After finishing the last question, the Sultan looked at the time, it was already half past eleven, she turned around and asked Mo Ziqi, "Have you finished writing?" I'm going to sleep. ”

Mo Ziqi was already sleepy, and he didn't care whether the roll was finished or not, he replied: "I sleep too." After saying that, he turned off the typhoon, quickly climbed into bed, and after lying down, he let out a comfortable *: "Whew, tomorrow is Friday again, and there will be no holiday from next week, and I feel that life is dark when I think about it." ”

The Sultan also went to bed and said: "If everything is dark in the third year of high school, it will not feel dark in the future, and there are only two kinds of people who can live like a fish in water in the third year of high school: one is the one who runs a coal mine at home, and the other is the one who gives up treatment in life." ”

"Eh, then I can live like a fish in water! Although my family doesn't have a mine, it's still a local tyrant. "Mo Ziqi is very energetic when he talks nonsense, and he feels like he can make two more rolls.

"Heh, then you have to work harder, how can you protect your family without two brushes?" The Sultan yawned, thinking that he would fall asleep with his eyes closed.

"Ahh What kind of world, now the richer you are, the more you have to work hard, isn't it? Mo Ziqi wailed.

The Sultan's eyelids began to knot, and he said vaguely, "Yes! Think about it, if a rich second generation is not as good as his father, then others will say that this family has given birth to a loser, but if it is an ordinary family, as long as it is a little stronger than the previous generation, people will say, the children of this family are really promising, do you say so? ”

Mo Ziqi's mind flashed a lot of losers on TV, and then he shuddered and warned himself: What is a roll? It's the scary son of a loser!

Today is Friday again, after eating breakfast and coming out of the cafeteria, Mo Ziqi turned his face to the sun, rubbed his face with his hands, and said with some sensationalism: "Farewell, my holiday, farewell, my hot pot, farewell, the dishes cooked by my aunt at home." ”

Burst... Ji Xun squirted out a mouthful of water and said to Jiang Nan: "Are you sure you are accepting an apprentice, not a pig?" ”

Before Jiang Nan could speak, Mo Ziqi had already widened his eyes and said angrily: "Ji Xun, are you looking for a fight?" "You're a pig!

"Oh, oh, the tiger is in power." Ji Xun hurriedly hid behind Jiang Nan, and several people laughed.

Back in the classroom, the Sultan asked Jixun, "Is yesterday's photo still there?" Give me two. ”

Ji Xun subconsciously glanced at the schoolbag hanging on the side of the desk and asked, "What do you want photos for?" ”

"Look! Wouldn't it be a pity not to take such a good picture of me? The Sultan said with a serious face.

"Tut-tut... Sultan, I've noticed that you've been getting a little thick-skinned lately. Mo Ziqi secretly complained, who would boast about himself like this?

"Where?" The Sultan made an exaggerated expression and said, "I'm pretty thick-skinned, okay?" ”

Jiang Nan on the side listened to it and asked strangely, "Why are you in such a good mood today?" "It stands to reason that there will be no holiday soon, and the mood should be a little depressed!

"Because I can go home this afternoon! Let me start by saying that I want to enjoy my personal space the day after tomorrow, so I will come in the afternoon. What about you? Mo Ziqi also tightened up.

"Oh! That's it! Jiang Nan began to make rolls again, and continued: "I originally wanted to ask you to go swimming the day after tomorrow, since you want to enjoy personal space, forget it." ”

Mo Ziqi was excited when he heard Jiang Nan's words, and asked excitedly, "Really?" Go, go, I'm going, I haven't been there for half a year. ”

Jiang Nan didn't raise his head, and asked with a smile: "Don't enjoy personal space?" ”

"Personal space will have time to enjoy in the future, not bad this time." How long has it been since they have been out and played? She's going to get moldy, okay? And to be honest, the so-called personal space is actually to sleep at home, okay?

"What about you? Do you go swimming or do the questions the day after tomorrow? Jiang Nan asked Sultan and Ji Xun.

The Sultan also took out a pen to prepare for the question, and when he heard Jiang Nan ask, he replied: "I'm not going, I don't have a swimsuit, and I can't swim." "I'm not going to be a light bulb, this is what I have to pay back sooner or later, isn't it?

"I'm not going either, my grades have dropped seriously, so I have to work hard!" Ji Hoon's excuse is simply not an excuse.

"And when are you coming over the day after tomorrow?" Mo Ziqi looked at the Sultan and asked.

The Sultan didn't think about it, and replied directly: "Come back after lunch." ”

Mo Ziqi glanced at Ji Xun behind him and asked, "Aren't you coming to do the question with Ji Xun?" ”

"No, what about the cusp now, what if it's filmed again?" The Sultan began to work on the questions.

Mo Ziqi shrugged his shoulders and made a helpless expression towards Ji Xun.

After doing a few questions, the Sultan always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it until after school, and he didn't remember that he asked Ji Xun for photos after breakfast, and later because of Jiang Nan and Mo Ziqi's interjections, he forgot all about it.

Ji Xun was waiting for her at the school gate as usual, and the Sultan walked over and watched Ji Xun hold out a hand towards him.

Ji Xun shook his head helplessly, and took out two photos from his pocket and gave them to her.

"What else?" The Sultan asked, looking at the picture in his hand.

