Wang Xixi couldn't listen to it anymore, why did she say that girls' brains are not good, she must prove that she is not the kind of person with stupid brains!

"That's what your dad said, don't worry too much about it, we all believe in you, we really can't study literature when we divide the subjects in the future." Zheng Zhongqin also echoed her husband.

"I don't know how to study literature, I want to study science." Wang Xixi thought about this question as early as when she was in junior high school, she didn't know if she was suitable for studying science, but if she studied literature, she seemed to write the words "I'm stupid" on the door of her head, she didn't want to be thought that she was stupid, she was a smart person.

So she didn't go through her brain when she said this.

Mom and Dad were stunned for a moment.

"You can do it yourself." Dad quickly compromised, he didn't care if his daughter studied literature or science, as long as she liked it.

"Good evening viewers and friends, today is ......" The official voice of the male and female anchors in "News Network" sounded.

Wang Xixi suddenly realized that he hadn't watched TV for a long time. I have been in school for more than a month, every day is to study and study, suddenly I saw the TV is a little uncomfortable, I remember the first time as a boarding student, every night of evening self-study replaced the TV time, she has adapted for a long time.

Even if she sits on the sofa with her parents, she still has an indescribable strangeness to TV series.

As a last resort, she got up and went back to her room.

Carefully took out the January issue of "Cityscape" from her schoolbag, and flipped through the pages one by one, she turned slowly, fantasizing in her heart what the photos of this issue of the white robe would be?

The snow is there, the top view is there, what is the difference this winter?! A thought slipped through her brain.

Her fingers slid swiftly over the page, stopping abruptly, and a big smile erupted from her mouth.

The dry ground, the dry house, the sunlight spilled obliquely through the dry branches, forming a large patch of fine light above the photo, and if you look closely, it is actually a rainbow blade, and the shadow of the branches crookedly cuts the ground into several broken lenses.

A simple picture, a sunny and warm northern winter jumps into view.

The white robe is always like this, touching people's heartstrings with the simplest picture.

But where was this photo taken? Every time I look at the photos of Bai Pao, and then ponder the location where he took the photos, it has become one of Wang Xixi's hobbies.

Such a low house should not be in the urban area, but in the suburbs? Wang Xixi squinted her eyes and carefully searched for the details in the photo, logically speaking, this photo should be easier to find than the white sky in December and the overlook in November, although the overlook in November is easy to identify, but such a tall building should not be something that people like her can go to, and the one in December may be in any open place.

Hey? What's that red, spiky thing?

Wang Xixi's sharp eyes caught a red thing in a corner in the upper left corner of the photo that was not easy to find, and something was a little white in the sun.

It's the cross.

So, it's supposed to be a church.

The corners of Wang Xixi's mouth pursed, and his dimples loomed. The city with its red spire is the western part of the city.

In other words, walking from her house to the outskirts of the city for a while should be able to find the place where Bai Pao took the photo at that time.

She jumped up and down the room excitedly, grabbed a sheet from the bed and draped it over herself, as she had done when she was a child, and danced a mess of her own.

"Wang Xixi, what are you doing?!" Zheng Zhongqin's voice suddenly sounded.

Wang Xixi was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly ripped off the sheets on his body and threw them on the bed, Zheng Zhongqin's face flashed with surprise, when did my mother come in, why didn't she hear the sound of the door opening?

"Come out and answer the phone, that boy's class committee member in your class, looking for you."

Boys' class committee, looking for your own? Wang Xixi's brain was spinning rapidly, ah, Gu Ao, he called like this when he was eleven.

She rushed out of the hall with a brisk stride and quickly picked up the microphone. "Hello? Gu Ao? ”