During the entire five years of elementary school, Yan Songjie and Dai Pingping were in the same seat, falling in love and killing each other. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info You said that the relationship between the two people is not good, going to school and leaving school together, and playing umbrellas together when it rains. You have to say that the relationship between the two people is good, for the sake of breaking the [38th line] on the table, crossing the line, this kind of trivial little thing, every day to break the blood. Of course, it was Yan Songjie who was beaten, and Yan Songjie's trick would only pull Dai Pingping's ponytail.

was in a bad mood, but this pretty face was even more aggrieved.

Brother, I know~ Han Zhimei sighed secretly, opened the door and let Yan Songjie come in, and she and her sister shared a bed.

Her sister Han Zhizhi is sitting on the edge of the bed reading a book, don't think about it, it's not a textbook, it's a novel that is estimated to be borrowed.

"Huh~!" After entering the door, there was a dim yellow light, and Yan Songjie saw it at a glance, and the towel marks on Han Zhimei's pretty face were still clearly visible.

"Who smoked it? How ruthless?", Yan Songjie couldn't help but feel heartache when he saw it, but he was also smoked a lot by towels when he was a child.

Han Zhimei pursed her lips, her face was unnatural, silent, and she didn't reply.

On the side, her sister Han Zhiqiao smiled coldly, and scolded Han Zhimei with a split head and face: "During dinner, the third son stole the roasted vegetable candy, and was found by her mother, and she was whipped a few times to make her have a long memory."

"Hmm!" Han Zhimei nodded with tears in her eyes, admitting that there was such a thing, and the corners of her eyes swept over her good looks, afraid that her brother would be angry.

Yan Songjie was very strange, something was wrong, and asked Han Zhizhi in surprise: "What kind of sugar!" Turned his face and asked Han Zhimei again: "Is sugar better than chocolate?"

Yan Songjie could give Han Zhimei a big bag of maltose at noon, and he gave her a big box of chocolates at night.

Even if you keep eating, it will take a long time. Therefore, Yan Songjie concluded that this matter was strange and abnormal, and Han Zhimei had no motive for committing the crime. "What about the maltose I gave you, and the chocolate?"

Han Zhiwei took out the maltose and chocolate with grievances in his eyes and showed them to Yan Songjie.

"Han Zhimei, why do you always like to keep your head down when you make mistakes? Could it be that when you keep your head down, there is a life-saving straw?" Han Zhizhi didn't give face.

"I didn't steal candy!" Han Zhimei turned her face away, tears burst out of her eyes instantly, tears flowed down her eyes, and she said aggrievedly.

"I believe it!" Yan Songjie also agreed, it seemed that Han Zhi had been wronged, and as for who stole the sugar, Yan Songjie was not easy to ask.

"Is it interesting to quibble? I've admitted it, I've smoked it. It is difficult for my sister to steal food after the case is overturned. Han Zhizhi counted down his sister and revealed: "You also asked your eldest brother for five cents, and the five cents were also spent." “

"You can't control your mouth either!" Han Zhizhi didn't give Han Zhimei face, and vigorously exposed Han Zhimei's shortcomings.

"Where's the money?" Yan Songjie also asked. "No! I used ten cents and five cents to fry popcorn, two cents to my grandmother, and one cent to touch the syrup twice. It seems that Han Zhimei asked for five cents, and she paid for the fried popcorn. Stealing sugar?

Yan Songjie, finally on the number. Know what's going on, figure it out, what's going on!

The reason shocked Yan Songjie's heart! The color of guilt immediately spread on his cheeks.

"Meizi, does it hurt?" I saw pity, and I put my arms around her fragrant shoulders and hugged her in my arms. The trembling hands gently caressed it, slowly rubbing Han Zhimei's reddened face. "You don't need to do it, you really don't. “

Yan Songjie was deeply affectionate! His tone was resolute and affirmative!"You just read the book well now!", "Don't you like to sing, you learn music well!" "Brother!

"I'll give you a concert in the future! Let the world go crazy for you!"

"Money is really not a problem, tell my brother what I lack, and my brother will buy it for you. I can write you any song you need."

"Thank you!brother! it doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt!" Han Zhimei felt sweet in her heart, and looked at Yan Songjie affectionately with a pretty face.

I said "thank you" repeatedly, and my mood suddenly brightened.

"Hmph! bragging! People with incomplete tones still write songs?" Han Zhizhi really can't stand it, when the sister is a transparent person, "Sister is so beautiful, there are many suitors, and there is no one to ......."

Han Zhizhi herself is extremely beautiful, and she has a charm in her bones, which makes people feel that her taste can be summed up without being sexy.

Especially the sweet and sunny smile, the outstretched neck and peach eyes, the woman is inexplicably intoxicated when she sees it.

The rate of turning heads on the street is very high, but it is casual, likes to make friends, has a changeable personality, sometimes tender like water, sometimes coquettish and angry, and has many suitors, but few people can control it.

Han Zhite likes to wear bright colors such as red.

It gives people a kind of retrospective smile and a hundred charms, and the king is not early in the court.

It's a pity! It's not the good-looking dish.

"Who said I can't write songs?" Yan Songjie sneered: "Is my singing really so ugly? At least it saves you the electricity bill for turning on the air conditioner, right? You don't know what an air conditioner is." Alas!"

"Write a poem! Show it to my sister! Hmph!" Han Zhizhi swept Yan Songjie with slanted peach eyes.

The song is not a problem, the question is what song to write in order to pay for the plum!

There is a saying that goes like this: "If you are in full bloom, butterflies will come, if you are wonderful, heaven will arrange it!" ”

So I wrote a poem about Butterflies Flying!

Yan Songjie said that he immediately put it into action, took out Han Zhimei's notebook and pencil, and composed a song "Butterfly Flying!" on the spot.