Tu Mochu took out a knife and began to sharpen the pencil. His fingers were pale, but the sharpening pen was sharper than Jing Lin's cutting apples.

Jing Lin didn't know that Tu Mochu's heart was not good, and Tu Mochu's happiness and displeasure with a cold face were the same expression. Although she has memories of five years, her mind is still a full child.

The sun is high and it's the hottest day in September. Jing Lin kept drinking water, she was greedy for sweetness, she put a little sugar in the water, and she didn't have much water, because she usually drank the water, and she asked Tu Mo for it. The water in his cup was always full, and he wouldn't drink it in a sip, Jing Lin looked at it, and he gave it to her.

Jing Lin finished drinking her water and turned her head to look at Tu Mochu.

The contours of the boy's side face are a bit sharp, his eyelashes are long, and his eyes can hide the emotions in his eyes when they are lowered.

"Tu Mochu, I want to drink water." Jing Lin's little milk voice was soft, she opened the lid of her water cup, stretched her little arm forward, and begged him for water.

Normally, at this time, Tu Mochu would unscrew the water cup and pour the water into her cup. However, Tu Mochu didn't move today, and she could only wait with anticipation.

Tu Mochu raised his head slowly, and it was obvious in his dark eyes that he was not happy.

He was still young and couldn't hide his mood well, but Jing Lin couldn't understand it. She looked at him blankly, thinking she understood what he meant, and happily placed the glass on his desk.

Tu Mochu was silent and pushed her water cup back, then took out a pencil and drew a "38 line" on the wooden table. He was meticulous, didn't take advantage of her, and didn't let Jing Lin do anything about it. A small wooden table, which is not large, is divided in half by two people.

His attitude was cold and hard, keeping her out. Jing Lin stared blankly.

Isn't that the dividing line that only comes to the first grade? Are she and Tu Mochu the first table mates in the class to have the "38th line"?

She was saddened to find that Tu Mochu hated her.

Zhou Ling, who was in front of the podium, frowned and saw this scene, and couldn't help but think, could it be that Teacher Jiang was right, Tu Mochu didn't like Jing Lin, and he would bully her when he sat together?

If this is the case, Tu Mochu is not willing to be at the same table with Jing Lin, then it is best to let Jing Lin and Chen Meixi sit together.

Teacher Zhou decided to ask a few children what they thought. She asked Chen Meixi first, and Chen Meixi said clearly: "Teacher, I want to sit with the children." ”

Tu Yiqian came to pick up Tu Mochu today and arrived a little later from school, and Teacher Zhou pushed the wheelchair and asked Tu Mochu to wait in the office first. She asked softly, "Don't you want to sit with Jing Lin?" ”

Tu Mochu's pupils were black and pure, and he didn't answer.

Zhou Ling had no choice but to talk frankly to the little boy in front of him, "There is another child in the class today, named Chen Meixi, Mo Chu should also know her." The teacher wants to ask you, do you want to sit alone, or sit with Jing Lin, or sit with Chen Meixi? ”

Zhou Ling was uneasy in her heart, she was most afraid of hearing the last answer.

Although this was a multiple-choice question for Tu Mochu, it seemed that the initiative was in his hands, but Mr. Zhou was afraid that he would choose Chen Meixi. Even if Tu Mochu was willing, Chen Meixi was unwilling.

Chen Meixi, this child is handsome, and she has the title of "Little Jade Girl", if Tu Mo chooses Chen Meixi in the first place, it will be difficult to do.

Tu Mochu's throat was so dry that it tingled slightly. He replied in a voice so low that Zhou Ling could barely hear it: "Alone." ”

When Zhou Ling heard this answer, he breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time felt some pity in his heart. She said gently: "Mo Chu, children should drink more water, if you want to go to the toilet, you can find a teacher." Teacher Zhou is very happy to be able to take care of you, don't you have to endure it? ”

Tu Mochu didn't respond. When he said "alone", although he tried to be calm, he was only five years old, and his eyes were so sour that he almost burst into tears. This was his limit, and he could no longer calmly answer the teacher's second question.

Zhou Ling told Mr. Jiang Tu Mochu's answer.

Teacher Jiang bowed slightly, "That's good, talk to Jing Lin tomorrow, let her sit with Chen Meixi." ”

When she came to school the next day, Jing Lin had forgotten the unpleasantness of yesterday. She opened her school bag and took out a small bamboo dragonfly from it, shaved off the sharp wooden thorns at the corners, and polished it to a very smooth finish.

