The sun is so warm that it doesn't seem to exist in the cold winter, I don't know why, when I am alone with Xiao Xuan, I can always encounter this beautiful moment. Ning Yi's heart was uneasy, and a faint flush inevitably appeared on his face, but fortunately, Xiao Xuan was bowing his head and taking medicine carefully, and he had no time to take care of it.

After smearing the medicine, he picked up the slippers that he had just thrown aside and put them back on Ning Yi's feet, staring at a serious face and saying, "On a cold day, don't wear slippers barefoot, put on your socks." ”

Ning Yi's calf was still in his arms, and he hurriedly shrank at this time, nodding like pounding garlic: "Okay, okay." ”

Xiao Xuanshun glanced at the book in front of her, and the corners of his mouth hooked slightly: "How is the writing?" ”

As soon as the topic changed, Ning Yi finally broke free from the thin fingertips and warm palms that made his scalp tingle, and proudly pushed the book in front of him: "Look at it." ”

Of course, she Ning someone had long forgotten that she was here not long ago, and she ruthlessly refused Lin Wen who wanted to see her book. Why are humans so double-standard? Ning Yi bit the corner of his lip, maybe Xiao Xueba has always been very artistic, humanistic feelings, so he admires him more and trusts him?

Ning Yi was immediately frightened by his own thoughts.

Xiao Xueba, who bowed his head, didn't notice her small movements, he looked intently at Ning Yi's notes, and the gold-framed eyes on the bridge of his nose made the whole person look like a delicate work of art that could only be viewed from a distance. Ning Yi was a little drumming in his heart when his work was reviewed for the first time. It's not that she is proud and bragging, at least in the same age group, in the same life class, from childhood to adulthood, no one around her has the qualifications and ability to judge her writing ability. But Xiao Xuan is different, his appearance has subverted many of Ning Yi's cognitions, and it is not just the ontological nature of Xueba.

Ning Yi herself has some loftiness and pride that others are difficult to detect, and this pride has not been touched and disturbed by anyone for many years, so she is very comfortable. But now facing Xiao Xuan, she is cramped, like a child facing an unknown trial, and he is worried about taking out the things he is proud of to show more powerful adults, but in fact, there is some strange unequal inferiority complex at the bottom.

Pride and inferiority often coexist, and as soon as they cross the line with each other, they become each other.

Xiao Xuan slowly finished flipping through the book, and there was a faint light in his raised eyes, like a depressed galaxy, enveloping the chaos and depression of the true colors of heaven and earth. Ning Yi was playing the drums, but he really didn't understand what was in his eyes. So she whispered and asked, "How's it going?" ”

He looked at her for a while, and turned over the rolled-up footer at the end of the book: "Ning Yi, you are really delayed by science." ”

Somehow, hearing his words, Ning Yi suddenly wanted to cry. It's not that she is hypocritical, she is still waiting anxiously for Xueba's comments, and when she hears this at this moment, her enthusiasm is like being dragged up by a few words in his flat tone, and she can't wait to rush to her throat immediately, forcing herself to applaud her persistence for many years, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Ning Yi sniffled: "Do you believe it?" Sooner or later, I'll let everyone see what I've written. In fact, since I was a child, everyone knows that my writing is good, but no one believes me, do you believe me? ”

Xiao Xuan didn't seem to think about it: "It's useless whether I believe it or not, the important thing is that you have to believe in yourself." In my opinion, you can already succeed in theory, but there is still an opportunity missing, and opportunities are hard to find, so there are often discrepancies between theory and practice. However, as far as your volunteer teaching is concerned, the materials in hand may not be considered an opportunity. ”