MTL - To Save the Female Supporting Role As My Duty-Chapter 132v2 The miserable female supporting role who saved the Republic of China (8)

Chen Ashuang had the habit of taking a lunch break. When he went upstairs to sleep, Song Lingshu sat downstairs and began to prepare questions for his interview.

Tong Bayue helped Mrs. Chen clean up the kitchen, came out and sat down beside her.

"When are you going back?" Song Lingshu took out a few banknotes from his pocket, "Is the money enough? Are you still with your luggage?"

"Yes, but the purse is lost." Tong Bayuezai counted the number again, "I will return it to you when I return to Shanghai."

"Hmm." Song Lingshu was worried that she would be ripped off again, so she looked around, remembering that many people would sew pockets inside their clothes or even on their pants to stuff money in order to prevent theft. She looked at this beautiful cheongsam and suggested, "Why don't you sew money into your pants too?"

Tong August: "..."

"Then you pack the money separately, and put some in the box, so as not to lose it all at once like this time." Song Lingshu said.

Tong Bayue nodded, her gaze stayed on her paper for a few seconds, and she asked curiously, "You interviewed Mr. Chen today, don't you plan to go back?"

"I have to go to Peking University tomorrow." Song Lingshu lowered his head and wrote the manuscript.

"Peking University?" Tong Bayue blinked, "What are you doing at Peking University?"

"Go and see the students and find a few good seedlings to cooperate with." After finishing speaking, she didn't get a response for a long time. She raised her head and saw Tong Bayue looking at her eagerly, thinking, "You want to go too?"

"Can I go?" Tong August asked.

Song Lingshu: "Yes, yes, but you have to stay by my side, you can't run around, you can't cause trouble."

Tong Bayue nodded immediately, and if she wanted to say who she admired most, it wasn't those high-ranking officials or rich businessmen who didn't have to worry about clothes, but students who could sit in the classroom and go to school. They are pure and clear, with light in their eyes, with a literati style, eloquence, and have the happiest campus time.

The Ruyi class came to Shanghai after a while. She always remembered that the first year she came to Shanghai, the yard she rented was next to a middle school.

Every morning, she practiced her voice and stretched her legs here, and she could hear the morning reading of books over there. Boys and girls shouted to read for the rise of China. hot.

At three o'clock, Chen Ah Shuang got up on time and called Song Lingshu to the study.

Song Lingshu went upstairs with the recording pen, paper and pen, and asked Tong Bayue for help, and went outside to find someone to take pictures.

The interview process was very pleasant, mainly chatting about interesting things in life. Although Song Lingshu was leading the topic, it could be seen that Mr. Chen also had a lot of experience in how to live, and he had unique insights into every plant, every tree, every inch of time. That

"Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books. I have benefited a lot." Song Lingshu said gratefully.

After the interview, she asked the photographer to take a single photo of Mr. Chen and another photo with him.

When she was about to check out, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Tong Bayue's envious expression, she turned her head and asked, "Uncle Chen, would you mind taking another picture with my friend?"

Tong Bayue fell in love with her in surprise. Is this called Uncle Shang?

"Okay, anyway, you pay the money." Chen Ah Shuang said happily.

"Hurry up and take a picture." Song Lingshu gave her a push.

Tong Bayue stood beside Chen A-Shuang happily, looked at Song Lingshu who was standing opposite, and wondered, "Aren't you going to shoot together?"

"Then I'll join in?" Song Lingshu asked tentatively.

"Come on, let's shoot together." Chen A-Shuang called his wife over.

Mrs. Chen took his arm naturally, and Tong Bayue looked at the camera with some embarrassment. This was the first time she was so close to a great writer. At this moment, Song Lingshu's hand suddenly reached out.

She froze for a moment, and looked sideways at the other side's face.

"Look at the camera." Song Lingshu smiled at the camera without looking back.

Tong Bayue immediately turned back, listening to the photographer shouting "three two one", a white light flashed, and there was a bang, leaving behind their smiling faces.

The Chen family left them to finish the meal again, and the dinner was enjoyable until after nine o'clock, when the two got up to leave. Tong August asked Chen Ashuang to sign her name, and then kept holding the signature paper, and Song Lingshu went back to the hotel together.

The hotel owner told them the bad news, because Tong August checked out in the morning, and someone has already moved in, and there are currently no extra vacancies.

And it was so late, it was inconvenient to find a new hotel, and maybe there were no extra vacancies.

"I can only squeeze in my room." Song Lingshu said.

"That's the only way to go. I'm sorry to trouble you again." Tong Bayue followed her into the room, and saw many books on the table, besides Chen Lao's, there were several other writers.

As soon as she put down her luggage, she heard Song Lingshu say, "Are you taking a bath? If you do, go first. I'll sort out the manuscript."

"good."

Song Lingshu took out a pen and paper, and while listening to the recording, sorted out the manuscript. After an unknown amount of time, a shadow came over the table. She turned her head and saw that Tong Bayue had already taken a shower, sat down on the other side with her hair loose, and wiped her hair with a dry towel.