"There are only five in total, because I tore them off the blackboard, so I have a lot of credit, I'm three and you're two, so it's okay to distribute it, right?" Ji Xun said that the head is the Tao.

The Sultan glared at him and said a little fiercely, "You're only two!" After speaking, he pinched two photos and walked to the bus stop.

Seeing that she was gone, Ji Xun could only get off the bicycle and push it to catch up, explaining to the Sultan: "No, don't be angry! I really just made a slip of the tongue, really, eh, don't run! Be careful with your car. ”

The Sultan really didn't want to pay attention to him, but in order not to be more conspicuous, she still got on Ji Xun's bicycle and asked him to quickly leave the crowd with her.

"Is it cold?" When he arrived at the bus stop closest to the main station, Ji Xun asked the Sultan who was standing next to him and was warming his hands with his mouth.

"It's okay," the Sultan looked at the cloudy sky and thought to himself: I wonder when it will snow?

There were only the two of them and a bicycle at the bus stop, Ji Xun looked at her frozen red fingertips, took the paper bag in her hand for her, and said, "Put your hand in my pocket, my pocket is cashmere, it's very warm." ”

Ji Xun's eyes were clean, as white as snow, without blemishes, and the Sultan put his right hand inside, and the touch told her that it was indeed warm inside, and the pockets of Ji Xun's clothes were very large, enough for both hands.

The Sultan's thoughts flashed through her mind, and her hand was held by a hand bigger than hers, and she subconsciously wanted to stretch out her hand, but the other party's strength was much greater than her own, she struggled a few times, and then went with him, but her face felt hot like a sauna.

The two of them just stood like that, neither of them spoke, nor looked at each other, but in the same pocket, the boy's broad palm held the girl's snow-white slender hand, and for a moment felt that the temperature of the small bus stop had risen.

It wasn't until the bus that the Sultan was sitting went away, and the Sultan didn't look at Ji Xun, Ji Xun only saw that her crimson face was a little shy, and waited for a while, until the bus disappeared from sight, Ji Xun took a long breath, he really just wanted the Sultan to warm his hands at first, and he didn't know why he suddenly put his hand into his pocket and held the Sultan's hand, as if he just went with the flow, and did it if he wanted to, in fact, he was also very nervous.

Sultan, who was sitting on the bus, also exhaled, she didn't expect Ji Xun to be so blatant, although no one saw it, but she reacted that when Ji Xun held her hand, she obviously felt that her heartbeat had stopped, and until now her heartbeat speed had not recovered.

After a while, the Sultan took out the two photos of her and Ji Xun from his school bag, one was the back of the two holding an umbrella together, and the other was the photo of the Sultan handing the soup to Ji Xun in the cafeteria.

The Sultan looked at the two photos, and a slight smile on the corner of his mouth raised, this was their first group photo, and it was actually secretly taken by someone to use as evidence of their early love.

When he got home, the Sultan saw his younger brother doing his homework on the couch and asked, "Tangyuan, are your parents back?" ”

"Shhhh

The Sultan was made to laugh by his appearance as a little adult, walked over and sat down, took off his school bag and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" ”

"The doctor said that my mother should recuperate, and he said that recuperation is to be kept quietly, so we must speak quietly, and we can't be naughty to make our mother angry." Eight-year-old Cheng Jing said seriously.

But his serious words made the Sultan's nerves tense, and he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with Mom?" After saying that, she quickly put down her things and walked towards her mother's master bedroom.

Twisted the door open, it was very clean inside, Su Ling was already asleep lying on the bed, Sultan looked at her sleeping mother on the bed, and looked at her watch again, it was already more than four o'clock, even if it was a good winter to sleep, it was time to wake up, she walked over, squatted down on the edge of the bed, and shouted softly: "Mom, Mom..."

"Hmm..." Su Ling woke up, maybe she had slept for too long, Su Ling's mind was still a little confused, and asked, "It's dawn?" ”

"Poof... Mom, you're sleepy, aren't you? It's afternoon. The Sultan was amused by her.

Su Ling sat up slowly, and only after seeing that it was the Sultan did she stretch her waist and ask, "You're back, what do you want to eat?" Mom doesn't have to go to work tomorrow, so she can do it for you. ”

"I don't want it, grandpa and grandma cook it better." The Sultan expressed dislike for Su Ling's cooking skills.

Su Ling glanced at the Sultan, tapped her forehead with the tip of her finger, and scolded with a smile: "Ghost girl"

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, the Sultan asked, "Mom, what did Tang Yuan mean when he said you want to recuperate?" Are you sick? ”

Su Ling looked at her son, who was pretending to be working hard to do his homework, then at her daughter with a nervous face, and said with a smile: "Don't listen to his nonsense, I'm just weak in qi and blood, so I'm more luxurious, and I'm already drinking Chinese medicine to recuperate, I'm afraid that he will be too noisy, so I told him to be quiet." ”

Sultan looked at his mother carefully, and found that her face was indeed a little pale, and she seemed to be thin, and couldn't help but admonish: "Mom, don't lose weight anymore, if you lose weight again, not only will there be no flesh on your face, but people will not look energetic, you know?" ”

"Okay, go do your homework, won't someone like your mother and me take care of themselves?" After saying that, Su Ling drove the Sultan to her room to do her homework.