Jing Lin didn't understand what made Tu Mochu unhappy yesterday, so she went back in the evening and thought about it, and asked her father to make bamboo dragonflies for her.

She took the initiative to help Jing Zhenhao sweep the floor, the four-year-old female doll struggled to hold the broom very funny, Jing Zhenhao couldn't cry or laugh, so she had to make a beautiful bamboo dragonfly for her overnight.

At this moment, Jing Lin was holding a bamboo dragonfly, "This one can fly." She showed Tu Mochu a demonstration, her little hand rubbed the bamboo stick, the propeller rotated, she let go of her hand, and the bamboo dragonfly flew out, flew to the corner in front of the classroom, hit the wall and slowly fell. She didn't use much force, and the bamboo dragonfly didn't fly far.

Tu Mochu looked at her, and the breeze blew from the window, stirring her fine hair and the ribbons on her buds. She happily ran over to pick it up, spread out her little hands, and gave him the bamboo dragonfly, "Give it to you, don't be angry." ”

Tu Mochu couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. That little hand never seemed to have a long lesson, and it crossed his "Chu River Han Realm", tender and soft, obviously without a little attack power, but it could easily control his joy and anger.

He ignored the existence of the dividing line, and took the bamboo dragonfly with a bit of inexplicable amazement, and sure enough, he saw that the brilliance in her eyes was instantly lit up.

In mid-September, autumn is about to enter, the temperature is still not reduced, Jing Lin is drinking water, and her little face is about to be buried in the water cup.

She didn't know anything, she didn't know that he had abandoned her, and she didn't know that he was no longer angry.

Tu Mochu's pale fingers rubbed the bamboo dragonfly, his father was an excellent criminal policeman, but he couldn't make such a fun toy. For the first time, he saw a lifeless thing fluttering up.

Tu Mochu didn't need such a toy, he didn't have legs, and if he let it fly, he wouldn't be able to pick it up himself. The only thing he could do was hold it tightly in his hands.

Teacher Zhou Ling said during class: "Jing Lin, you go and sit with Chen Meixi." ”

As soon as these words came out, the noisy classroom suddenly became quiet. The children all subconsciously looked at Tu Mochu and then at Chen Meixi.

Jing Lin grabbed the red panda on her schoolbag and was stunned, she first looked at Teacher Zhou, who didn't seem to be telling a joke, and then looked at Chen Meixi, who was on the other side of the classroom with a straight face, and finally turned her head to look at Tu Mochu.

Her eyes were childish and ignorant, like a smudged ink painting, asking him why the teacher would let her go.

Tu Mochu looked away and looked at his empty trouser legs calmly and coldly.

The confusion on Jing Lin's face was too obvious, and Zhou Ling couldn't help but be stunned. She was supposed to ask Jing Lin first in the morning, but when she came to Jing Lin's house, she was always stuck in time to come to school, and second, the subconscious reaction of ordinary people would be that it was better to be at the same table with Chen Meixi than with Tu Mochu.

Tu Mochu not only drew the "38th line", but also didn't talk to Jing Lin, out of the teacher's protection of the students, Jing Lin and Chen Meixi should be allowed to sit together, so after thinking about it, Zhou Ling will notify him directly after class.

Jing Lin's thinking at this time was immature, although she was reluctant, but when she was a child, she was always a good child who listened to the teacher.

Her little hands rubbed her eyes, put her textbooks and drinking glasses into her school bag, and packed her things. Tu Mochu didn't look at her either, only stared at the pictures in his textbook.

Jing Lin was afraid that he would be lonely, so she took off the red panda from her schoolbag. Her soft cheeks rubbed reluctantly, and then put it on the table on Tu Mochu's side.

Tu Mochu's gaze shifted from the book to the red panda. The red panda was chubby and round, sitting quietly at his desk.

He knew that Jing Lin liked this schoolbag pendant very much, and he would often pull the red panda's ears during class, and he would settle the red panda first when he put down the schoolbag every day.

He finally raised his eyes to look at Jing Lin, she was reluctant, that poor little look, I don't know if she was reluctant to him or the red panda.

He wordlessly pushed Jing Lin's beloved red panda back. What she can't bear to do is probably not herself.

Jing Lin sadly picked up the red panda, he didn't like her, and he didn't like what she sent.

Jing Lin walked towards Chen Meixi with her schoolbag on her back, Chen Meixi glanced at her arrogantly, turned her head and chatted with the back table.

Five-year-old Tu Mochu used all his willpower not to turn his head to look at her back as she left.