"Isn't it finished yet?" Tong Bayue asked.

"No, there are too many. I just sort it out. The rest has to be taken back to the editorial department." She twisted the pen, put it aside, and rubbed the space between her eyebrows.

Tong Bayue raised her chin, glanced at the paper in front of her, and walked over to her curiously.

The wet hair brushed Song Lingshu's arm. She trembled, touched her arm, and raised her head sideways. She saw her thick and curly eyelashes flickering, and her gaze fell directly on the paper.

"Is it just copying the content of the recording to paper?" Tong Bayue lowered her head and asked her, she was taken aback suddenly, and then realized that the distance between the two was too close, she stood up slightly, "Do you need my help?"

"Do you want to write?"

Tong August nodded.

"Okay, then help me continue writing, I'm going to take a shower."

"Um."

After taking a bath, she walked out with her slippers on, without deliberately lowering her footsteps, but the other party did not respond for a long time.

As expected of an opera actor, the back of this writing is so upright, the hair is draped behind, and the ends of the hair are floating gently on the slender waist.

She stood aside, looked down at the serious profile of the other party, and while pressing the recorder, wrote on the paper, repeating the content in a low voice.

It is said that Tong Bayuesheng's tall and delicate handwriting should be more suitable for her thin gold body, but this handwriting is completely different from her own, round and very cute.

She writes a little slowly, but she writes neatly, stroke by stroke. The word coveted was crossed out, and pinyin was written next to it.

Song Lingshu pointed to that place, and asked with a smile, "Can't you know these two words?"

Tong Bayue stopped writing, blinked her eyes, a little embarrassed: "I can't think of how to write at the moment."

"Then I will teach you?"

Tong Bayue thought for a moment, thinking that her own culture was really limited, and she couldn't make a swollen face to pretend to be fat at this time, so she nodded.

The next moment, a hand covered the back of her hand, wrapped her hand in the palm of her hand, and held the penholder.

Tong Bayue was stunned, turned her head, and looked at the side face of the other party who was close at hand. The other party's eyes were serious, so she had to turn her head to stare at the pen, and slowly wrote two words in their hands.

"Yes?" Song Lingshu turned his head and asked.

Tong Bayue looked into her eyes, nodded her head, and moved her nose twice: "What do you use to wash your hair, it smells so fragrant?"

"Shampoo, imported." Song Lingshu smiled.

"oh."

Before going to bed, Tong Bayue took out a box of cream that was almost used up from the box, and glanced at Song Lingshu who was lying on the bed flipping through the book: "Will you wipe your face?"

"Too lazy to move."

"You're lazy."

Song Lingshu smiled: "Why don't you wipe it for me."

"Think beautifully."

"In any case, I took you in and saved you a lot of room fees. Wouldn't you even do such a small favor?" Song Lingshu joked.

Tong Bayue curled her lips, sat on the edge of the bed with the cream, and rubbed it on her face.

The light was dim and lingering, and two shadows fell on the wall.

After a while, Song Lingshu laughed and said, "It's all right, are you going to rub off my face?"

"Where did you get the shame?" Tong Bayue said unhappily. When she packed up and went to bed, she lifted the book covering Song Lingshu's face, only to find that she had fallen asleep.

"It's amazing." She muttered, blew out the kerosene lamp, and lay down on her side by the bed, but she felt a little insomnia.

It's unbelievable that she actually fell asleep with Yan Xizhi, this was something that was unthinkable before, and it would be fine if the two of them didn't fight.

However, after getting along with her for this period of time, she found that although this man's words were not forgiving, he had a good heart.

In a daze, she closed her eyes, and just about to fall into a deep sleep, suddenly someone kicked her back.

With a plop, she fell off the bed, sat up in disbelief, and stared at Song Lingshu with killing eyes.

Song Lingshu heard the movement, opened his eyes, and was taken aback for a moment: "What are you doing crawling on the ground? The lights are turned off, and you still not sleeping?"

Tong Bayue was so angry that she got up and covered her face with the quilt.

"Mmmmmmm—!"

In the end, Song Lingshu was squeezed to the side of the bed, and said aggrievedly: "What are you doing, are you sleepwalking?"

Tong Bayue turned over and didn't want to say a word to her at all!

The next day, Song Lingshu washed and dressed energetically. While having breakfast, she wondered, "Aren't you looking forward to going to Peking University? Why don't you look happy?"

Tong Bayue took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun viciously, glanced at her, and took another big mouthful of soy milk from the bowl.

"You drink my soy milk." Song Lingshu said.

"puff-"

Song Lingshu wiped the soy milk splashed on his face, and washed his face again cursingly: "I really admire you, Tong Bayue! You have a grudge against me, right?"

Not only was Tong Bayue not angry, but on the contrary she was somewhat happy, watching her back bending over to wash her face happily, and eating an extra steamed stuffed bun.

