She added: "I'm sorry, my family is like this, when we are together, you always say what you say, if you are embarrassed, don't take it to heart!" ”

Li Chengbin stopped, his deep eyes looked at her, and one hand was raised.

Xue Qing'er found that the hand was approaching her face, her heartbeat was constantly accelerating, and her breathing was a little disordered and short.

His hand paused on the right side of her cheek, curling a strand of messy hair from her forehead behind her head, then smiled at her, "Hair is blown." ”

"Oh." Xue Qing'er suddenly relaxed.

Li Chengbin continued to walk forward, "Thank you, I have never felt such a lively family atmosphere. Also, thank you mom for these little snacks. ”

He glanced back at the bag of crumbs that Xiao Zhang was carrying.

Xue Qing'er's head hung lower, "Really?" She wouldn't believe it anyway, Li Chengbin really likes these miscellaneous snacks.

He, a boy who doesn't eat fireworks in the world, has such a superior family background. On weekdays, I guess I will only eat something nutritious and healthy.

"Alright, thank you for sending me, goodbye!" Li Chengbin smiled and stood by the open car door, suddenly, he grabbed Xue Qing'er's head with one hand, and then, his lips fell between Xue Qing'er's forehead and hair.

She was stunned by the kiss.

Watching Li Chengbin sit in the car, the car gradually moved away, not far away, fireworks were being set off in broad daylight, and white fireworks kept blooming in the sky, although the color was basically not clear by the light of the day.

But her heart was full of pink roses, and a joy spread in her heart for no reason.

Hu Cancan saw this scene through the glass gap in the window.

Her teeth itched with hatred, and one hand clenched into a fist.

The Chinese New Year is always a must-do every year, and the life of the third year of high school can be said to be without any holidays.

The winter vacation only rested for about ten days, and after the important New Year's Pass, I basically started to make up classes again.

Xue Qing'er looked at the tired classmates who were buried in the stacks of books, and thought to herself, come on, when you cross this threshold, everything will be different and will become beautiful.

"Good morning!"

Xue Qing'er put down her schoolbag, said hello to Li Chengbin next to her, and sat down.

"Morning!" Li Chengbin stopped the pencil he was writing, looked at Xue Qing'er, and smiled slightly.

Xue Qing'er looked at the words he wrote, it was a poem: "If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight!" ”

The font is flying, and the pen is strong and powerful.

Although it was a pencil, it was written with a hard pen. One horizontal and one vertical, one skimming and one pinching, all with a pen edge, sharp and handsome. It's like, he's the same person.

"Good!" She couldn't help but sigh, and when she looked up, she met his dark eyes.

"Okay?" He said with a smile, as if he had made such an agreement with her, and asked again.

Xue Qing'er suddenly recalled his words, and when she found out his intentions, her face flushed with shame.

"I'm talking about your handwriting, it's very well written!"

"Oh." Li Chengbin continued to smile at her, and then continued to practice calligraphy.

The morning self-study began, and Xue Qing'er took a history book and began to memorize.

There was a loud reading sound in the classroom. In all kinds of books, there are people who memorize them. Liberal arts students are like this, they have too many things to memorize, and some students can even memorize mathematical formulas.

Xue Qing'er was reciting the knowledge points in the history book, and the corner of her eyes looked at Li Chengbin from time to time.

She found that Li Chengbin was not memorizing the text, but drawing in circles on a blank piece of paper.

At the end, Xue Qing'er put down the book and carefully looked at what he was drawing.

I saw that he wrote only one or two words, and then there were circles, arrows, and the drawing was a bit like a treasure map.

Then, with each word he wrote, he memorized something in his mind.

"What are you carrying?" I really couldn't hold back my curiosity, Xue Qing'er tilted her head and asked.

The pen in Li Chengbin's hand stopped, he looked at her, and smiled slightly: "I'm back to politics!" ”

"Back to politics?" Xue Qing'er's eyes looked at a girl in the first row not far away, the girl was putting the textbook in front of her, it was a political textbook, she read aloud the knowledge points in it, word for word.

On the other hand, Li Chengbin in front of him, he seemed to be very quiet and didn't make much noise.

"I'm picking on the key memories, plus memories." Li Chengbin added, and continued to bury his head and draw in circles on the paper.

"Oh." Xue Qing'er understood that it should be the same as the history of his last Islam, which is a memorization method that connects knowledge points and recalls.

So, Xue Qing'er also took out a piece of paper, held a pencil in his hand, and began to recite the history book in a similar way.

The quiet circle painting of the two attracted Zhou Ziqiang's strong curiosity.

He usually doesn't like to read much in his early self-study, but wanders around.

When I found that neither of them in the first row read aloud, but drew circles on the paper.

He seemed to have discovered a new world, looked at Xue Qing'er and then at Li Chengbin, and then happily grabbed the homework paper in front of Xue Qing'er and held it high.

"Look, they're both writing codes!"

The paper in Xue Qing'er's hand was taken away, and she was shocked, and when she looked up, she suddenly found that it was Zhou Ziqiang.

She stood up in anger and shouted, "Hurry up and give it to me!" ”

However, Zhou Ziqiang is also very tall among boys, a head taller than Xue Qing'er, his arms are also very long, holding the piece of paper high, and smiling mischievously at Xue Qing'er.

Xue Qing'er's hand was stretched to the limit, and she couldn't reach it.

It made a joke for a group of classmates behind him.

Everyone's eyes were on the piece of paper.

"What a code, Brother Qiang, translate it for us!" Jin Liang sat at the end, couldn't see clearly, so he jokingly suggested.

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" Seeing that someone responded, Zhou Ziqiang seemed to be encouraged.

He immediately stepped up to the podium, first rubbed the blackboard on the podium a few times, and then held a long thin bamboo stick in one hand and tapped it on the edge of the lectern for a while.

"Uh-a-cough......" he cleared his throat and said solemnly, "I'm going to read it, everyone please listen carefully......"

He glanced at the paper in his hand and saw that a circle was drawn on it, with Zhu Yuanzhang's Zhu character written in the middle, and an arrow pointing to another circle.

Because it was not finished, the circle was empty.

He looked at it carefully for a second, and immediately began to read: "I am Zhu ......"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the classmates burst into laughter.

Jin Liang covered his stomach with one hand and smiled, and gave Zhou Ziqiang a thumbs up with the other: "Brother Qiang, you are too powerful!" ”

Zhou Ziqiang didn't feel anything unusual, he started to read next.

"I'm Zhu ...... Come to your garden...... Ahem...... Empty, lonely, and helpless......" Then I saw an arrow pointing upward.