Thinking about the plot of the novel, Mu Ling made another difficulty, is it one-to-one or one-to-many? Boys probably love one-to-many, but people who are loyal to love still like one-on-one, after all, pure love is the longing in everyone's heart, don't think about it, Mu Ling shook her head, opened her eyes and observed the children's shoes dancing on the playground. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

There is no doubt that Qi Yang crushed Han Ye with an absolute advantage in sports and became the object of girls' pursuit, many little girls with uncoordinated limbs are asking for advice on how to juggle the ball steadily and correctly, as for why don't they ask Mu Ling? Sima Zhao's heart is well known to passers-by.

Seeing Shi Jiaxin constantly being smashed by the ball, Mu Ling smiled in her heart, it seems that people with good brains are not necessarily talented in other aspects.

Han Ye didn't get much better, he always disappeared after two hits.

Qi Yang kept showing off, alternating between the upside down, occasionally making a trick pass, playing volleyball as a basketball, whining and mourning, although he gained a lot of screams, he finally ended up being ordered by the physical education teacher.

As for Li Chao, hehe, the demon king of the mixed world is not so easy to be called, he is like an earthworm with a motor shuttling through the crowd, taking away this person's ball for a while, grabbing that person's ball and running away for a while, staging the scene of an eagle catching a chicken. Mu Ling could only purse her lips and support her forehead, and she couldn't understand the childish game of the little child.

In a blink of an eye, I saw Ge Wenyu, his taller figure was more outstanding in a group of children, I saw that his sideburns and forehead were oozing sweat, in the early morning sun, his serious face had a childishness that had not yet receded, and a maturity that was different from that of ordinary children.

By the way, I can use Ge Wenyu as a blueprint to create, coupled with fantasy colors, it is relatively close to real life, rather than blind fantasy. For a moment, Mu Ling's eyes flashed with starlight.

"Hey, Mu Ling, why do you even know volleyball?" Li Chao came to chat with Mu Ling after he was tired of playing, and Ge Wenyu also walked over with Li Chao after the test.

Mu Ling looked at them and blinked, "I have only learned two things to this day, namely: this will be, that will be." Mu Ling is also welcome, if you want to become a scholar, you still have to have an aura.

Ge Wenyu looked at Mu Ling sitting under the tree, with a single ponytail tied behind her head, no bangs but some small hair naughtily popping up next to her, moist eyes, fair skin, bright smile, sly words, the shadow of the leaves hit Mu Ling's face, shaking slightly, and her heart was beating in an instant, and she never noticed that Mu Ling was so beautiful that it made people's hearts pound.

didn't stay any longer, Ge Wenyu decided to stay away from Mu Ling, because Mu Ling was like a bottomless whirlpool, attracting him to step forward.

Looking at Ge Wenyu who turned around and left, Mu Ling couldn't figure it out, but she didn't think much about it, but she just felt that the thoughts of elementary school students were really hard to guess.

"Mu Ling, are you free on the weekend?" Suddenly a little girl came, Mu Ling remembered that she was one of Shi Jiaxin's followers, and her name seemed to be Xiao Tian.

"Looking for me?" Mu Ling's face was expressionless.

"The class leader said that he was going to hold a party and barbecue, and it was in the family farm villa near the school." Jianong Villa is about two streets away from the school, and it is just across the river, and anyone who studies at Ping'an Primary School should know it.

"I'm going to paint on Saturday, and I don't have time." Mu Ling has been learning Chinese painting since the second grade of primary school.

"I went that weekend morning, gathered at the gate of Jianong Villa, eight o'clock in the morning, and said yes." Before Mu Ling could agree, Xiao Tian ran away.

Mu Ling looked thoughtfully at the back of the running away, according to her questioning, this party seems to be specifically for herself, otherwise why should she focus on her own time, it is estimated that it is a set set by Shi Jiaxin, it is nothing more than showing off her wealth or something, and then laughing and laughing at herself, most of the heroines in the novel have experienced this paragraph, and in real life, even elementary school students have learned it.

The day's classes ended in a hurry, Mu Ling was still in the list of praises from various teachers, not only the friends in the class were frightened again, but even the teachers of various subjects were a little surprised by Mu Ling's changes, not as wooden as before, the homework was always correct, and the words were also written in a very standardized manner with their own characteristics, etc. None of these phenomena indicate that Mu Ling is moving forward on the road to becoming a top student, and the teacher is happy to see these changes.

Ge Wenyu ignored Mu Ling for a day, as if she could avoid it, Mu Ling also noticed it, but she didn't say it explicitly, after all, in her eyes, Ge Wenyu was an inconsequential character, and now her mind was full of novels and comics.

When she got home, Mu Ling solemnly told Mu's mother to pay attention to traffic safety, not to think about herself, at least to think about the child in her belly, and to leave before he had time to see the world, which was unfair to him. Mu Ling knew that it was useless once, and maybe Mu's mother would remember it at that time, but when she was really on the street, she wouldn't take it so much, so Mu Ling was ready to say it once a day in the morning, noon and evening, and try to be with Mu's mother when she was free, even if Mu's mother was annoyed, she couldn't relax, because she didn't want to leave regrets.

