chapter 9 Natelie

An Natelie An's smile was like a flash in the pan.

Seeing Marcus Lin looking at her, she quickly lowered her head. A few strands of black hair on both sides of her cheeks fell in front of her, covering a little of her face. "There are no ingredients at home, I'm going to buy groceries."

"Together."

As soon as An Natelie An stood up, Marcus Lin stood up right after him.

Next, is the second link of the plan.

Cook!

If you want to weaken the loneliness in An Natelie An heart, you can only fill it with other things.

Her heart is so big. When happiness hits, the loneliness accumulated in the past will naturally weaken.

As for how to give a Natelie An a sense of happiness, it can be summed up in six words.

The simpler, the happier.

Most people say that life is not that simple.

But life is composed of meals and various trivial matters.

The reason why people today are tired of living is because they have too many mental shackles.

The simpler something is, the more it can radiate its inner nature.

Great complexity is like simplicity, great beauty is like plainness.

"Wait me a moment."

An Natelie An lay on the ground and took out an iron can from under the bed.

Seeing this tin can, a faint smile appeared on her cheek.

Opening the tin can, coins and banknotes of various denominations were poured on the floor.

At a rough glance, there should be thousands of dollars.

Marcus Lin knelt down and looked at a pile of coins on the ground, "Did you save all this money?"

"Um."

An Natelie An smiled sincerely, "It costs a lot of money to go to college, so I started saving money since my freshman year in high school."

"Then where does all this money come from?"

"I'm working part-time."

These three simple words made Marcus Lin feel even more sorry for the girl in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel bitterness in his throat, "What to do?"

An Natelie An sorted out the change on the ground and whispered: "When I was a freshman in high school, I was not yet sixteen years old, and those who hired temporary workers did not dare to hire me. At that time, I could only rely on the money the dean remitted at the beginning of each month. Monthly money to survive.”

Speaking of this, she smiled happily, "However, since my second year of high school, I have not received money from the dean. Every Sunday I go to the library in the city center to help organize books. I can earn fifty yuan a day, excluding weekdays. The remaining expenses were saved.”

An Natelie An said it happily, but Marcus Lin felt uncomfortable hearing it. He never expected that An Natelie An's life would be so difficult.

While going to school, I worked part-time to save for college expenses.

At this moment, many questions were answered.

No wonder An Natelie An always wears school uniform, no wonder her lunch is so simple.

"Natelie."

"well?"

An Natelie An pointed to his nose with his right hand, his tone full of uncertainty, "Did you just... call me?"

"Yes, I will call you Natelie from now on."

"No……"

"Don't refuse."

Seeing that An Natelie An was about to refuse, Marcus Lin quickly gave the reason, "Calling you by your name or Classmate An seems too harsh, and you don't like calling me Teacher An. Natelie is the most appropriate title. It's not too much to call friends like this." Bar?"

"But……"

"Aren't we friends?"

"Forget it?"

Meeting Marcus Lin's gaze, An Natelie An murmured softly: "But even if we are friends, we can't call them that... Can we change the name?"

The corners of Marcus Lin mouth twitched vaguely.

This girl is good at everything, but she likes to be more serious.

Seeing that Marcus Lin didn't speak, An Natelie An suggested tentatively: "Actually, it's good to call me Classmate An, otherwise..."

"Okay, Natelie."

An Natelie An bit his lip lightly, "It's not good to call it that."

Marcus Lin continued to choose silence.

He understands the temperament of girls, and sometimes they have to be thick-skinned.

For example, now.

An Natelie An red lips opened slightly, but she didn't say the word of rejection once she reached her lips, as if she had accepted her fate.

She picked up a fifty-dollar note and put all the money back into the tin box.

Then, she frowned, took out a fifty-yuan note from the iron box again, and moved her jade lips slightly.

Marcus Lin ears twitched and he faintly heard: "One hundred yuan should be enough."

In an instant, goosebumps appeared on his back.

