Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the delicate and soft little ball has already entered junior high school.

When she first went to kindergarten, she didn't show much discomfort, and then she went to middle class, kindergarten class, and even elementary school, she has always been emotionally stable, like a miniature version of Jiang Jianyue.

After entering junior high school, she is still like this, she always does what she does at what time, listens to lectures in class, breaks after class, and sleeps during the lunch break, and lives an extremely self-disciplined life.

Only Qin Yi was an accident in her regular schedule.

On Friday evening, Qin Yi ran down from the top floor of the teaching building and stood guard at the door of the classroom of the first and second classes of junior high school.

muttered slowly and packed her schoolbag, and reminded her at the same table: "Xie Lingyi, your brother is here again." ”

Murmur looked up at the door, Qin Yi probed his brain over there, and waved at her as soon as he looked at her.

He retracted his gaze and said to his tablemate, "Then I'll go first, bye-bye." ”

Qin Yi, who has been promoted to the third year of junior high school, has grown to 1.77 meters tall, and he is particularly outstanding in front of a group of young junior high students, plus he is good-looking, many girls who walk out of the classroom will secretly pay attention to him.

But Qin Yi didn't seem to have the consciousness of being a handsome guy reserve at all, and the stupid way he leaned against the door and waved his arms made him involuntarily think of some kind of big dog.

Murmur walked to the door with his schoolbag on his back, looked at him and said, "Let's go." ”

Qin Yi immediately followed, and said as he walked: "My dad called just now, let me come and wait for you, and go to my house for dinner in the evening." ”

Nodding muttered, in the afternoon, Jiang Jianyue also called her.

"Do you want to take the bus? Or is it an uncle to pick it up? ”

Qin Yi: "My dad came to pick him up, he was already on the way." ”

On Friday evening, the school gate was crowded with people, parents picking up their children, lingering students, and a row of private cars parked on the side of the road.

Qin Zhao was blocked at the branch intersection at this time and couldn't get in.

Murmur and Qin Yi came to the side of the road, Qin Yi glanced at the schoolbag she was carrying, and reached out to carry it: "I'll help you get it." ”

Muttered a glance at him.

Qin Yi has been promoted to the third year of junior high school, and his weekend homework has doubled, so today's book packaging is particularly bulging.

She shook her head and said, "No, I'm not tired." ”

Qin Yi didn't care so much, and reached out and took the schoolbag off her shoulder.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Qin Yi, and he suddenly stared at the top of his head and said, "Brother, you have a worm on your head." ”

Qin Yi stretched out his hand to touch it and asked, "What worm?" ”

"Caterpillar."

Qin Yi's hand stiffened.

Qin Yi, who is not afraid of the sky and the earth, is only afraid of things that will squirm.

He pursed his lips and smiled.

"You keep your head down, I'll help you get it down."

Qin Yi stiffened his neck and leaned down towards her.

Murmur took out a tissue from his pocket, tiptoed, carefully wrapped the bug, and pinched it with his hand.

Qin Yi felt her hand move away and asked, "Did you take it off?" ”

Muttered and blew his hair, "Alright." ”

"Yo, Qin Yi, how are you two dating?"

A junior high school student in the same class as Qin Yi came over with a schoolbag on his back, and when he saw Qin Yi helping a beautiful girl carry a schoolbag, he immediately started joking.

Qin Yi turned his head and scolded the boy with a smile: "Date you are a date!" ”

The boy giggled and ran away.

Qin Yi withdrew his gaze and said a little embarrassedly, "Mutter, that kid is talking nonsense." ”

Muttered a nod, accustomed to this kind of banter.

What is dating, some people say that she is Qin Yi's little girlfriend.

These boring guys, how do they know that Qin Yi and himself have a good relationship like a brother and sister, what a little boyfriend and little girlfriend, funny to death.

……

Dinner was made by Qin Zhao and Xie Xingqian together.

The women sat on the sofa chatting, muttering homework on the dining table, Qin Yi ran around serving tea and water, and the kitchen was the world of men.