Jing Lin sat in the place where the sun was shining, and the soft golden light dotted her little head. Tu Mochu is always on the opposite side of her, lonely and dark, and no one cares. He put the bamboo dragonfly in his bag with great pity.

The students watched the excitement for a while, and then forgot about changing seats.

Jing Lin and Chen Meixi became the same table. If Jing Lin has memories of high school, she will definitely feel particularly awkward. Fortunately, she is now in the mentality of a child, and she thinks that Meixi is indeed good-looking.

This autumn, the first thing Jing Lin learned was to control drinking less water, because Chen Meixi would not give her water to drink like Tu Mochu did.

Chen Meixi is extremely strong, if Jing Lin's hair is combed well, her face will be ugly all day, and she will tidy up her princess dress intentionally or unintentionally. In the end, it is a child, although she keeps in mind the concepts instilled by her mother, but she is not malicious to Jing Lin.

After all, Jing Lin is not as slender and delicate as her, and Jing Lin is very easy to bully. The garbage can be thrown away by Jing Lin, and the homework can be brought to the team leader by Jing Lin, and Xiao Jinglin is obedient and well-behaved.

Tu Mochu looked gloomy in his eyes. But this is the path he chose for himself, and Jing Lin is no longer his tablemate.

The weather gradually turned cold, and Jing Lin was dressed up as a blessing doll by Lin Fangfei, with a red cotton jacket, thick and joyful.

The padded jacket is not new, it was changed by Lin Fangfei from old clothes, although it is cheesy red, it is very warm. There are autumn coats and sweaters in the big red cotton jacket, and Jing Lin's little short legs are also wearing thick cotton pants, which is warm and warm.

Lin Fen took Chen Meixi downstairs to visit the door, and Jing Lin shouted in a small milk voice: "Auntie, Meixi." ”

Lin Fen almost laughed, "Fang Fei, from a distance, I thought Linlin was a fireball." ”

Lin Fangfei heard the words and went to see Chen Meixi, the little girl was dressed up beautifully, and the brand-new pink cotton jacket was paired with a light pink scarf of the same color, which was foreign and not bloated.

Lin Fangfei secretly rolled her eyes in her heart, on such a cold day, who cares if it looks good or not, it is a serious matter to be warm, and she always has to be polite on her face, "Yo, your family Meixi is not cheap." ”

"There are more than 50 cotton clothes, and the scarf was given by her sister-in-law."

Hearing more than fifty yuan, Lin Fangfei, who had no money in her pocket, shut up, and Lin Fen showed a happy look in her eyes.

Lin Fen took Chen Meixi's hand and went home. Chen Meixi whispered: "Dad said that the cotton clothes are thirty-eight yuan. ”

Lin Fen glared at her daughter, "Mom said that fifty is fifty, you are about to take the final exam, you must take the exam well, do you know?" If you pass the exam, your mother will give you a reward. The nearly forty yuan of cotton clothes made her flesh ache, but when she thought of the scene when she finished the final exam, Lin Fen felt better again.

In order to reward, Chen Meixi nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

In winter, the children ushered in their first final exam, and Lin Fangfei was also nervous. She was afraid that it would be a mistake to agree to Jinglin to go to preschool to study, looking at her little daughter's innocent face, she could only sigh, forget it, grades are not important, and the greatest blessing is that the child grows up healthy and safe.

On the day of the final exam, Lin Fangfei was afraid of being late, so she sent Jing Lin to school early.

Exams in preschool don't disrupt seats, and everyone sits where they are.

Jing Lin was not nervous at all, her knowledge was at the level of a third grade. "Rebirth" is a little incomprehensible for a child, and she sometimes feels at a loss, why she will do it, and she can know what will happen in the future. But there was a strong feeling in my heart that told Jing Lin that this was a very important secret, and my mother couldn't say it.

Zhou Ling sent the test papers, and Teacher Jiang also came to help, the preschool exam does not distinguish between Chinese and mathematics, and there is only one test paper for basic knowledge.

The children took the exam for the first time, and they were in a lot of situations, and they asked for leave to go to the toilet for a while, and the pencil was broken and sharpened badly, and the teachers had to help take care of it.

Chen Meixi's hand was bent into an arc, she covered the test paper while writing, Lin Fen said, she couldn't let Jing Lin copy her.

Jing Lin looked at the number of small flowers on the paper, and the children had a few questions, feeling so simple that they were a little idiotic.

Tu Mochu turned his head and saw that the little girl in the sun was seriously writing her name, he couldn't tell if she would or not, and whether she would be or not was none of his business.

Jing Lin finished it quickly, she thought it was so easy!