Chapter 33:
It's like a smell that has struggled out of the years.
His side face has smooth and distinct lines, a tall nose, tight thin lips, and a particularly pronounced jawline, which looks cold and hard and aggressive.
Qizai bit the flower and stood in front of Wen Miao, wagging his tail vigorously, his black eyes shining.
Wen Miao smiled, half-squatted down, and reached out to take the little yellow flower in Qizai's mouth.
The other hand touched its head, "Thank you Qizai for the flowers, it's beautiful." ”
Qizai, who was complimented, was even more excited, sticking out his tongue and bouncing in place.
Wen Miao watched the group of children drift away and stood up: "Let's go, let's hurry up and follow." ”
The children had short legs and walked slowly, and Wen Miao followed behind slowly, holding the flowers sent by Qizai in her hand.
And in Qizai is like a naughty child, from time to time smelling flowers, fluttering butterflies, sometimes Wen Miao goes away, it quickly catches up, and then continues to chase the butterflies on the side of the road, accidentally runs away and stops in place, looking back at Wen Miao and waiting for her to come over.
The school that followed those children should be close to the coastline, and the school was built in Nanjiawan, far away from the tourists.
When Wen Miao came slowly, it was probably already in class, and the sound of the children reading aloud could be heard.
Wen Miao stood outside and looked at the school carefully.
The school is a small two-story building, fenced off with iron fences, and there is a small and modest playground inside.
Why is it not serious, there is no running track in the playground, and there is only an iron frame in the basketball court.
There is a large stone at the entrance of the iron fence with the words 'Nanjiawan Primary School' written on it.
Wen Miao was not in a hurry to go inside, and took Qizai to a tree, sat down on a stone in the shade, and Qizai obediently lay at her feet.
Wen Miao held her cheeks and looked in the direction of the school, listening to the sound of reading coming from inside, the wind was very gentle, gently stroking her hair draped over her shoulders and waist, which was a kind of enjoyment.
She bowed her head slightly and said to Qizai: "We will often come here in the future, and we will edify our hearts more." ”
Qizai, this guy is quite spiritual, I don't know if he understands it, and after Wen Miao finished speaking, he whispered twice as if he was responding.
sat under the tree for more than ten minutes, Wen Miao. got up and stretched his waist, and said to Qizai: "Qizai, you wait here first, I'll go in and have a look alone......"
She was mainly afraid that bringing Qizai into the school would scare other children.
Qizai looked up at her, his dark round eyes were a little wet.
Wen Miao: "......"
How do you feel that Qizai looks at her like she is looking at a ...... Scumbag?
She couldn't laugh or cry, and rubbed its head soothingly, "Good ha." ”
Qizai is dissatisfied: "Wang woo ......"
But he could only stare at her back as she gradually walked away.
Scumbag !!
Wen Miao walked out of the corridor with her hands behind her back and her feet gently, probing her brain to look secretly, not daring to be too obvious for fear of disturbing the children who were studying seriously.
After taking a serious look, Wen Miao found that there were only six classes inside, and one class was a grade.
There are not many children in each class, and there are only eight children in the classroom with the sixth-grade class card hanging at the door.
But it seems that they are all very serious, there are no troublemakers talking, the teacher is teaching on it, and the learning atmosphere is very good.
In fact, she is quite envious of such a class to study, and in order to practice dance, most of the cultural classes are taught by tutors.
Wen Miao strolled outside the building, and happened to hear the bell for the end of class. The bell rings very little, as if it were a ...... struck by a person.
Low and muffled.