Si Jing brought her chopsticks and a tissue to Wen Tingwan's sleeves.

Wen Tingwan wore a white sweatshirt today, which looked well-behaved and cute.

It's just that the red spots on the face have not completely subsided, and there are still some red marks, and it is estimated that it will go down after taking medicine for another day.

"Yes, I used to eat here when I was a kid." Si Jing replied with a smile.

Wen Tingwan looked at him in surprise, "Wow, then you are so happy, there are so many shops here." The girl looked envious.

"yes." Si Jing had a warm smile on his face.

"Here, two bowls of ravioli." The boss walked out with a tray.

Two steaming bowls of wontons are placed on the table, the soup base is moist, dotted with green green onions, and the round little wontons float in the soup, the aroma is overflowing, and it looks very tempting.

Wen Tingwan sniffed the fragrance in the air, only a little, and she didn't like the green onion very much.

Si Jing took a step ahead of her, took out a tissue and put it on the table, picked up chopsticks and picked the green onion in it.

"This old man in this shop, he's old, maybe he didn't hear clearly." He smiled and explained to Wen Tingwan.

The grandfather of this shopkeeper didn't have such a good ear a long time ago, and often couldn't hear the customer's requirements clearly, but the old customers still came often, and his wontons were healthy and delicious, and they were suitable for three meals a day.

The steaming white mist rose, Si Jing picked carefully, and his whole face was in the white air.

Wen Tingwan subconsciously stared at him, and her heart was filled with fine joy.

"Alright, you're done, let's eat!" Si Jing pushed the bowl of chopped green onions in front of her.

Wen Tingwan wanted to say thank you, but when the words came to his lips, he remembered that Si Jing had said not to say thank you in front of him.

She pursed her lips, tilted her head and nodded heavily, meeting his long, gentle eyes.

Si Jing's eyes signaled her to eat quickly, Wen Tingwan hooked the corners of her lips, and took the spoon handed over by Si Jing.

She scooped up a small round wonton and blew it for a while before she took a bite, because she was afraid of getting hot, and she only bit half of it.

She doesn't rush anything to eat, she doesn't hurry up with that kind of rhythm, and the etiquette at the dinner table is always observed.

Looking at Si Jing again, although the food is not bad, but it is not compatible with Wenya, he took a bite, and the small wontons easily entered the whole stomach.

Wen Tingwan eats very much like a kitten, and glances at Si Jing from time to time.

Then bow your head and eat your own, and eat with your friends, what a joy!

Wen Ting's dinner was not large, but today's wontons were particularly in line with her appetite, and she finished all the bowls.

She took a sip of the soup with satisfaction, Si Jing had already finished eating, and she didn't bother her with anything.

"It's delicious." Wen Tingwan smiled contentedly, and patted his stomach lightly under the table, it was so full!

"If you like it." Si Jing touched her head.

Wen Tingwan found that Si Jing has been touching her head more and more frequently recently, and she seems to be more and more familiar.

Thinking about it carefully, the number of times Si Jing touched her head during this period of time was more than the number of times Jiang Chuheng touched her head over the years.

"Grandpa Zhou, see you next time." Before going out, Si Jing also said hello, and the old man smiled and waved his hand, asking them to come back next time.

Wen Tingwan also said goodbye.

Walking out of the small restaurant, the breeze outside blows Wen Tingwan's ears.

The tall, sunny boy walked beside her, "What do you usually like to do?" Like when you're idle. ”

Si Jing was chatting awkwardly, and he found out, but he only found out when he had already asked this sentence, and he couldn't wait to give himself a kick in his heart.

"I didn't like to do anything before – but now, I love playing the violin and talking to you, your friends."

"That's so good." Si Jing smiled noncommittally.

Wen Tingwan didn't want to leave a stereotype on him, so he laughed dryly twice and asked back, "What about you?" What do you like? ”

Si Jing raised his eyebrows, and there was a smile in his cold voice, "I want to think about it, I'm ...... I like to play basketball, play games, or go to the game city with Zhao Zhe and them. ”

Si Jing raised his head and combed the broken hair on his forehead, giving people a high-spirited sense of youth.

"......" Wen Tingwan looked at her with wide eyes, as if she was very curious about what Si Jing said.

Si Jing suddenly felt like he was taking a bad child, and he felt a little guilty in his heart.

Wen Tingwan heard him say with a little helplessness and weakness: "Good students can't learn. ”

Wen Tingwan immediately retorted, "You are obviously a good student, and whether you are a good student or not cannot be judged by grades alone." ”

She walks in a regular manner, her hands are not shaking, and her steps are steady, how to say, it seems to be a prescribed pace.

"Yes, yes, we are right to say everything we say."

Si Jing's tone was doting, but she didn't have the initial feeling of being hot, as if unconsciously, she was already very familiar with Si Jing's tolerance and indescribable spoiling.

"I'm serious." Wen Tingwan emphasized.

"I want to go too." Wen Tingwan suddenly said this.

Si Jing was still a little stunned, but when he reacted, he realized that what the girl said was that she also wanted to do what he liked.

He chuckled and promised her, "Okay, I'll take you there when you're free." ”

Wen Tingwan nodded, and her heart fluttered, like eating candied fruit, fragrant and sweet.

As she walked around the corner, Wen Tingwan saw a few boys with colored hair looking at each other, looking strange.