"The knife work is good," twisted up Qin Zhao's shredded potatoes and looked at them, Xie Xingqian rarely praised them, "I think when I was in college, every time I went to your place, I only had quick-frozen dumplings to eat." ”

Qin Zhao was triumphant: "At that time, I was alone, I just had to make do with it, but now I can't do it, I can't cook, but my daughter-in-law is hungry." ”

Qin Yi asked, "Aren't you afraid of starving me?" ”

Qin Zhao glanced at his son: "You put down the crispy meat in your hand before you speak." ”

A hard dish was about to come out of the pot, and Qin Zhao shouted towards the restaurant: "Mutter, come and taste the saltiness for my uncle." ”

Mu Mu dropped the pen and came to the kitchen, took the spatula in Qin Zhao's hand, and pinched a piece of spicy chicken with his fingers and put it in his mouth.

"Shhh

Xie Xingqian hurriedly handed his hand over: "Mumble, spit it out." ”

The murmur didn't spit in his father's hand, but into the trash can handed over by Qin Yi. The stinging pain on the tip of her tongue made her face bitter, Qin Yi immediately went to pour her a cup of cold water, and went to get her a tissue.

Xie Xingqian next to him looked at Qin Yi silently.

The handsome little boy who had not yet faded his youth took the drinking water cup and pulled out the paper and handed it over.

This scene made him feel a little familiar.

"Put the meat just out of the pot in your mouth, you are not stupid." Qin Yi said with a cup.

He wiped his fingers with a tissue, frowned and whispered, "It hurts, don't talk about it." ”

"Okay, okay, I won't say it."

Xie Xingqian turned his head to look at Qin Zhao again.

The eyes of the two parents met unexpectedly, Xie Xingqi's eyes were a little resentful, but Qin Zhao did not hide his ridicule.

When the two children went out of the kitchen, Qin Zhao began to chatter: "My son has a chance." ”

Xie Xingqian sneered coldly: "It's better than you, if you're like him, maybe Qin Yi should go to college." ”

"......" Qin Zhao choked, then smiled again, "Meng Jia muttered very rarely, and asked me to say that he would simply let him be our daughter-in-law." ”

Xie Xingqi's face darkened: "Qin Zhao, if you say it again, don't want to enter my house in the future." ”

After dinner in the evening, the adults sat in the restaurant and chatted.

Full-fed muttered sat down on the couch, ready to watch TV.

Qin Yi walked over with the tablet in his arms, sat down next to her, and handed the tablet in front of her.

Muttered: "What to do?" ”

Qin Yi: "How about you look at this painting?" ”

The protagonist of the painting is a little girl, with a ponytail, bangs, delicate facial features, and very familiar eyes.

Muttering a little surprised, he put down the remote control and hugged the tablet over, "When did you draw it?" ”

Qin Yi: "How, is it much better than the one last time." ”

Muttered a rare affirmation: "Yes, it looks very similar to the photo." ”

She swiped left and right on the tablet, and the album was full of Qin Yi's paintings of her and the preserved photos, ranging from scribbled and immature brushstrokes to gradual maturity.

It can be seen that when he was a child, he wanted to paint Mum as a princess, and he has been practicing it seriously.

Qin Zhao, who was talking eloquently in the restaurant, heard the laughter of the two children and gradually closed his mouth.

He bumped his elbow against Xie Xingqi and motioned for him to look that way.

Xie Xingqian turned his head to look at the living room.

Thirteen-year-old Mu nestled in the sofa, slowly paddling the tablet, and fifteen-year-old Qin Yi put her arms on the sofa behind her, looking down at her movements.

The two of them were head to head, talking and laughing, and occasionally Qin Yi would unceremoniously elbow him with his elbow.

At this moment, Xie Xingqian thought of a word-

There is no guess in the two.

He felt a feeling in his heart, remembering many old memories, and those gentle, throbbing moods seemed to be still in front of him.

Xie Xingqian reached out and grabbed Jiang Jianyue next to him from under the table.

The beautiful wife turned her head and looked at him.

Xie Xingqian smiled, pinched his wife's palm, and raised his eyebrows in the direction of the living room.

The husband and wife looked at each other.

The years have taken away their youth, but the children's story seems to be about to begin.