This morning, the few children who should have come to Qi Shuanglu to play as usual did not come to him, he was very popular and there was no shortage of playmates, this situation was very unusual, but the two people who were having a good time did not notice this small change.

The bed where he slept during the lunch break was very soft, and the quilt also exuded the smell of the sun, and the children around him were asleep, Wen Qi looked at the sleeping faces of these children and turned off the light.

Then a small bag bulged out in the center of the room, and there was a little sound of flipping books inside.

Qi Shuanglu was about to fall asleep, but the voice came from his right, he sat up from the bed blindfolded, looked around for the voice, tilted his head to the right, and saw the bulging bag at a glance.

"What are you doing?"

He asked, and the packet paused visibly, but didn't speak. He waited patiently for a while, and the corner of the quilt was lifted, and a small head emerged from it, which was Chi Jisong.

"I'm sorry that you went to sleep."

From the little girl's calm face, he seemed to see that he was sorry, and his mother said that little ladies are always right, so he lied, "It's okay, in fact, I'm not sleepy, are you reading?" ”

Chi Ji paused for a while, pushed out the book that was pressed under him, held the end of the light bulb of the small flashlight with his little hand, and the faint light shone on the cover, allowing Qi Shuanglu to see the words on it clearly.

"Do you know French?"

"Is this French?"

The boy's eyes instantly became admiring, this is kindergarten, the little girl is so serious and studious, but it is impossible to learn a profound language on his own, he doesn't mind helping her.

Qi Shuanglu coughed and said deliberately: "Of course, my sister is married to a Frenchman, so I can't admit my mistake." ”

He was looking forward to it in his heart, and sure enough, he heard Chi Jisong's request, "Then can you tell me about the content?" ”

"Hmm...... Cream ......"

A child's whisper suddenly came from the front, and Qi Shuanglu was so frightened that he buried his head in his knees, with a bit of the meaning of a soldier, "Is someone awake?" ”

He was asking Chi Jisong, and he had a gut feeling that she would not be scared and hidden.

"No, he seems to have dreamed of cakes." The boy's words reminded Chi Jisong of the sheep he saw in the movie that afternoon, "Will the cream of the cake be as soft as wool?" ”

Qi Shuanglu raised his head suddenly, his face was a little flushed, and he was a little surprised, "Haven't you eaten cake?" ”

The little girl's silence confirmed this, and his face wrinkled, "That's a pity. ”

"I think so too." This is the truth, the money she earned by touching porcelain, Mother Lin didn't use it to buy a piece of cake, but she was sold to Chi Wei as a cake.

"Can I go to you?" The little boy looked at the door, "I'm afraid the teacher will come in later." ”

Chi Jisong understood and moved a position to facilitate him to come over.

The distance between the two beds was not very far, only a gap as thick as a little finger, and the bed was very strong, and it did not make a sound for the time he had passed.

The quilt covered the two of them, and only the small bag shone with a little yellow light.

Chi Jisong sat aside and held the lamp, so that Qi Shuanglu looked more convenient.

The cover was opened, he flipped to the first page, pointed to the title and asked, "Do you know what this means?" ”

Chi Jisong shook his head honestly, he pouted, "You are really patient with this book. ”

"Patience is a good quality." She remembered what Wen Qi said in class.

"Yes," Qi Shuanglu read to her, pointing to a sentence, "Dessinez-moiunmoutonsilvousplaît means that please draw me a sheep." ”

Chi Jisong remembered the content of the movie, he translated it correctly, and she praised it sincerely: "Your French is so good." ”

Hearing a compliment from a girl she has a good impression of is something to be excited about, not to mention that this girl is usually cool and has few words and facial paralysis, so it is even more pleasing to hear such a compliment.

"My sister is married to a Frenchman, so I'm kind of a person with French genes." Qi Shuanglu admitted in his heart that he was a little proud.

He had read in his sister's textbook that the family would have similar genes, although he didn't understand what "genes" were, and Bruce had already married his sister, so even if it was his family, this statement should be true.

But he knows a little French, entirely because Bruce's Chinese is not particularly good, and he will communicate with Qi Shuanglu in French from time to time, which is a linguistic talent.

His finger moved to the next word, "Skin...... Pilete, the battery, the little prince is asking a battery to paint sheep for him. ”

The French pilots are Pilote and Pilete are just one letter apart, Qi Shuanglu has never seen "The Little Prince", he confused them with his memory of words, but he spoke confidently and affirmed a few times, "Yes, that's right, he is asking a battery to draw a sheep for him." ”

Chi Jisong, who had watched the movie, was not so easy to fool, she corrected him: "I think it should be a pilot." ”

"Huh?" He stared at the word for a few more moments, and finally confirmed, "It's the battery!" I'm not mistaken. ”

"He's supposed to be a pilot."

"Battery."

"Batteries don't draw sheep." Chi Jisong tried to reason with him.

"It's a book for little ones, and there's nothing impossible." He was so anxious that his face began to turn red again, and he refused to budge.

Chi Jisong didn't know that he was starting to get angry, and he didn't want to quarrel with him, but insisted on explaining to him: "This is a book without batteries, that is the pilot." ”

The girl's tone was much calmer than his, which made him feel wrong, but it was obviously impossible, she didn't even know it was French until he said it!

She made him feel ashamed, Qi Shuanglu closed the book, sat up with his hands, the quilt was lifted, the light was revealed, the sleeping children around frowned, and made a few babbles, Chi Jisong turned off the light very calmly.

"I'm sleepy, I'm going back to sleep." As he spoke, he stood up and stepped back into his bed.

The girl behind her didn't keep him, she just said, "Okay." ”

He lay down with his back to her, angrily covering himself with the quilt, which was very ungentlemanly, but at this moment his broken heart made him careless.