Zhuang Zhou suddenly laughed and leaned back and forth, you see, the game console in his hand has dropped.

"......" Shen Qingjia was speechless. Just because she can't play games, he's going to laugh at her like that? But for a moment she could not find the words to refute his unreasonable behavior. So Shen Qingjia kept looking at Zhuang Zhou in a daze, waiting for him to finish laughing.

"Ouch, I'm laughing to death. Shen Qingjia, are you too serious? I didn't say anything about you.

It's normal not to know how to play games. Just learn it.

Also, I'm talking about games, it's not that you don't know that. You can rest assured. "It was the first time Zhuang Zhou saw someone so attentive to other people's words, as if he was listening to a teacher's teachings. It's really hilarious.

This kid is so sincere. Zhuang Zhou's impression of Shen Qingjia was inexplicably three points better.

"What's that? Do you want to play with lost handkerchiefs? Shen Qingjia gave Zhuang Zhou a roll of his eyes.

Puff~

Song Fusheng was amused by the dialogue between these two living treasures, and lost the slightest interest in reading. One of them was more speechless than the other. Even if he was cold, he couldn't help but laugh at the moment.

"Shen Qingjia, can you stop being so naïve? Still losing your handkerchief? You think you're still a kindergarten kid. Otherwise, you will sing us a song "Lost Handkerchief" directly? Song Fusheng didn't laugh at first, but as soon as he finished speaking, he continued to laugh.

Now the whole air is filled with the factor of joy, and every inch of land is a happy smiling face.

Also.

was said by Song Fusheng, Shen Qingjia had nothing to say. How many years ago did I lose my handkerchief. Throwing away handkerchiefs is also called throwing handkerchiefs. Shen Qingjia played the most common game when he was in kindergarten. If memory serves, she was still playing the game until the first grade of elementary school. Before starting, prepare a few handkerchiefs, and then everyone elects a person who loses the handkerchief, and the rest squats down in a large circle. The game begins, and the person chosen to throw the handkerchief walks along the outside of the circle. The person who loses the handkerchief will unknowingly throw the handkerchief behind one of them. The person who has lost the handkerchief should quickly find the handkerchief behind him, and then quickly get up and chase the person who has lost the handkerchief, and the person who has lost the handkerchief should run along the circle, sit down when he runs to his position, and if he is caught, he will perform a show, which can perform dancing, singing, storytelling, etc. As for the children's song "Lost Handkerchief" mentioned by Song Fusheng, she often sang it at that time.

"Throw, throw, throw the handkerchief, gently put it on the back of the child, don't tell him, hurry up and catch him, hurry up and catch him. Hurry up and catch him. ”

Familiar melodies keep echoing in my head.

Later, for some reason, Shen Qingjia really sang unconsciously.

“……”

Song Fusheng didn't know what to say anymore, well, he admitted that she sang very well.

Zhuang Zhou applauded enthusiastically. What a sincere girl!

“……”

Shen Qingjia will really be embarrassed and thrown to her grandmother's house. She didn't know where to hide except for burying her red face in the couch cushions. This is 10,000 times more humiliating than the lazy waist just now. Shen Qingjia really wanted to cry.

"Shen Qingjia, it's okay. Didn't the writer you like Shen Song say - having a childlike heart is a thing to be proud of, no matter how old you are, having a childlike heart is worthy of admiration. Zhuang Zhou patted Shen Qingjia's shoulder and comforted.

"......" although Shen Song did say so in the column.

But Shen Qingjia still wants to continue to be an ostrich now.