Small theaters gather

It's been abused for too long, and it's warm all of a sudden

Little Theatre 1: Do you know what I like to eat?

At this time, Sheng Congsu has both children and daughters, and Sheng Yang has grown into a big girl, and the youngest son Sheng Xuan has also reached the age of elementary school. One morning, Sheng Congsu got up as usual to make breakfast for the other three.

The warm sunlight poured in, Sheng Congsu was wearing home clothes, and his chin was a beard that had just grown out and was a little prickly. He leisurely and calmly fried the poached eggs one by one and put them on the plate, and the tempting aroma of food filled the kitchen, and after a while, he saw Song Ru and I taking two children down to eat.

Sheng Congsu, a clever person, served breakfast after dividing it by two, and the family of four sat at the small dining table in the kitchen as usual. Sheng Xuan is going to be in the first grade today, and Sheng Congsu rewarded him with a bicycle and encouraged him to ride out of the villa area by himself.

Song Ru and I arranged the children first, and then served their own breakfast, and at first glance, it was the vegetarian wontons she often eats, all of which have been fried to golden brown and crunchy, which is really happiness.

Sheng Yang looked at her mother and said, "Is this delicious for you?" ”

Sheng Congsu coughed: "How many points did you score on the math paper yesterday?" ”

Sheng Yang stopped talking for a while, and obediently lowered his head and drank milk.

"Don't eat fried food." Song Ru looked at Sheng Yang's wilting appearance, a little soft-hearted, thought about it and said, "I'll give you half of it." ”

"Really?!"

But I didn't expect that Song Ru and I had just put the half of the wonton that I had bitten off on Sheng Yang's plate, and it was snatched away by her father.

"You don't like this." Sheng Congsu took it for granted, and he didn't raise his eyelids.

"How do you know what I like to eat?!"

"Of course I do. After eating, I'll give you another math paper to do. ”

Sheng Yang almost vomited blood.

Small Theater 2: It's about quarrels

Sheng Yang, who is in elementary school, is rarely in the same class as Zhou Weiwei, and they are still at the front and back tables. The little girl sat behind Zhou Weiwei, and every time she was not honest and wanted to talk to someone, she poked Zhou Weiwei's back with a pencil.

How much enmity does Sheng Yang have with him? Zhou Wei walked out angrily after school, and Sheng Yang was still behind him and asked him, "Yiyi, what's wrong with you?" Why are you so angry? Did someone bully you? ”

Zhou Wei turned his head with a "whoosh" and laughed: "Bully you big-headed ghost!" Then he got into the driver's car and left without looking back.

The little girl realized it later, and it wasn't until she got home that she called Zhou Weiwei at night and was hung up by people who were angry, ah, she was angry all her life.

Sheng Yang went over to ask Sheng Congsu, and complained after talking for a long time: "Old Seven, you said that Yiyi is not naïve, he likes to be angry for no reason, and I didn't provoke him." ”

Sheng Congsu thought for a long time, and then said, "Hmm." ”

The little girl glanced at her father, it was really useless, and she didn't know how to analyze it at all...... She frowned: "Did I really offend him?" ”

Sheng Congsu still wanted to say something, but how did he know that Sheng Yang waved his hand and left, probably because he was disgusted and couldn't help. So she went to find her mother Song Ru and me, but what she didn't expect was that Song Ru and I were writing a research report, so she directly dialed the Zhou family and said, "One by one?" I'm Aunt Song. ”

Zhou Weiwei reluctantly answered the phone, Sheng Yang grabbed the phone and shouted into the phone: "Zhou Weiwei, are we still good friends?" ”

"Zhou Weiwei, I'll bring you chocolates tomorrow, I bought you Iron Man's kettle, will I give it to you tomorrow?" Sheng Yang shouted for a long time and then said, "Did I make you angry?" ”

Zhou Wei really sighed, forget it. Then he said, "Remember to bring Iron Man's kettle tomorrow!" ”

"Huh? Oh! I know! ”

Then six years, a whole six years, Sheng Yang told Zhou that the only way was to go from pencil to pen, and finally kindly changed it to his own fingers. Zhou, who graduated from elementary school, only had one wish, that he would sit behind Sheng Yang in the future.

Small Theatre 3: Meet you

Time is like an arrow, reluctant to give up day and night. Sheng Yang has grown into a big girl, and she has finally graduated from college after not learning mathematics well. On the night of graduation, Zhou Weiwei called her and asked her to come out for dinner, saying that she was holding a farewell party for Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Sixteen-year-old scholar Jiang Xiaoxiao is about to go abroad for further study, and the IQ of a group of people at a young age often makes Sheng Yang think that he is really a waste of food in this world.

She doesn't want to see this little prodigy in her heart, is this the sorrow of the scumbag? But what to do, Jiang Xiaoxiao is almost the only sister in Zhou who has grown up, and people specially called her to participate, but she still doesn't go?

The princess of the Sheng family then took her younger brother, who was also sixteen years old. Sheng Xuan was already well nurtured at the age of sixteen, tall, thin and straight, with a straight waist, high eyes, and narrow eyes carved out of the same mold as his father.

The handsome boy followed behind his sister, and he really turned his head back.

Zhou's only meeting place for Jiang Xiaoxiao was his uncle Huo Yu's territory, an entertainment resort in the city where every inch of land was expensive, and a large private room was opened for them. But it was said that he was saying goodbye to Jiang Xiaoxiao, but the protagonist actually brought a polebook to make a mathematical model over there.

Sheng Yang has always liked to be lively, after she came in, she was a champion hot single, and she suddenly exploded in the audience, Zhou Wei didn't know that she was tired when she saw her, so he handed her a bottle of throat water.

Everyone had a great time, they were all acquaintances, especially Zhou Weiwei, who was brought into the company and began to work unpaid when he was in high school, which is really a rare opportunity to have such an opportunity.

I played until Jiang Xiaoxiao stretched and finished all the problems on the computer. She looked around and saw a boy staring at her.

Everyone around him slept or was drunk, but he looked energetic, with long, narrow eyes shining fine.

Jiang Xiaoxiao heard a very obvious laugh, like a joke and a sarcasm.

After a while, the boy finally spoke, and in the silence of the night, his tone rose up, and there was always some gesture of contempt.

"I read a word in your face." He smiled again: "Say it in your face, look at these stupid humans. ”

Jiang Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, and asked coldly, "Who are you?" ”

"Me? I'm Sheng Xuan. ”