Teacher Qin from the Chinese Department was a friend of Yan Zhenggang, so Song Lingshu asked him to recommend students when he first arrived in Beiping. Teacher Qin was also very happy and asked her to go to school today to meet her in person.

"This is Peking University..." Tong Bayue stood in front of the school gate, looking up for a long time, "It's really impressive."

Song Lingshu waited for a while before waiting for Teacher Qin. The two exchanged a few pleasantries before leading them into the campus.

Tong Bayue has been to many noble mansions and seen many foreign-style things, so she has seen the world. But today, it was like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. Everything she saw was so novel, whether it was buildings or flowers and trees, she wanted to take a closer look.

The students passed by in twos and threes, and when they saw the teacher, they stopped and called out to Teacher Qin, and waited for the teacher to leave first before continuing to move forward.

Tong Bayue secretly looked at their clothes, the clean school uniforms were very nice.

Before entering the office, Song Lingshu looked back at Tong Bayue who was still full of thoughts, and whispered: "I want to talk to Teacher Qin about something serious. If you are bored, why don't you go to the school by yourself?"

Tong Bayue nodded: "Okay."

"Go."

Tong Bayue turned around and left, and when she reached the end, she couldn't help speeding up her pace, passing a corner of her clothes at the corner, and then disappeared.

Song Lingshu smiled and stepped into the office. There were already several students waiting inside, both male and female.

After more than an hour, Song Lingshu got their addresses and contact information, as well as their manuscripts, and if they are suitable, they will reach a cooperation.

She chatted well with this group of people until noon, and the students even invited her to the cafeteria for dinner. She said, "Go first, I have to find my friends first."

"Okay, Ms. Yan will remember to come to the cafeteria to meet us later. I also want to ask you about Shanghai." A girl said with a smile.

"no problem."

Song Lingshu separated from them and began to look for Tong Bayue. In fact, it is easy to find. Although there are so many students on campus, today there is only one beauty wearing an embroidered cheongsam.

Not far away, I saw the beauty sitting in the gazebo, listening to a group of students discussing poetry collections.

She stood for a while, Tong Bayue found her figure, got up and walked over here.

A gust of autumn wind swept by, and the fallen leaves on the ground rolled up and floated elsewhere.

A piece of paper blew past Tong Bayue, she picked it up, and walked to the female student in front: "Here."

"Thank you." The female student squatted on the ground, took her paper, and continued to pick up other papers.

Seeing this, Tong Bayue helped to pick up the farthest one that was blown off.

Song Lingshu stepped forward, just so happened that the female student also came over with a stack of books, and took the paper from Tong Bayue's hand: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Tong Bayue smiled.

Song Lingshu: "Ah!"

Both Tong Bayue and the female student looked at her suspiciously.

Song Lingshu carefully sized up the female student, with short ear-length hair, clean and beautiful facial features, and extraordinary fortitude in her eyes... Isn't this the heroine Zhu Yan? !

But Yanxi City never took her to the Yan family, so she didn't know the rest of the Yan family at all, and she didn't have the money to go to the theater, so she didn't know the two of them.

Tong Bayue looked at the startled Song Lingshu: "What's the matter?"

Song Lingshu shook his head.

"Aren't you students here?" Zhu Yan asked looking at their outfits.

"Well, we're here to handle business." Song Lingshu paused, and then said, "You're not wearing a Peking University uniform, aren't you a student here?"

"Well, we are organized by a community organization to exchange and study with the clubs of Peking University."

"What a coincidence!" Song Lingshu smiled sarcastically.

Tong Bayue was puzzled: "What a coincidence?"

Zhu Yan also looked at her suspiciously.

"Coincident...it's just a coincidence—we're all women!" Song Lingshu said anxiously, "Do you think it's a coincidence?"

Tong August: "..."

Zhu Yan nodded stiffly: "That's quite a coincidence..."

"You don't need to listen to her, she's not normal here sometimes." Tong Bayue pointed to her brain.

Zhu Yan pursed his lips and smiled lightly.

"Hey, save me some face." Song Lingshu gave her a push, but Tong Bayue was wearing high heels, and with this push, she fell a few steps to the side: "Hey—"

Song Lingshu was startled, and immediately stretched out his hand to pull her. After grabbing her hand, he quickly pulled her back. Tong Bayue was forced to turn around and returned to her arms.

Song Lingshu: "..."

Tong August: "..."

Song Lingshu always felt that something should be done at this time, so she silently raised their hands.

Tong August: "..."

Zhu Yan, who witnessed the whole process, watched them dance in a circle in front of him in a daze, and carefully reminded Tong Bayue: "I don't know how to dance, but if I guess correctly, should you do a circle next? "

"Yeah, I've been raising my hand for a long time." Song Lingshu said.

Tong Bayue twirled stiffly in Song Lingshu's hand, and immediately came to her senses - ahhhhhh! What the **** am I doing!