Zheng Xiaowen came into the department store, and she bought a few pairs of thick socks for her parents and herself.

She looked at the socks, remembered Yang Yilin, remembered the day she fished, Yang Yilin spent so much money for her, she didn't think much in her heart, so she bought two pairs of thick socks for her Jinlan brother Yang Yilin.

When she bought thick gloves for herself, she stared at men's gloves again, she bought herself a pair of thick gloves, and also bought a pair of Yang Yilin, and then went up to the second floor.

The last time Zheng Xiaowen came to the department store to buy wool for Yang Yilin, she took a fancy to two colors and only bought one.

Today, she looked at that kind of red bean paste wool again, and wanted to give Yang Yilin another sweater and let him replace it, she thought about it, hesitated, and didn't buy it.

Suddenly, she remembered the long gray-white scarf that had just become popular in Huayuan City last winter, and she felt that the boy was particularly elegant and good-looking, so she bought this silver-white wool with long hair without thinking, and then went downstairs and went home.

In the afternoon, Zheng Xiaowen went to the study again, she was sitting on the chair on the west side of the large square table, knitting Yang Yilin's sweater and reading the book, she suddenly remembered the matter of writing songs, and said in her heart:

I don't read books anymore, when I was talking to Lin Jing on the street today, didn't I say that I came back to write lyrics, but now that I think about it, I suddenly have words to write in my heart, okay, I'll write it immediately!

She got up and went to the desk to get paper and pen, and sat down in front of the square table, she picked up the manuscript paper and prepared to write, and suddenly found that on the reverse side of the manuscript paper, there were densely concave pen marks:

Neither my father nor my mother has the habit of using manuscript paper backwards, so what's going on?

She didn't think about it any further, and then turned the manuscript paper over, knitted a sweater, and wrote lyrics about how to honor her parents......

Zheng Xiaowen wrote the lyrics of honoring her parents, and she felt very sour when she read it, and her tears dripped onto the paper.

She thought to herself: When her father comes back from out of town and sings this song to the family, she should use the guitar accompaniment and sing as easily as possible.

She named this song of filial piety to her parents "Smiling and Filial Piety to Your Parents".

As long as she sat for an hour, she would move her body, she put down her sweater, got up and walked around the house, stretched out her arms and kicked her legs, sat down and picked up her sweater and was about to knit it, when the doorbell rang, and she thought, "Who could this be?"

Zheng Xiaowen opened the door and saw that it was Qiao Xiang, and said to Qiao Xiang happily:

"Move your car in, you go to the study, I'll go to the east courtyard to see Dahei, and I'll come over immediately." She went to the East Garden.

When Qiao Xiang entered the study, he saw a sweater that was about to be knitted on the large square table, a game of chess that had gone away, a ballpoint pen, and manuscript paper full of small characters.

He said in his heart: Yo, Xiaowen is so busy at home!

Suddenly, Zheng Xiaowen's women's work attracted him, and he reached out and picked up the sweater he was knitting, and the sweater was stretched flat and loosened.

When he looked at it, he couldn't help but say to himself in surprise:

"Ah, this is Xiaowen's skillful hand knitted sweater! This pattern is really beautiful! Her hand is skillful, look at this sweater, it's beautiful!

"I think I wear this size just right, if this is for me Qiao Xiang, it would be great!" The sky on his face suddenly darkened, shaking his head and sighing, "Alas!

"Well, this sweater belongs to her dad? Oh, maybe, cough, who else could there be? Maybe it's knitted for his dad, hehe!"

The cloudy sky on Qiao Xiang's face, the dark clouds drifted over and revealed the sunshine, and he smiled and put the sweater back in its place.

He walked around the room, looking at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, praising in his heart, waiting for Zheng Xiaowen.

Zheng Xiaowen came into the study, she smiled at Qiao Xiang and said:

"Isn't the unit busy in the afternoon?"

"Not busy. ”

Qiao Xiang still wanted to speak, but somehow, he was a little panicked, he didn't find the words for a while, and he didn't say anything again.

Zheng Xiaowen saw that the square table was too messy, thinking that her classmates were coming, so she didn't knit sweaters anymore, she packed up and took the sweater, motioned to the chair on the west side and said:

"Qiao Xiang, sit down, I'll put the sweater in the Westinghouse. ”

After she finished speaking, she thought: Can't let Qiao Xiang sit still, she went to the desk drawer, took her newly written lyrics "Sun and Moon Great Textile", and gave it to Qiao Xiang.

