big fish that had taken the bait.

He turned around and, with Shang Qingya in tow, rode away slowly on an electric scooter.

Shen Jia, who walked out of the school gate right after, already had a very gloomy expression.

Upon seeing the familiar minivan, his expression darkened further, and he awkwardly climbed onto it.

Why wasn't the coming-of-age ceremony mentioned?

"I told you this a month in advance, but none of you paid attention."

Shen Jia sat in the back seat, clutching her bag, turning her head away from her mother.

Her mother was speechless for a moment when she heard this answer.

However, they did not dwell on this topic for long.

"Is that the boy you mentioned your boyfriend?"

"Um."

"Give him a call, I'll talk to him."

"I'll give you the number, you can call it yourself."

"He won't answer." Shen Jia's mother shook her head, her eyes filled with doubt: "He's about to lose his job and refuses to communicate with me, why?"

"I'd like to know why too," Shen Jia said, also looking puzzled.

The stepmother and daughter both looked puzzled because of the same man.

Shen Jia fell into deep thought.

Because she never understood Lu Yuan's thoughts from beginning to end.

When Lu Yuan was at the school gate, he found her and said, "When you get home, you must keep your promise to go to bed early, do housework, and study hard, otherwise those photos will still appear on her stepmother's phone."

She truly couldn't understand why she had caused him to lose his job.

His requirement for himself was to study hard and make progress every day.

Even Shen Jia's mother couldn't understand it.

There are only two reasons why I'm not afraid of losing my job.

First, youthful arrogance can be interpreted as foolishness to some extent.

But she had investigated and found that this young man named Lu Yuan had an unusually good reputation in the eastern part of the city.

Can he be an idiot?

Therefore, it must be the second possibility.

He has ulterior motives.

It's good that he has something to gain; the real fear is that he has nothing to gain.

So she came in person to talk to him and resolve the issue as soon as possible.

Whatever you want, I'll give you.

You should know that she took time out of her busy schedule to come here just to see him.

To everyone's surprise, the young man completely ignored her.

Why?

This question lingered in the minds of both mother and daughter, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

In the end, they all turned into a sigh.

"Ugh."

...

"Ugh."

Lu Yuan sat on the sofa, watching Shang Qingya fluttering in front of him like a butterfly.

She let out a silent sigh.

He really wanted to go out and run errands; he felt restless if he wasn't working for even a moment.

But Shang Qingya begged him to stay at home for a while.

"How about putting a painting here?"

"Let's modify this stove; it's a bit too low right now."

"If I were designing it, I definitely wouldn't have a sliding door in the bathroom!"

Lu Yuan simply sprawled out on the sofa in a relaxed, reclining position, scratched his head, and asked:

"What made you decide to design a house?"

"Because this is my dream!"

Shang Qingya had already taken off her formal dress and changed into her usual hoodie and jeans.

She plopped down on the sofa, speaking excitedly:

"When I was little, I really wanted to renovate my home. I wanted a bathroom where I didn't have to use a basin to catch the leaks when I took a shower, a bed that I didn't have to worry about collapsing, a screen window that I didn't have to tie with wire, and a good range hood. But my dad wouldn't give me the money, so I could only secretly lie in bed and fantasize."

"You want to be a designer?"

"He's an amazing designer! Have you seen 'Japan's Ultimate Home Renovation King'? He renovates the most dilapidated houses with the least amount of money!"

Mention what you are good at.

Shang Qingya suddenly became much more talkative.

She even gave Lu Yuan a little background information, saying that Patrick Star was definitely not as simple as he seemed.

Lu Yuan said he thought so too, believing that Patrick Star was the real villainous boss.

He likes to make furniture out of sand, but those who like to play with sand are all villains, like Crocodile and Gaara.

Shang Qingya shook her head and said no. She said that Patrick Star was a highly educated person, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to design a house in the wabi-sabi style.

Lu Yuan couldn't possibly understand what wabi-sabi style is.

So Shang Qingya patiently explained to him:

"The wabi-sabi style emphasizes imperfection, impermanence, and a sense of time, so the walls are made of micro-cement and exposed brick to create a mottled texture, and the furniture is made of asymmetrical distressed wood..."

"Does this even need designing? My grandfather's old house in the countryside of Nanjiang is in this style."

Lu Yuan listened in a daze.

I only understood two words throughout: "old" and "cement." His grandfather's old house perfectly matched this style.

He even came to a surprising conclusion.

"So my grandpa is Patrick Star."

That's not what I meant!

