She turned her head, looked at Bai Jianshe very innocently, and continued: "Dad, you are my dad, I fry rice for you, I want you to eat more, I really feel sorry for you, I want you to grow better, don't be dragged down by high-intensity work, is it wrong that I care about you?" ”

This question, Bai Jianjian was a little weak-hearted.

I always hear Zhang Chenghui in front of me, hinting that Bai Tong is withdrawn and doesn't know how to care about people, why does my daughter know how to care about herself today, and she thinks that she cares wrong?

Bai Jianshe didn't have the anger he had earlier, and his voice, unconsciously, softened: "How can I say that you care about people because you care about the wrong thing, I just ask if you have taken this novel." ”

Bai Tong shook his head again: "Dad, from beginning to end, I don't know what novel you are talking about. If you don't believe me, you can go to my house and search it. ”

Bai Qiaoqiao mentioned the novel to her in the morning, and now, she already knew in her heart that Bai Qiaoqiao would definitely take the novel back to school.

But if she says it now, Zhang Chenghui will definitely refute it, and Bai Qiaoqiao has already left with the novel, that is, there is no evidence and no physical evidence, and she will only be charged with saying bad things about Bai Qiaoqiao behind her back.

Therefore, she resolutely didn't say that Bai Qiaoqiao took it, but insisted that Bai Jianshe and Zhang Chenghui go to her room to collect it.

After Bai Tong entered adolescence, Bai Jianjian, a father, naturally avoided suspicion and never entered Bai Tong's room.

Now, seeing that Bai Tong's room was refreshing and refreshing, not like Bai Qiaoqiao, which was plastered with posters such as the Little Tigers, Bai Jianshe breathed a sigh of relief.

In this small room, Bai Tong cooks very well, even if the room is so simple that there is only a wooden bed, a writing desk, and a wooden box, but Bai Tong is still properly organized.

The quilt with her big red flower quilt stacked on the head of the bed, on the writing desk, Bai Tong didn't know when, found two thick wires, bent into a simple book pattern, those commonly used textbooks, just neatly arranged, at a glance.

On the table, there were still a few books spread out, and when Zhang Chenghui saw it, he rushed over without saying a word and took those books over.

However, it's a pity that these books are either mathematics, Chinese, and chemistry that Zhang Chenghui can't understand at all, but there is no novel of "A Curtain of Dreams".

"Where's the book?" Zhang Chenghui asked.

"The books are all sitting here." Bai Tong replied calmly.

Bai Jianshe followed and walked over, flipping through Bai Tong's books.

But seeing that those books were densely filled with notes all around, it could be seen that Bai Tong still wrote with a beautiful hand.

Bai Jianshe was a little surprised, it seemed that he was too busy and tired all day, and many situations about his daughter Bai Tong were just when he went to bed, so Zhang Chenghui nagged a few words in his ear.

But now, he is facing it for the first time, it turns out that his daughter actually writes with such a beautiful pen.

"You wrote all this?" Bai Jianshe asked in disbelief.

Bai Tong replied frankly: "Yes, I have been recuperating at home for the past few days anyway, so I will review these homework and preview them again." ”

Bai Jianshe listened to this, and was relieved, it seems that this daughter of hers still loves to study, even if she has to be raised at home for a few days because of her forehead injury and bleeding, she still insists on studying.

Zhang Chenghui looked at this scene and was extremely unwilling.

She took Bai Jianshe to investigate Bai Tong's, not to let Bai Jianshe come to see Bai Tong's good.

She immediately rummaged through this room, not only the writing desk, but also Bai Tong's bed, and even the wooden box where the clothes were placed turned upside down.

Bai Tong let her turn it over, and even asked very calmly: "I said, I don't know anything about novels at all, now, do you believe it?" ”

Zhang Chenghui was unwilling, and turned over Bai Tong's bed again, even checking the bottom of the bed, she didn't believe it, Bai Tong actually had the ability to hide the novel.

"That's enough." Bai Jianshe said Zhang Chenghui.

Zhang Chenghui is still working hard to rummage through Bai Tong's clothes box, originally, in this room, there are just three kinds of home, a bed, a writing desk, and a wooden box, she has turned back and forth twice, but she still hasn't found it.

She didn't look up, and of course she didn't notice Bai Jianjian's face.

She said: "I'll look for it again, maybe Bai Tong has hidden the novel somewhere we can't find it." ”

Bai Jianshe is honest, he usually doesn't have anything to do at home, but it doesn't mean that he is stupid.

Yesterday the novel was found in Bai Qiaoqiao's room, today Bai Qiaoqiao is not there, and the book is not there, and when he comes back to Bai Tong's room, he can't find anything, of course he can guess that this matter is not about Bai Tong's business at all.

Zhang Chenghui flipped through it again, but still didn't find it, the original idea was to search Bai Tong's body, maybe this novel was hidden in Bai Tong's body.

"Perhaps, Bai Tong stole the novel back and burned it on fire, so I can't find it." Zhang Chenghui tried to assume this kind of scene.

"That's enough." Bai Jianjian's face completely darkened: "Needless to say, this matter." Didn't you say that the vegetable seedlings on the slope still need to be drenched? Pack our things and let's go uphill. ”

Zhang Chenghui reluctantly went to the backyard to pack up farm tools, and when Bai Jianshe left, he said to Bai Tong: "Study hard, don't let your father down." ”

Bai Tong knew that this time, Dad believed in himself.

She blinked her sparkling eyes and said to Bai Jianjian: "Don't worry, Dad, I will study hard and never remember your disappointment." ”

"Hmm." Bai Jianshe nodded, didn't say a word more, and went uphill with the dung bucket.

Zhang Chenghui was depressed in his heart, originally, he deliberately made Bai Tong ugly and let Bai Jianshe scold Bai Tong fiercely, but now, Bai Jianshe did not scold Bai Tong, but agreed with Bai Tong's performance and asked Bai Tong to study hard.

Until now, Zhang Chenghui firmly believes that it was Bai Tong who took the novel, not Bai Qiaoqiao.

Over the years, she asked Bai Qiaoqiao to pretend to be a well-behaved and sensible girl who loves to learn in front of Bai Jianjian, and after pretending to be so long, even Zhang Chenghui herself believes that her daughter is a girl who loves to study and study hard, so she won't believe that her daughter will secretly read novels.

At six or seven o'clock in the evening, Bai Jianshe and Zhang Chenghui came back from the slope with a tired body, and Bai Jianshe was full of the smell of sweat and feces.

Bai Tong was used to it, she poured the hot water boiling on the honeycomb coal stove, and handed it to Bai Jianjian, along with soap and towels: "Dad, wash your face." ”

can have such a caring and thoughtful care of his daughter, Bai Jianshe is very sweet in his heart.