In the evening, Wushuang came to pick her up, first went to her grandmother's house to eat dumplings and then went home.

On the way, Ziniu looked at her phone from time to time, Wushuang knew that she was waiting for her February exam results, and the teacher said that the results would be put in the student group tonight and asked them to summarize first.

Traffic light, Wushuang reached over to wipe her forehead, and sweat. When he came, Ziniu had just come back from the library, drenched in sweat, and he didn't run away when he saw it. Zhang Chun and the staff put her things in the back seat, and at the same time told which bag was fried stinky tofu, which bag was what condiment, and asked Wushuang to go back and get her to eat.

Zi Niu crawled over and sat on his lap, Wushuang said that the red light was not long, but he didn't stop it, and took out two pieces of paper to wipe the sweat on the back of her neck. Ziniu hugged him, his mouth was close to his ear, and Wushuang smiled, "Let's talk about it when the results come out," Ziniu grabbed him by the collar and shook it, "Okay, don't regret it!" The red light turned green, and Wushuang patted her waist, "Let's go." Ziniu still obediently slid down, his hand still holding his collar, "I can't go back!" "What's the matter, it's not some nonsense of hers......

Grandma can only see her once in half a month now, and it's rare to see her once, hugging and talking endlessly.

Wushuang was brushing the dishes in the kitchen, Zi Niu ran in and pulled out a pen from the purse on his shirt chest and ran out, using this pen to draw Peppa Pig is particularly round and beautiful.

This is a Montblanc fountain pen and a limited edition in memory of Kafka.

Kafka is the unparalleled hero of words.

Yes, Wushuang has the habit of carrying a pen with him, and now everything is electronic, and handwriting still has his original intention.

Handwriting is humane, holding the pen, the tip of the pen is scratched across the paper, leaving black or other colors of handwriting, making a rustling sound. When you're done, put a pen on it, fold the paper, stuff it in an envelope, walk to the post office, drop it in the mailbox, and imagine the recipient tearing open the envelope, opening the paper, and seeing the black or other colored handwriting. Every step of the way, it's a human taste.

Handwriting also cultivates beauty. If you write too much, you may be able to write beautifully. When the characters are written beautifully, you will have a sense of the important components of beauty such as lines, shapes, colors, space, and literature.

Again, handwriting is the simplest joy. Someone asked Hua Luogeng why he studied mathematics, and he said that learning mathematics is simple, a pen and a piece of paper are enough. In fact, the simplest happiness is enough for a pen and a piece of paper.

In the living room, Ziniu is using a pen and a piece of paper to make the children happy. As soon as she came, the children in the family were happy, the older children took the children to play, the play was heavy, and there were many ways to play, look at the humorous and vivid Peppa Pig painted like this, and she dubbed again, it was a cartoon show, and the children listened to it with relish.

Wushuang went out to smoke a cigarette, came in and continued to wash the dishes,

A small whirlwind suddenly rushed in and wrapped around him, "Come out, come out!" Ziniu held his mobile phone excitedly and shook it,

Wushuang held her waist with one hand and walked to the kitchen door and closed the door, although they were secretly intimate on Grandma's side, but Wushuang knew that the family actually knew in their hearts, deliberately hiding or turning a blind eye, especially grandma, the cutest, she never broke it with Wushuang, but it was the first to "maintain", for fear that "after the crash" Ziniu would be ashamed, Wushuang would not bring her again......

"Let's go home, let's go home," Zi Niu began to hug him and kiss him violently, and screamed quietly like a little madman, "I'm in the top fifty of the grade!!" such a little thing in his arms...... Okay, let's talk about a digression, if Mi Wan is here, don't say hug her, just looking at her like this, Mi Wan wants to cry! This is called poisoning.

Wushuang leaned on the edge of the pool, and seemed to have found a comfortable posture, just smiling and not talking,

Ziniu saw that he didn't react, and was anxious, "Why are you like this, aren't you happy, a villain, I'm in the top fifty!!" and pulled his face and pulled his clothes, Wushuang just smiled like a Buddha and let her pull and get angry,

suddenly

The boy ripped open his shirt and looked inside...... Ziniu was stunned for a moment!

At this time, you look at Wushuang again,

Unparalleled, unparalleled in the world,

The bright red lace half-hidden in the neat shirt...... Unparalleled eyebrows, unparalleled smile...... Zi Niu "oh" with a lot of hunger planted into his shoulder blade, bit hard, and swallow......ed him in one bite, "Wear it underneath, don't you already know that my grades are ......" The night before the exam, Zi Niu put his arms around his neck and was about to turn off the lights and leave, and said domineeringly, "I was admitted to the top 50 in the grade, you have to wear my ......" Her cabinet of love things has already made up her mind on Wushuang's head, and she wants to see him wear it!

Right next to the sink by the stove,

Outside, there were also children in the family shouting wildly, and even shouting her name everywhere "Zi Niu Zi Niu!"

Wushuang completely fulfilled her vision,

Madness fulfilled her.

Ziniu did a super good job in the exam this time, and afterwards, she modestly summed it up, and it has something to do with the "storm" before the exam, after all, there are so many students missing, and there are no shortage of undefeated scholars.

This is her self-knowledge, of course, it must have a lot to do with her hard work and her own good quality.

For Ziniu, returning to his hometown with the "top 50 in the ninth middle school" is the best "year-end summary".

As soon as the make-up class was over, Ziniu went back to his hometown for the New Year.

The golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as their own kennels, and the outside is not as good as the home for a day. Well, my uncle is studying at the school during the winter vacation, and he can't care about her during the day, but it's not a wild duck jumping around.

Jiangtan Basketball Park, Zi Niu Chongxin and they often play there.

Recently, the young people in Hanzhou don't know what kind of wind is rising, and they play strangely: playing chicken blood.

In fact, in the twenties and thirties of the last century, there was such a crazy national movement, the full name of which was "chicken blood injection therapy". Exactly what the cause, no one can really say. Legend has it that he was a Kuomintang military medical agent who was caught and sentenced to death, and offered a "secret recipe" to save his life before he was sentenced. It is more divine that Chiang Kai-shek survived by beating chicken blood, otherwise he would have died a long time ago.

This absurd, absurd, and unfounded event broke out in the spring and summer of that year, and suddenly the little rooster became a fragrant bait, and was carried around and fed, and all dishes involving the boy chicken were removed from the menu. All kinds of little roosters inexplicably eat and drink spicy food, go in and out of large and small hospitals and clinics, and a part of the blood is drawn out and hit on people's bodies while they are fresh.

Today, when I heard that it would kill people, no one really cared at that time, even if someone died, no one cared, and all I heard was the "good news" that cured all diseases. Everyone who has been beaten with chicken blood feels good about themselves, and they add fuel to the vinegar that their bodies are comfortable and energetic, and even their dish-colored faces are flushed with youthful ruddyness. This kind of exemplary statement really added fuel to the fire, so that there was a long queue in the small outpatient department, and the line was orderly, and everyone held a small rooster with a different coat color in their arms. The little roosters also stretched their necks and looked around, and the bold ones could crow in the arms of people and lead them to sing.

Of course, the "chicken blood" that children play now is not really "injected with chicken blood", but a mouthful of fresh rooster blood, with a red mouth, and then play ball and then jump and then scold and then fight.

Passionate and excited!

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