The moon is curved and so am I

"It's true that I didn't come to talk to you about work. The Spring Festival holiday is coming to an end, don't you plan to go home and have a look?" Jiang Ruming asked casually after taking the coffee that Tang Qingrang handed over.

"I plan to go back to see my sister in the afternoon, but I haven't decided yet," Tang Qingrang replied truthfully, watching Jiang Ruming holding a coffee cup to keep warm.

"No decision?" Jiang Ruming asked with some doubts.

"My parents have passed away, and she is the only one left in the family. There are too many things that can't be explained in a few words, and Miss Jiang doesn't need to know too much." Tang Qingrang responded after a pause.

She really doesn't want to reveal those past events again, not to mention that the relationship between her and Jiang Ruming is not good enough to understand each other's past. She admits that she did send someone to investigate Jiang Ruming, but they are all selfish. After she knew something about Jiang Ruming's past, she had to tell him about herself.

Jiang Ruming circled the delicate hair twice, and then took another sip of coffee. How could she not understand that Tang Qingrang didn't want to tell her the reason?But she just wanted to pretend that she didn't understand, and see what the other party would do.

"You can make a long story short, since the only sister in the family is still there, shouldn't you go back to accompany her on this kind of festival?" Jiang Ruming put down his glass, looked up at Tang Qingrang and asked.

"This has something to do with the most important person I've ever had, and I can't tell you," Tang Qingrang replied after another two seconds of silence.

"The most important person?" Jiang Ruming whispered.

With her arms crossed, she leaned on the sofa and looked lazily at the woman in front of her in a half-legged sitting posture. Because she took off her scarf, her delicate collarbone was exposed to the air, and the air conditioner was turned on very high. Jiang Ruming didn't feel cold at all, but rather hot and dry.

"Then why did Miss Jiang come to see me today?" Seeing the other party's thoughtful look, Tang Qingrang subconsciously changed the subject and asked.

"Come to find someone to spend the holidays with...no other meaning." After Jiang Ruming finished the first half of the sentence, he felt that it was inappropriate, and then added another sentence.

"Huh? Why didn't you find someone else?" Tang Qingrang asked with a slight smile.

"Who else is as idle as you these days?" Jiang Ruming heard the teasing meaning in Tang Qingrang's words, so he deliberately emphasized the idle word, and turned back.

"So Miss Jiang came all the way to find me, an idler, wouldn't it be more idle?" Tang Qingrang said seriously.

"..." Jiang Ruming was blocked by Tang Qing's words and couldn't refute them. She still couldn't talk to the other party.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore, if I really go back to see her in the afternoon, will you also follow me?"

"Mr. Tang is willing, I will go naturally"

Tang Qing made the corners of her mouth rise even more. She knew that the woman in front of her was losing her temper again, otherwise she wouldn't call her Mr. Tang in a proper manner.

"Then let's go together, by the way...my sister has a slight language barrier and speaks very slowly." Tang Qingrang said after thinking about it.

Jiang Ruming was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, but she still had one thing she didn't understand. Since Tang Qingrang knew that her sister had language dysfunction, why didn't she take her over and settle down by her side?

She just thought about this kind of question in her heart, and it was impossible to ask Tang Qingrang directly.

The distance is much closer than imagined, but it takes only one hour to reach the foot of the mountain.

Jiang Ruming looked outside, and found that the winding mountain road was built flat, and the cement was paved tightly, which shows how well protected this area is.

Tang Qingrang was driving while holding the starry sky lollipop that Jiang Ruming gave her in her mouth. Although she thought it looked childish, the lollipop tasted really good and it wasn't particularly greasy.

Along the way, more than a dozen guards stood aside, bowing respectfully to Tang Qingrang. Jiang Ruming found that even if the Jiang family hadn't fallen down before, it was still a bit too late to reach the level of the Tang family. Father was self-made.

After arriving at the destination, a housekeeper in a black tuxedo came from the gate. She wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on her face. Under her gentle facial features, those deep eyes seemed to be eye-catching. Not to the end.

"Miss, you are here. Second Miss is copying Wang Xizhi's Lanting Preface in the room. Do you want to see her first?" The housekeeper also respected Tang Qingrang, but his attitude was obviously not as humble as those guards at the door.

She exuded a unique temperament, without any sense of restraint, she took the key handed over by Tang Qingrang, and asked with a smile.

"En..." After Tang Qingrang gave a simple and clear one-word response, he took Jiang Ruming into the home that she hadn't been to for more than half a year.

The house looks very retro, and the tea sets inside all reveal the smell of books, the tables and chairs are made of sandalwood, and there is no one else in the empty living room except for a few servants.

"In such a big house, isn't she lonely?" Jiang Ruming looked around and asked.

"There are many maids, and the housekeeper can also accompany her. What's the point of being lonely?" Tang Qingrang said vaguely, deliberately twisting Jiang Ruming's words.

Jiang Ruming didn't say anything more, and felt that the room was too deserted and not suitable for a little girl to live in.

"You really want to see my sister?" Tang Qing asked, glancing back at Jiang Ruming.

"Didn't you come back just to see her?" Jiang Ruming asked with a smile.

Although this is true, Tang Qingrang always felt that Jiang Ruming cared too much about his sister, and felt a little uncomfortable.

But for the sake of saving face, she didn't say anything, but went to the door of the study with Jiang Ruming in silence, and saw Tang Qingzhu who was writing.

The girl has a handsome face, a straight body, and holds a brush with her slender fingers, carefully writing large characters on the rice paper one after another, looking vigorous and powerful.

Tang Qingzhu heard the movement outside the door. It was the sound of high heels stepping on the wooden floor. The hand holding the pen trembled slightly. Is she here?

The moment she turned her head, she saw Tang Qingrang's figure, and that familiar face appeared in front of her again. She put down the brush, and ran to Tang Qingrang's side with some choking tears, and hugged him.

"Sister...I thought...you...wouldn't come back this Spring Festival this year" Tang Qingzhu said intermittently while holding back tears.

Tang Qingrang sighed helplessly, and finally hugged Tang Qingzhu and rubbed the other person's head. It seemed that this little guy really missed himself...

The author has something to say: Xiao Jiang: "Come and hug such a clean girl" (Looking at Xiao Zhu with a doting smile)

Xiao Tang: "You don't even hug me"

Tomorrow is my birthday, and it’s another person’s birthday, I have to work harder, I hope you are happy every day