It's not a short road, and she hopes it will be a little longer.

………………

It was Si Jing who sent her home and waved goodbye to her at the gate of the community.

The mobile phone rings, "It's Miss Wen, the recording studio you booked, I'll confirm the time with you here, it's ten o'clock tomorrow morning, right?" ”

"Yes." The corners of Wen Tingwan's lips curled.

Tomorrow, she can go and record that song and send it to Si Jing.

Maybe, her current level is not the best, but she still has a long, long time to improve, and in the future, she can record more and better tunes for Si Jing.

Less than one o'clock when I got home, Wen Tingwan took medicine and planned to take a nap.

Sitting at the table and thinking about it, she still went to practice the piano again, and she played for about an hour before going out in the morning.

That's still too little practice for her, not to mention that she's going to the studio tomorrow.

After simply adjusting the state, Wen Tingwan began to play the violin.

The clock ticked on the wall.

Practicing over and over again has made her more able to integrate with the piano and become more confident and dazzling.

Wen listened to the late violin and easily entered a state of self-forgetfulness, and by the time she reacted, two and a half hours had passed.

[S: It's home, learn to get!] 】

At this time, she saw the message sent by Si Jing, and he also posted a picture, which was a photo of himself sitting at his desk, and the paper was spread out on the table.

Glimpsing the pattern of the corner of the table, Wen Tingwan's fingers stayed on the screen, zoomed in, and saw the figure on Si Jing's table, Sakuragi Hanamichi.

There was also a poster of Sakuragi Hanamichi on the wall, and she stared at the picture with great interest for a long time.

Then double-clicked and saved it, frowned when he thought of something, secretly clicked into the album, pulled Si Jing's photo into a separate group, bit his lower lip and thought for a while, and made notes to this separate album: him and dreams.

It's like a secret, Si Jing, you know? I've always compared you to a dream, like a secret I don't want to share with anyone in my life.

There are very few photos in her mobile phone album, and she doesn't have those habits of recording her life, because there is nothing to record, and every day is the same.

But after coming to Ningxi, it seems that every day here is different.

"Click......" She stood in front of the table and snapped a picture of the window.

The white curtains, the clean small windows, and the vitality outside the window are new life, and it is the distance she is looking forward to.

She posted a circle of friends with the text: Looking forward to (star pattern).

Edit and save.,When it was about to be sent, it suddenly stopped.,When setting up the invisible crowd.,Selfishly put [Mom] in.。

She wanted to ask her mother why she sent her away, but at this time, she was glad that she had sent her to Ningxi.

Every day here, make her happy!

Nervous inside, like a stranded fish about to suffocate, until she clicked send, she suddenly loosened her chest and exhaled heavily.

And then easier than ever.

September 30, 2017, new students.

She replied to Si Jing with a message, as if telepathically, and replied in seconds.

[Evening breeze: Come on.

S: SOS (Dog fluttering jpj.)

Evening Wind: What's wrong?

S: I have a question that I don't understand. 】

Si Jing sent a picture, Wen Ting, I opened it later, it was a Chinese translation question.

She looked at the picture and chuckled, this is the content that the teacher has drawn out that needs to be memorized, and Si Jing seems to stop cooking as long as he faces the recitation content.

Typing will be slower, Wen Tingwan sent a voice in the past.

Outside the window, birds chirped, and the girl's voice was gentle.

I've always loved that summer, and we're going to the future together!

…………

Wen Tingwan originally planned to go out to buy some food today, and brought it back to her uncle and aunt by the way, but she didn't expect them to come back from work early today, and just happened to meet Wen Tingwan who was going to go out.

"Eh, Xiaowan, just right, let's go to the supermarket." Liu Xiangru only realized in the past two days that Wen Ting's late troubles were unpleasant, and she didn't prepare anything for the child.

Just left after work today, she planned to take the child to the supermarket with Ji Yuebin.

Buy some daily necessities and snacks for Wen Tingwan.

Family affairs have always been decided by Liu Xiangru, she made a decision, and Ji Yuebin of course agreed with both hands.

"Okay."

So, Liu Xiangru held Wen Tingwan, and Ji Yuebin followed behind them with a smile.

Just like the parents of countless ordinary families who take their children to the supermarket after work, it is simple and warm, and it is the appearance of listening to the night and asking for it.

"Look, do you like this or not?" Liu Xiangru picked up the colorful leather band in front of her and gestured on Wen Tingwan's hair.

"I like it." Wen Tingwan said that he liked everything.

Ji Yuebin was playing haha staff on the side, saying that this one was too red, and that it was too big.

provoked Liu Xiangru to roll his eyes and shut up if he couldn't speak.

Wen Tingwan grinned and giggled, holding Liu Xiangru's arm in a strange but intimate gesture.

After shopping in the supermarket for a long time, Liu Xiangru pulled her to the snack area, "I want this, this is also here, eh, and this ......"

Liu Xiangru was picky, and at first she would ask Wen Tingwan if she liked it, whether she liked it, and later found out that this girl was stupid, she said she didn't like it if it was expensive, and she said she liked it if it was cheap.

She knew in her heart that this child felt sorry for them, and knew that they would definitely pay for it and change their tricks to save them money.

But the more she understands, the more she feels sorry for this girl, what a good child!