Chapter 7 The years are quiet at this time
Si Ling listened to Sun Jing's words, snorted, and then held up the newspaper. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info didn't she know that Si Xiao was hiding from Sun Jing and ran to the garage to fiddle with the small generator that she had just tried out according to the textbook? Sun Jing couldn't understand it, and it was dirty, so she finally didn't pass, but she was delayed here and there, looking at Siling, complaining: "You don't have any rules and regulations for these books and periodicals, it's National Geographic, it's the New York Times, it's a botanical dictionary, it's a confession, it's a left one, it's a right one, how does it look like a girl's room." β
Si Ling secretly rolled her eyes, pretending to concentrate on reading the newspaper and ignored her.
Sun Jing looked at it again and again, and finally picked out a copy of the "Good Friend" pictorial, leaned on the piano and read it, and was relieved to wait for Sixiao to come back from the garage. Si Ling secretly made up her mind that she would have to expel "Good Friends" in the future and not give Sun Jing a chance to have fun.
Sun Jing turned two pages and said, "Sister Ling, it's not me who said that you are too imprudent in making friends. β
Si Ling didn't react, still curled up lazily, like a cat. But if she was a cat, her tail would have been nervously raised. With her eyes still on the newspaper, she asked Sun Jing: "Oh? How so? β
"Today's Ah Kun, born so enchanting, and talking like that, follow us, who do people think we are mixed with?" Sun Jing complained.
Si Ling glared at the newspaper: "Who do you think we are with?" β
"He, he's like-" Sun Jing was halfway through speaking, and the words "eat soft rice" finally came out of her mouth embarrassedly, and just as she was embarrassed, Si Ling turned another page of the newspaper: "I didn't invite him again, he met him himself and followed." β
"Exactly!" Sun Jing was in high spirits, and sang like a famous Dan to the main chapter, "If you don't always play with Na A-Ning, A-Kun won't follow." These people, born together, grew up in one place, they are all in a litter, pull out the radish with mud, I don't mean that A-Ning is not good, but you keep messing with those people, and Miss Chen's style will be reduced. β
Si Ling snapped the newspaper shut. The newspaper was so big and thin that she barely tore it.
"How to lower it?" Si Xiao wiped his sweat with a white towel, and came in shirtless and shirtless like a worker, and said with a smile, "Is the style of our second lady still down?" β
Sun Jinghuan raised her face with joy, her eyes fell on Si Xiao, and she immediately retracted.
When she saw Si Xiao's **** arms and unwiped beads of sweat on her skin, she felt her heartbeat, her face burned, her throat was dry, and her whole body was nervous, as if she saw the opponent in this life, but the more her feet wanted to move to him, which was really strange.
Si Ling closed the newspaper, the anger in his eyes converged, smiling and squinting, like a very sleepy cat, his arms were holding his hair and waiting to stand: "I watched the clay figures with you in the City God Temple for a while early in the morning, I am tired, you talk, I will go to my mother's side to have a good sleep." β
The sun came, her black hair seemed to be splashed with dazzling broken gold, and the thin home skirt also showed light, blurring the silhouette of her figure, which was already a little girly, infinitely beautiful.
Sun Jing had already stood up straight: "How can there be any reason to occupy Sister Ling's room to speak, let's go to Sixiao to talk." β
Si Ling said, "How embarrassing is this. "But the ass doesn't move. Si Xiao glanced at Si Ling and left with Sun Jing. Si Ling half-closed her eyes, covered her face with the newspaper, or lay on the rocking chair to dry her hair, for a while, listening to the sound of gentle footsteps, she didn't move, the figure covered her face, and took her newspaper with a big hand: "Like an old man, what are you doing with this?" β
Si Ling gave Si Xiao a roll of his eyes: "I love to smell the fragrance of ink, what do you care about me?" β
"The ink is sticking to your face." Sixiao pointed at her.
Si Ling was not deceived by this kind of low-level, but asked, "What about Sister Sun?" β
"I said I was sleepy too, and urged her to go back."
"Why are you willing to urge her to go back?"
"I always have to ask her what she said, why did she make our second lady so angry." Si Xiao propped his hand on the edge of the chair and lowered his head to look at Si Ling. Si Ling glanced at him, with black eyelashes, a straight nose, and a resolute chin, even from the perspective below, he was a beautiful boy, and couldn't help sighing: "No wonder Sister Sun likes to play with you." β
Si Xiao let go of his hand, straightened his waist, the figure left, and the sunlight fell directly into Si Ling's eyes, Si Ling said "Ahh β
Si Xiao sneered: "I came to ask you with good intentions, and I made you angry." β
"I want to fire you," Si Ling put down his hand, his eyes were already red, "I have something to do with you." β
Si Xiao raised his thick eyebrows: "If you talk like this again, I'm really leaving." β
Si Ling bit her lip: "Big brother, will you stay away from Miss Sun in the future?" β
"That's a strange thing," said Si Xiao, "your friend, have I interfered with you?" β
Si Ling sneered: "If you don't interfere, someone will interfere." β
Si Xiao asked, "Miss Sun?" Which of your friends did she interfere with? β
"Tao Kun."
Si Xiao nodded: "That boy is not very likable, he-"
"And Xu Ning."
Si Xiao was really surprised: "Where is A-Ning hindering her eyes?" β
"It's all a nest, pulling out the radish with mud, and mixing with this group of people for a long time will lower our style." Si Ling learned to talk here, Si Xiao's face was already blue, and Si Ling said again, "Do you remember the last time I took so-and-so to play, she was not happy, and brought so-and-so, she generally has that face, with her, I simply don't want a girl to play with you!" If it weren't for me, my own sisterβ"
"Si Ling!" Si Xiao interrupted her, "It's hard to say. β
Si Ling froze. Si Xiao took two steps: "I've always avoided her, and you don't know it." β
Si Ling buried his head and was sullen.
Si Xiao said again: "But we are all in middle school, she always plays with me, and some boring people have started to laugh, and it is not good for her." I'll think of another way to keep her away from me. β
Si Ling finally smiled, and his smile seemed to reveal the sun in the dense clouds: "What method does the eldest brother think?" β
"What do you care about me?" Si Xiao spread his hands, "Anyway, it's good to stop snorting in front of you." Satisfied? β
Si Ling lowered her head and smiled, sat back in the rocking chair, the lilac-colored thin sheepskin toe kicked away the light and shadow under the skirt, and the snow-white doves cooed outside the window.
This is only the end of the summer of the twenty-fourth year of the Republic of China.
Two years later, in July, Beiping fell, and in the early winter of the same year, Shanghai was lost.