What the hell?

Fu Qingze looked at the piece of plasticine in his hand that could only barely be seen in the shape of a human, and finally reluctantly turned his head to look at Bai Qianqian.

The result?

Bai Qianqian didn't look at him at all, the plasticine stuffed into his hand and turned around and walked away with the bag on his back.

Fu Qingze: ???

After Bai Qianqian walked out of the study, he took a serious look at the 'villain' in his hand.

Ugly.

It's ugly.

It's hard to tell the difference between the nose and the eyes.

Bai Qianqian's hands-on ability is really still the ability of a three-year-old child......

It wasn't until he turned the little man over and saw the three crooked little characters engraved on the back that he recognized it for a while that Fu Qingze understood that Bai Qianqian had pinched him......

If it weren't for the fact that there was no third person in this study, Fu Qingze would have suspected that his name behind this little man was written by someone else.

Although these three words are still crooked and difficult to read, if these three words are from the hand of a three-year-old baby...... Fu Qingze still felt a little shocked.

He taught her once, yes, but after not writing for so long, she could write his name so clearly?

Originally, Fu Qingze still felt that the name engraved on the back of this villain was the same as cursing him, but thinking of Bai Qianqian's age and the words she wrote, he felt a little complicated.

Did she secretly practice his name?

Would Bai Qianqian, who looked stupid and sweet, actually make so much effort behind his back?

Why?

Just because you want him to be nice to her?

Fu Qingze couldn't read the extracurricular books anymore, and was stunned as he carefully held the plasticine that had not yet dried.

After a long time, he put the little figure in his hand into the small box next to his bookcase, and then washed and rested.

If Bai Qianqian was there, she would definitely point to that small frame and clap happily.

Because......

Next to her rubber man, there was a colorful book immediately, wasn't it the one she gave to Fu Qingze on the day of Qixi Festival?

That's it.

Although Bai Qianqian didn't talk to Fu Qingze, day by day, Fu Qingze would always receive some strange gifts.

Like what......

He looked at the yellow chrysanthemum in front of him, and sat in his room listening to the roar from next door, a little speechless.

Bai Qianqian actually secretly picked the chrysanthemums that Uncle Bai had raised for a long time before finally blooming and sent them to him.

Originally, Fu Qingze was still a little worried that if he didn't see Bai Qianqian for seven days, he would feel unaccustomed.

Right now......

Although the two of them really didn't say a word for seven days, she hung around in front of his eyes every day without saying anything, and she always caused something to make him want to be quiet......

Fu Qingze has the feeling that he has a leather monkey at home.

Seven days passed quickly.

Day 8.

Bai Qianqian got up from the bed at six o'clock, hurriedly asked Li Yutong to help her comb a small braid, and ran to Fu Qingze's house in her pajamas regardless of it.

Fu Qingze, who had just finished washing up and walked downstairs, had a little headache when he saw Bai Qianqian, who ran to him and then planted it in his arms.

"Little brother, little brother, seven days have passed! We can talk! Oh, roar, roar~" Bai Qianqian happily grabbed Fu Qingze's school uniform and screamed.

Fu Qingze looked at Bai Qianqian, who was like a little madman, and he should have felt irritable, but for some reason, there was a hint of sweetness in his heart.

With her entangled, it doesn't seem to be as sad as I imagined......

[See you at twelve o'clock~ Come and come in the ticket bowl~]