The 7th day of the first month: "......"

Dadby, you've pierced my fragile heart.

"Dad, you're treated differently!!"

Comrade Lao Nan rolled his eyes, "Why are you treated differently, don't you have any points in your heart?" ”

After all—

When he was one year old, Xiao Qiyue obediently drank milk, slept obediently, and laughed at everyone.

Xiao Chuqi is keen to pull poop everywhere...... left a heavy shadow on Comrade Lao Nan's internship father's career.

When they were three years old, the two went to kindergarten.

Xiao Qiyue came back and said in a milky voice: "I have a little red flower!" ”

Xiao Chuqi dragged his snot and said coolly: "Dad! I beat up a little P kid again today! ”

Then the parents came to the door, and Comrade Lao Nan pretended to be his grandson and apologized for more than two hours.

When I was seven years old.

Xiao July drew a cute greeting card, writing "Mom and Dad, I love you~"

The seventh ...... of the junior high school Playing football and rolling in the mud, he also practiced juggling the ball at home, and smashed Comrade Lao Nan's most beloved antique vase......

The list goes on and on.

In short, the two of them are a standard good child and a bear child.

In Comrade Lao Nan's heart, July is the baby little padded jacket, the seventh day of the new year? Jackets are too redundant!

On the seventh day of the first month, he picked up his schoolbag, and before going out, he said to Comrade Lao Nan in a deep voice:

"Dad, I know you're just talking, in my heart, I still love you and my sister!"

Comrade Lao Nan smiled and touched his dog's head: "Well, I love your sister too." ”

The seventh day of the first month: Death.

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Xingyuan High School.

South July went all the way, and there were exclamations everywhere.

The skin that has been removed from the camouflage is fair and delicate, the facial features are delicate and bright, and the glass-like eyes seem to be filled with a pool of autumn water, which is particularly infectious when laughing.

On the same day, many boys from Xingyuan High School posted that they felt like they were in love!

There are also countless girls who post and sigh: I feel like I'm going to be bent!

Class 11 in the second year of high school.

The celebration continues, and the activity of Class 11 is an exhibition of calligraphy and painting.

The works were collected by the whole class, some of them painted by themselves, and some of them took the collection of their families.

The class is very Chinese-style, but unfortunately the popularity is quite deserted, far less than the haunted house adventure of class 1 and the deacon café of class 3......

The squad leader was worried for a day yesterday, and today he looks at Nan Qiyue's eyes, just like looking at a national treasure giant panda, which is amazingly bright.

"July, you see you're part of our Class 11, and collective glory is important, isn't it?" Chen Haoyu rubbed his hands, a little difficult to speak.

Nan Qiyue was surprisingly easy to speak, "Do you need me to do anything?" ”

"You're standing at the door to greet you? No way...... In this way, everyone will come to see you as a group, not our calligraphy and painting exhibition......"

Nan Qi thought for a moment and proposed, "Otherwise, I play an instrument?" ”

Luo Nana came over to join in the fun, "This is good! It's best to fit our theme! ”

"A Chinese style musical instrument...... I can only use the guqin. “

Chen Haoyu slapped his leg, "The music club has a guqin!" I'll borrow it for you! ”

Not long after, Chen Haoyu borrowed the guqin and came back.

Nan Qi sat down, her fair-skinned slender fingers stroking the strings, and began to play.

The distant sound of the piano sounded slowly, loose and far away, like a heavenly sound, cold and like entering a fairyland......

Chen Haoyu was nervous, "Will anyone come?" ”

Jiang Shi stared at the petite figure for a moment, and pulled the corners of his mouth:

"Yes."

"Where did you get your confidence......

"Because she's South July."