Xing Youyou stopped, and pretended to be a little old man and stroked his non-existent beard, admittedly as if I had seen everything.

After Xing Youqian listened, little stars flashed in his eyes, and he clapped his hands snapped: "Little sister, you are so powerful, so smart." ”

Xing Youliang sat on the edge of the bed, supporting his legs with both hands, with an inexplicable look on his face, he scooped up the little arrogant little ghost on the ground, and scraped her nose playfully: "Little man~, big brother knows, big brother is not thoughtful enough, but your brother Tian Ye and Principal Jiang are too pitiful." ”

Xing Youqian stood under the edge of the bed, his big eyes slightly moistened: "Well, Brother Tian Ye is so good, and he has to be bullied by bad people, and Teacher Jiang is still sick, so pitiful, little sister, let's help them." ”

Xing Youyou sighed in her heart, why didn't she want to help them, but it was difficult for Qing officials to cut off family affairs, and she had no good way, not to mention that her own family was also old and small, their family was a family of eunuchs, and Tian Ye was also the second generation of officials, and he didn't know how much better his life was than his own family, even if it was the status in the future, the life was only high. For the messy relationship of his family, just like in the TV series, it can be regarded as a companion of the upper class, it is his own business, and it is also what he must face.

"But what can we do?"

Xing Youqian was silent, and Xing Youliang didn't speak.

On the afternoon of the second day, Xing Youqian sat on the desk and kept twisting around, the open book had not been touched for an hour, and the words on the book were getting more and more crooked, and he was about to put down the pen in his hand when he suddenly felt a pain in the top of his head, and couldn't help but inhale: "It hurts, why are you beating me again, big brother?"

"Look at your handwriting, it's crooked, like an earthworm crawling, write it for me. ”

Xing Youqian couldn't help but pursed his lips, and his small eyes flicked to Xing Youyou next to him, "This is too unfair, look at your baby sister, she slept so much that her saliva flowed into the notebook, and if you don't talk about her, you know that you are bullying me." ”

Xing Youliang looked at Xing Youyou, only to see her crawling on the desk, sleeping soundly, the skin on her face was fair and tender, the closed eyelashes were long and curled, like two small fans gently covering the white skin, it was so cute that she was like an angel sent by heaven to mortal earth, her small mouth pouted slightly, and occasionally chewed, it seemed that she had some delicious dream, but the corners of her mouth were flowing with bright silk threads, and the silk threads dripped down the corners of her mouth to the book, which made people feel funny but cute tightly. Xing Youliang was always reluctant to wake her up, knowing that she had always been more sleepy because of the secret realm.

"Yes, that's right, but look at your sister's words, and then look at your words, are you ashamed?"

Xing Youqian tilted his small body, took out the book under Xing Youyou's body, wiped the water stains on it, and turned the pages page by page, the more he rolled his eyes, the brighter he became, and the brighter he rolled his eyes.

"How is it? see your own shortcomings, my little sister studied two years later than you, beautiful!"

"That's, don't look at whose sister it is, it's our little sister, of course it's better than me, it's not surprising. ”

Xing Youliang, who wanted to take the opportunity to inspire his younger brother's diligence and studiousness, choked, it seemed that this was the opposite effect, but it was also true, his little sister was naturally no one could compare, and even if he was dry.

If Xing Youyou was awake and saw the proud expressions on the faces of her two elder brothers, she would definitely be speechless for a while, this is still called beautiful?

When Xing Youyou woke up, her brothers were no longer in the house, she rubbed her eyes and walked outside, looked up at the blue sky, and saw that the sun had gone to the west, thinking that it was at least three or four o'clock, and she couldn't help but stand under the eaves and sighed, "The sky is really blue." ”

Song, who was sweeping the yard, saw her sleepy-eyed appearance, stopped the big broom in his hand, and said with a smile: "Look at you like that, you are still in a trance, and your hair is also messed up, go and take out the comb, and I will comb it for you." ”

Xing Youyou is willing, she likes her grandmother to comb her hair, one by one, gently passing through her scalp, which makes her squint comfortably every time, she can even feel the temperature in her grandmother's hand, and the loving smile on her face.

"Our family's hair is so smooth, similar to your mother's hair, she was like you when she was a child, she liked to let me comb her hair in the yard, and she combed it until she was eighteen years old and got married, and now I can comb her daughter's hair again, it's great. ”

Xing Youyou felt her hair flowing in her hands, gently, so gently, but she felt sour, she couldn't help but say: "Then grandma, you have to keep combing my hair, I keep my hair, don't cut it, comb it until I'm 18, 28, 38, and keep combing until I'm bald." ”

At this time, Xing Youyou heard a giggling sound coming from overhead.

"You think beautifully, hurry up and comb your hair, hurry up and go to your brother's house in Sichuan, your brothers have already gone to gather, and when everyone is ready, you will go to the town to watch a movie together." ”

"Grandma, what about you? Aren't you going? Come with us. Xing Youyou held his hand and begged.

"Grandma didn't go to join in the excitement, there were many people and noisy, but the house was quiet. ”

When Xing Youyou came to Zhang's house, there were already a lot of people in the spacious courtyard, in addition to Xing Youqian, Xing Youliang, Xiao Wu, Fu Xiaojian, Xiao Huan and Zhang Xiaochuan, Teacher Peng and Teacher Wang also brought several children from the village, all of whom were noisily going to the town to watch movies together. The children in the yard were laughing and playing, and Teacher Wang and Teacher Peng Fang, who were the team leaders, kept greeting each other, for fear that they would be injured by the fight. Zhang Xiaochuan stood far away, coldly watching the bustle of the group of people in the courtyard, his breath was out of place, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Yoyo, you're here, let's go quickly, otherwise we won't be able to shut up these troublemakers. Teacher Peng Fang said.

Looking at this lively scene, Xing Youyou nodded and was happy, but he didn't want to be hugged by a pair of hands behind him, smelling the faint familiar fragrance coming from behind him, Xing Youyou shouted in her immature childish voice: "Brother Xiaochuan~"

The person behind him didn't speak, just hugged her small body tightly in front of him, Xing Youyou only felt that the cold breath of the person behind him became warm after a long time, and shouted his name again, and the other party put her on the ground.

"Yoyo, you said you are so old, why do you still smell like milk before?"

Peng Fang also went up to the wall and sniffed at Xing Youyou, and said with a smile: "It's really true, there is a faint smell of milk, haven't you been weaned yet?"

Zhang Xiaochuan hugged her and chuckled at her frustrated little face.

Xing Youyou originally thought that there were so many people in Xiaochuan's house who should be uninvited guests to him, but he was somewhat resistant in his heart, thinking that his cold eyes and cold breath before were all because of these children, after all, their parents had done quite excessive things to their Zhang family in the village, so he thought that he was thinking too much, but when he suddenly heard him ridicule himself, he couldn't react at once.

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