According to An Natelie An, she had saved the money in the tin can for two and a half years.

Normally, she only eats rice and vegetables, but in order to treat him to a meal, she was willing to spend a hundred yuan to buy vegetables.

Marcus Lin didn't know how to describe this feeling.

An Natelie An stuffed the tin can under the bed and handed the two banknotes in his hand to Marcus Lin

"Here, take it."

"What's the meaning?"

"When you buy groceries, you pay."

Marcus Lin suppressed the trembling in his heart, "Why?"

An Natelie An clapped his fingers and said, "Girls pay, boys will be embarrassed."

The innocent words and the clear eyes became the last straw that broke Marcus Lin's inner defense. He turned his back, raised his hand and moved quickly.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"fine."

Marcus Lin turned around and replied with a smile: "Suddenly I feel my eyes are itchy, please rub them."

An Natelie An believed it, "Are you going to buy groceries now?"

"good."

A few minutes later, the two came to the nearby vegetable market.

It was noon now, and the weather was hot, so there were no people in the huge vegetable market.

Some vendors buying vegetables lay on the stone platform and took a nap.

An Natelie An came to this place often and took Marcus Lin around with ease.

Marcus Lin originally wanted to show off his bargaining skills, but found out that the vendors at these stalls were very friendly towards An Natelie An.

The dishes sold to her are basically at cost price, or even lower than cost price.

After walking around, Marcus Lin hands were filled with plastic bags.

Before leaving, the pork stall owner called Marcus Lin in a low voice.

The stall owner looked to be in his forties. He glanced cautiously at An Natelie An, who was selecting meat not far away, and said worriedly: "Young man, you belong to this girl..."

"classmate."

Marcus Lin answered proactively.

The stall owner smiled and nodded, the smile in his eyes was self-evident, and he deliberately lowered his voice, "This girl has a hard life, you can't bully her."

"I think so."

The stall owner seemed very satisfied with Marcus Lin's answer and said that this time the order would be waived.

In the end, An Natelie An finally gave the money after repeated insistence.

On the way back, An Natelie An was in a very excited mood, surrounded by Marcus Lin who was chattering and asking him whether he liked braised pork or twice-cooked pork.

Marcus Lin couldn't help but laugh.

An Natelie An stopped and said, "Why are you laughing?"

Marcus Lin didn't hide it, "You look a little different now than usual."

"Have it?"

"have."

"What's the difference?"

"I'm a little less reserved and a little more cheerful; I'm in a good state, keep it up."

An Natelie An lowered his head in embarrassment and returned to his previous appearance, "The reason why I am happy is because I have delicious food."

Marcus Lin leaned forward, "Is this the only reason?"

"if not?"

"..."

Marcus Lin sighed in his heart.

This girl can be called a mudslide among girls.

"Natelie, go home."

An Natelie An stood there without moving, the word ' Natelie' repeated in her ears over and over again. She stared blankly at Marcus Lin's back, with waves of light flowing in her eyes, and a layer of light mist gradually appeared. .

Marcus Lin just took a few steps and realized that An Natelie An had not followed, so he shouted without looking back: "Follow."

"coming."

The pear dimples are outlined on both sides of the cheeks of the Natelie An, which are like tea soaked in a clear spring, refreshing the heart and mind.

After catching up with Marcus Lin, the two walked side by side.

Along with the cry of cicadas, the two figures gradually moved away.

Return to the rental house.

Marcus Lin immediately said that he wanted to cook, but An Natelie An sternly refused.

"No, you are a guest, how can you let the guest cook?"

Marcus Lin did not compromise, "You give me tutoring, you spend money to buy food, and then I let you cook. What have I become? A landlord who exploits people and makes money?"

"But……"

"No but, I will do it."

Marcus Lin pointed to the single sofa beside him, "Sit down and rest, hurry up!"

An Natelie An curled his lips.

If I remember correctly, it seems that she is the owner...