"Don't get excited. ”

Ning Qing didn't expect Lu Pingfan to react so violently, so he hurriedly waved his hand at him and said with a headache.

Lu Pingfan noticed his gaffe, and returned to the sofa against the wall with some embarrassment, and sat down, but he still emphasized: "Xiaotong can't get married casually." ”

"I didn't say she would get married casually, but she will always have that day, right?" Ning Qing asked in a slow tone.

Lu Pingfan immediately became anxious again, "Impossible, if anyone dares to hit Xiaotong's attention, I will break his third leg!"

"Lu Pingfan, can you still have a good chat?" Ning Qing was so angry that he almost threw out the pen holder on the table.

"Ahem!" Lu Pingfan pretended to cough calmly, and said seriously: "Aunt Qing, you go on, I promise not to intervene." ”

Ning Qing waved her hand impatiently and said, "I digressed just now, so let's not mention Li Xiaotong's matter first." Anyway, I'm just trying to tell you that as a man, you have to be financially independent. Even if Xiaotong was cultivated by you in the end, you don't want someone to treat you as a burden behind your back and point fingers at Xiaotong, right?"

"Yes, yes, Aunt Qing, you're right. Lu Pingfan hurriedly agreed.

Ning Qing nodded, and then said, "So forget it this time, if there is such a thing in the future, you must discuss it with me, understand?"

"Don't worry, Aunt Qing, it's only this once, not an example. Lu Pingfan made an oath and pretended to promise.

"Okay, then you go, I'll help you deal with those singers. Ning Qing finally issued an eviction order.

Lu Pingfan quietly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left Aunt Qing's office.

As soon as he reached the hallway, he couldn't wait to speed up his pace. As a result, before he could go far, he heard Ning Qing's roar from the office.

"Lu Pingfan, you bastard! Use me as an assistant again!"

…………

On December 7th, it was a heavy snow in the 24 solar terms.

Just like the name of the solar term on this day, the sky is covered with goose feather snow, and patches of pure white snowflakes are clustered together, like catkins flying around in spring.

Alone in the heavy snow, it was as if the whole person's soul had been washed.

On this day, the students at the school were very happy, no matter what grade they were, even if it was a senior year of high school, the homeroom teacher would lead the students to the playground to have a snowball fight.

You know, snowball fights are the signature activity of the northern winter.

Especially in the Northeast, snowball fights are a sport that requires a lot of wisdom and physical strength, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a battle of wits and courage.

Since today happened to be a Wednesday, there were two physical activity classes in the afternoon, so the snowball fight, a celebration of all teachers and students in the school, was set in these two classes.

In the first class of the afternoon, the students kept looking out the window. Goose feather-like snowflakes continue to fall downward from the window, occasionally one or two stick to the window, and then melt into water by the temperature of the window, and finally slowly slide down, completing its life's mission.

Bang bang bang!

The teacher who was in class patted the stage and recalled the attention of the students, but he quietly glanced at the snowflakes outside the window, and his eyes were full of anticipation for the physical activity class later.

Then, the second class in the afternoon.

After this class, it is really time for physical activity class, and all the students in the school will go to the playground to play freely.

The closer they got, the more calm the students' minds became, and the teacher on the podium simply stopped lecturing, allowing the students to look out the window at the snowflakes that kept falling, and the mountains and rivers that had long been dyed white in the distance, as well as high-rise buildings.

Just like the poem wrote, the scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.

Of course, no one here knows this poem, only Lu Pingfan knows. But he didn't pretentiously stand up and recite the poem suddenly, so he silently wrote the poem on paper, folded it into a paper airplane, stretched his arm out of the window, and threw it to the classroom where his sister was downstairs.

But it's a bit of a pity that the plane didn't fly into the window, but was overwhelmed by the weight of the falling snow and slowly landed on the playground outside the classroom.

Then, the bell rang for the end of class.

All the students cheered and couldn't wait to run to the playground. Lu Pingfan simply wore a coat, not even a scarf and gloves, let alone a hat.

He trotted all the way to the door of his sister's class, and saw his sister walking towards the door.

At this time, Li Xiaotong didn't wear too much, she was also wearing a simple coat, the inside was the school's uniform uniform, and then the sweater she liked very much.

As for hats, scarves and anything, I don't bring any of them.

People who don't know about snowball fights in the Northeast will definitely wonder, can you pass a coat on such a cold day?

Only those who have really learned about snowball fights in the Northeast will understand that for such an intense sport, any other equipment out of the coat is a burden.

Even the most basic coats are taken off during snowball fights.

Therefore, Lu Pingfan did not force his sister to wrap herself into zongzi this time, and the two of them held hands as usual and came to the playground together with the surging flow of people.

The vast playground was originally snow-white, and the snow surface was smooth and clean, without a trace of it, which was pleasing to the eye.

And when the students flocked to Cao Zang, the playground was covered with footprints in an instant, and the activities of snowball fights had already begun quickly.

In just a few minutes, some of the classmates who couldn't let go of it all came up and fought back violently against the guy who attacked him.

Lu Pingfan and his sister stood in the corner of the wall, watching the fierce battle going on on the playground. The snowball flying all over the sky, as long as someone dares to join, will inevitably be hit.

Li Xiaotong sighed into his hand and asked his brother, "When are we going to go?"

Lu Pingfan replied, "Do you have a goal?"

Li Xiaotong thought for a while and said, "No, why don't we two beat Wang Bo?"

"Good idea!" Lu Pingfan immediately agreed.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them sneakily touched the venue of the fifth class of the third year of high school, and found the figure of Wang Bo who was fighting, and one of them picked up a snowball and threw it at Wang Bo.

Wang Bo, who was playing hi, suddenly found that he had been shot in the back and head, so he turned around and saw two brothers and sisters with a bad smile on their faces.

He hurriedly shouted to the little friends behind him to stop, and then pointed at Lu Pingfan and shouted: "Quick, Lu Pingfan is crawling inside and out, and bringing outsiders to beat me." Let's go up and him together!"

When the students in the fifth class of the third year of high school heard this, they shifted their goals one after another, and locked Lu Pingfan with the snowball in their hands.

Lu Pingfan scolded on the spot: "Damn, Wang Bo, you don't pay attention to it!"

Wang Bo shot back unceremoniously: "Only you are allowed to bully me with your sister, and I am not allowed to fight back with my classmates?"

As his words fell, the snowball in his hand also flew towards Lu Pingfan.