As for Mu's father's project, Mu Ling doesn't have much to say, and Mu's father is going out in about a month, so he has to think of a way.

A week after Mu Ling was reborn, the likes she got were too many to count, and the children's shoes were also accustomed to it.

The injury on Mu Ling's back has fully recovered, but Ge Wenyu is still cold and cold, and he hasn't talked to her again, and Mu Ling is also happy.

Xiao Tian looked for Mu Ling twice, both of them were talking about the weekend dinner, explaining what ingredients she needed to buy, utensils, etc., Mu Ling did not respond, it was always Xiao Tian who left after speaking, and Mu Ling was not ready to go, after all, she knew that it was a set and jumped into it, and she was not a fool, so there was no need to be angry for a while, and she was uncomfortable.

On Saturday, Mu Ling still got up early, wrote her homework as early as Friday night, washed her face and brushed her teeth and began to take care of housework, mopping the floor, washing clothes, and making breakfast, not only to make Mu's mother easier, mainly because her injuries were healed and she needed to lose weight through exercise.

I don't know if I don't do it, I'm scared when I do it, I never knew that mopping the floor was so hard, bending over, and I had to work hard, a hundred-square-meter room was stunned for twenty minutes, as for washing clothes, Mu Ling was even more tragic, because I didn't know how to wash, so I wiped the clothes with laundry detergent, soap, etc., rubbed and rubbed, brushed and brushed, splashed with foam on my face, alas, the full man didn't know that the hungry man was hungry, and the daughter didn't know the mother's labor.

As for breakfast, Mu Ling took out her own unique skill - soaking rice, okay, it is to boil the leftovers in boiling water, simple and trouble-free, thinking about three fried eggs, just do it, pour the oil, and then how to do it, directly beat the eggs in it? Mu Ling tried it, because the oil would splash out after boiling, Mu Ling didn't dare to put her hand too low, so the egg fell from a high altitude, and then, the person who can cook the rice should guess that the egg white and boiling oil splashed out directly, Mu Ling screamed, and hurriedly withdrew from the kitchen, not only the oil stars were everywhere on the table around, but also on her body, fortunately it didn't blow up on her face, Mu Ling patted her chest, and it was miserable if she broke her face.

Mu's mother ran directly to the kitchen in her pajamas when she heard the sound, saw this miserable appearance, turned off the gas directly, looked at her daughter with a pitiful face at the door, said no, scolded no, and couldn't cry or laugh.

"You, if you want to cook and tell your mother, your mother will teach you, so reckless." Mu's mother nodded Mu Ling's head, and said with some hatred.

"Hehe, didn't I want to surprise you." Mu Ling said with some embarrassment.

"Don't turn surprise into scare." Mu's mother came out of the kitchen and saw the clothes hanging on the balcony, "You also washed the clothes?" ”

Mu Ling nodded, "The ground is also mopping, so tired." Mu Ling had a coquettish tone.

"Okay, mom teaches you how to fry eggs, if you want to cook in the future, tell mom, you have to ...... first" In the early morning, in the kitchen, the mother and daughter gained each other's smiles.

After breakfast, Mu Ling insisted on walking to the place where she learned to paint, it was a studio opened by an old grandfather, the old grandfather was close to sixty, lame, widowed, childless, typical of the background of the characters in the high school narrative, the old man's name is Xie De, who has been immersed in Chinese painting for more than 40 years, and came to the place of Ink City ten years ago, opened a studio, and taught children when he had nothing to do.

Mu Ling began to study Chinese painting in the second grade, but later stopped when she was in junior high school, changed places to learn sketching, and practiced her painting skills.

"Mu Ling, did you come early today?" The old man standing in the middle of the painting table greeted Mu Ling with a smile, and his voice was clear.

"I don't want to learn more, so I can get out of the school early~" Mu Ling showed an innocent smile that a child should have, Shedd has no heirs, and he is very affectionate to these children who come to learn painting, and the child also likes to please him, a very important reason is that the old man has candy.

"I also came out of school, and after three years of study, I didn't even count as an entry, this Chinese painting, I was embarrassed to say that I had studied Chinese painting for ten or eight years." Shedd stroked his goatee.

Well, I used to study for five years, and now I still have two years to learn, let's just think that I am highly talented, and if I shorten it by one year, I should have eight years. Nodding thoughtfully, Mu Ling walked to the painting table, looking at the brushes of different sizes inserted in the pen holder, and a sense of nostalgia arose, after all, I haven't revisited Chinese painting since I was in junior high school, and it has been six years.

Mu Ling picked up a medium-sized pen and gestured on the yellow paper, the five-year foundation was there, and it didn't take long to find the feeling.

Well, by the way, I forgot where I was now.

"Mr. Xie, can I draw a new one?" Mu Ling concentrates on wisdom.

"Hairy boy, the pine tree has only practiced a few times, and it is time to draw a new one, remember, you must not be in a hurry to learn Chinese painting."

Hee-hee, success, Mu Ling pretended to be taught, turned the picture book to the teaching place of the pine tree, and slowly began to copy.