She pointed to the "Smiling and Filial Piety to Parents" just written on the Dafang table, and said to Qiao Xiang:

"Look at it. She finished and went to the West Wing.

Qiao Xiang looked at Zheng Xiaowen's back when he went out, he smiled embarrassedly and said, "Can I change what you wrote?" ”

Qiao Xiang quickly finished reading the two lyrics, and he said in his heart: Xiaowen has written so many lyrics, why haven't I seen her write love lyrics and sing love songs?

Ding dong...... The Zheng family's doorbell rang again.

Zheng Xiaowen took Qin Zixi into the study and said, "Zixi, who do you see here?"

As soon as Qin Zixi entered the door of the study, he saw Qiao Xiang, his heart slammed suddenly, and he quickly said with a smile: "Qiao Xiang, hello!"

When Qiao Xiang saw Qin Zixi, his heart also sank suddenly, but he still hurriedly responded: "Okay, okay, let's all be fine!"

The two older boys were wondering in their hearts: Why did he come? Did he come by Xiaowen?

Zheng Xiaowen let Qin Zixi sit down on the chair in front of the desk, and sat on the chair on the east side of the square table.

The three of them talked for a while, and Qiao Xiang and Qin Zixi both felt in their hearts: This didn't find anything abnormal?

Qin Zixi stood up and walked around the room, looking at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, he saw the chess on the square table in a blink of an eye, he hurriedly came over and said:

"Qiao Xiang, let's play a game of chess!"

Zheng Xiaowen didn't wait for Qiao Xiang to speak, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to protect the chess pieces and said:

"Don't move this chess piece, this is a chess game that my father and I haven't finished playing, my father has gone to study in other places, and when my father comes back, we have to continue playing, and we have to decide whether to win or lose." ”

Oh, Yang Yilin's lyrics are really not written or sung wrongly, Zheng Xiaowen is really a simple and beautiful girl!

You Zheng Xiaowen can remember the position of the chess pieces, and when they have played, you can put the flag in its original position, hey?

Zheng Xiaowen is a person, if you want to talk about reading and learning, it is really too smart, if you want to say that you can write and sing, you can also write and sing!

When it comes to musical instruments, she also learns what and what she knows!

If you put her in the twist and turn of the curve, let her be flexible, especially in terms of personnel communication, she is so naïve, there is no way, she brought it by nature!

Let's tell the truth again: her calligraphy, painting ability, and skills are also innate!

The talent brought by innate is easy to display and play.

The clumsiness brought by congenitality, she just works hard, there may be some progress, and it is difficult to achieve the ideal!

Zheng Xiaowen said to the two again: "If you two want to play chess, I'll go get you Go!"

Qin Zixi hurriedly said: "Don't take it, don't take it, I won't play Go." ”

Qiao Xiang smiled and said, "I don't know how to play Go." ”

"Then what do you want to play?" Zheng Xiaowen thought about it and said, "Hey, there are pomegranates wrapped in cotton on the trees in this courtyard, let's go pick pomegranates and eat!"

"Don't go. Qiao Xiang sat still and didn't move, he said, "We're all such big people, Auntie is there, and the pomegranates are so expensive, how embarrassed to pick them!"

Zheng Xiaowen walked out the door and said with a smile: "You don't dare to pick it, I'll pick it for you!" She went out the door.

Qin Zixi was behind Zheng Xiaowen, and hurriedly followed, saying, "I'll pick it too." ”

Zheng Xiaowen and Qin Zixi, the two of them took a few freshly picked pomegranates and went to the east wing.

Qin Zixi saw Mother Zheng and hurriedly said, "Auntie, are you still busy?"

Mother Zheng said with a smile: "I'm going to prepare croquettes, don't go, I'll eat dinner here." ”

Qin Zixi took the pomegranate cut by Zheng Xiaowen, and quickly replied:

"Okay, Auntie, you stop eating a pomegranate first, you see, how good the pomegranate is growing now. As he spoke, he handed the broken pomegranate to Zheng's mother.

Zheng's mother took the pomegranate and said, "Are your father and mother all right?"

"My dad and mom are in good health. Qin Zixi said, "My mother is retired, and my father is still at work." ”

Zheng Xiaowen took the freshly cut pomegranate and said to Qin Zixi, "Let's go, Qiao Xiang is still waiting in the study." ”

Mother Zheng saw the two people coming out of the door of the east wing, and muttered to herself behind them:

"Isn't it, there's another one in the study, alas!

"This Nini can't find a boyfriend, my father and mother are worried, there are more boys in the house......?