Shang Qingya showed a speechless expression.

Sure enough, when chatting with Lu Yuan, the conversation would inevitably drift to some inexplicable place.

"Alright, alright, go to work now!"

Shang Qingya rushed to the kitchen, hurriedly took out a large kettle, and somehow got hold of a pink ribbon.

It was hung directly around Lu Yuan's neck.

With my left hand, I gave him a fully charged Bluetooth headset, and with my right hand, I gave him a small plastic box containing washed persimmons.

Then they put the helmet on his head.

Lu Yuan looks exactly like that blank-eyed kitten meme with its hands full of things.

But Shang Qingya didn't stop.

She pulled him downstairs and watched him get on the electric scooter.

He kept giving instructions:

"You need to drink more water, you know! Actually, I didn't like drinking water either."

But the TV shows say that when a person drinks water, all sorts of tiny cells in the body cheer and celebrate the arrival of the water, just like refugees seeing that the imperial court has distributed disaster relief grain again!

So every time I drink water, I imagine the tiny cells in my body dancing in groups, simply happy because they're drinking water. I find it so interesting, so I want to drink more to make them even happier.

Lu Yuan nodded blankly, indicating that he understood.

He felt strange, like he was a primary school student.

But when he looked down at the large water bottle hanging around his neck, he thought being a primary school student was pretty good.

...

Shang Qingya stood there watching Lu Yuan leave, then suddenly covered her mouth and chuckled.

That was close! We almost lost the secret!

Lu Yuan just said that his hometown is in Nanjiang!

She finally managed to get some information out of Lu Yuan!

We can't let Lu Yuan know that he let it slip!

"What a beautiful day!"

Shang Qingya laughed for a long time before walking into the market, finding a stall and pointing directly at the big carp in the water tank.

"Auntie, I'd like a fish!"

"Oh my, Ya Ya, why are you so happy today?"

Everyone at the market knows Shang Qingya.

Mainly because of the long distance, he would offer cigarettes to anyone he met, and when he had nothing to do, he would sit here and chat about this and that, even about knitting sweaters.

They got to know each other well, so everyone who saw him would first put his order away.

Naturally, Shang Qingya also attracted attention.

"I'm in a good mood today, let's celebrate!" Shang Qingya counted the change in her pocket and handed it over.

"How about we get a couple of crabs?"

"That's absolutely not allowed," Shang Qingya waved her hand.

Celebrations should also be conducted within reasonable limits.

Perhaps because she had always struggled to earn everything she had since childhood, she found it difficult to understand why some people could spend other people's money without any burden.

Because she had read a book called "Tuesday Nap Time," in which a boxer's mother said, "Every bite of food she eats tastes like her son being beaten."

She also felt that every bite of food she ate was the taste of Lu Yuan's sweat.

"I'll buy it after I finish my college entrance exams and start earning money!"

"Your college entrance exam is over, Auntie is giving you two!" The aunt waved the towel and waved her hand.

Shang Qingya skipped back, still reminiscing about the day's events.

One of the most fulfilling things in life is showing yourself to people you like.

Otherwise, King You of Zhou would have been setting fires for fun out of boredom.

Whether it's her coming-of-age ceremony or a discussion about design, Shang Qingya is always finding new ways to showcase herself.

Of course she knows the house is rented! It can't be changed!

But you can't rent a place forever, right?

She wanted Lu Yuan to know that she wasn't a useless nobody either.

Another fulfilling thing in life is getting to know the people you like.

When you like someone.

You'll definitely want to know everything about him: his family, upbringing, past, and hobbies.

Even the meaning of a signature, the story behind a photograph, the origin of a catchphrase, and life's vicissitudes.

And the taste of all his tears.

Why he shed tears of sorrow in the dead of night, and why he wept tears of joy when no one was around.

Shang Qingya loves to daydream.

That's all the information I have.

She had already imagined little Lu Yuan playing around in the old house.

Does Lu Yuan, who is so young, speak in a cocky manner? Does he also like to put his hands in his pockets?

Grandpa must scold him a lot!

But as I kept thinking about it...

She suddenly shook her head violently, trying to shake off the image that had formed in her mind.

No, no.

Grandpa isn't Patrick Star! He's not pentagonal!

She stood on the street, shaking her head, and suddenly smiled as she looked at the bustling crowd.

There were many yellow figures in the traffic.

They rushed past in a hurry, barely able to get a clear look.

That man was like that too.

It's like a letter without an address in the crowd.

just now.

This letter finally has an address.