"I've improved a lot in cooking lately, when you come here, I'll make it for you. ”

"Bragging. ”

"It's true, and the pictures prove it. ”

Zhang Si sent a photo of Xiaobai and durian eating bibimbap to Su Lan, so that he could brag in front of his girlfriend.

Su Lan saw the two cuties holding rice bowls and looking happy, Xiaobai was digging and eating, and Durian gave a thumbs up to the camera.

She sent a string of laughing emojis, "The traces of the pose are too obvious, it doesn't count." ”

"Not really. ”

"Then you're bragging. ”

"So I suggest you fly over and try it yourself, the bibimbap I made is the best bibimbap in the world. ”

Su Lan posted a large series of laughing expressions, "However, I have been active in Beiping recently, and I can't go for a while." ”

Zhang sighed: "It's okay, then I'll go there." ”

"Don't, it will delay your work. ”

"I'll fly here tomorrow. ”

"Huh, so fast, it's not a weekend, can you take a day off?"

"I took on a new project today, which is a highlight of the company this year, the anti-war film, I have to prepare a script, which is quite difficult to write. There are also two screenwriters in the competition, both of whom are seniors, the kind with masterpieces, and their strength is strong. If I don't take it seriously, I'm likely to be eliminated. I told the company to go out and look for inspiration. For the screenwriter, this is very normal, and maybe, the company will also reimburse me for travel expenses. ”

Su Lan heard that Zhang Si had a new project, he was curious and concerned, asked a few more words, and after listening to his detailed description, he said: "Then you still don't want to come over, run around, how can you have the heart to calm down." ”

"The body is busy, but the mind is calm. ”

After chatting with Su Lan for a long time, Zhang Si continued to type on the keyboard, trying to write down the general plot of "Latent" as a synopsis of the story, and unconsciously wrote it for more than two hours, and the alarm clock in the mobile phone rang, and it was ten o'clock in the evening.

He looked up out the window, and the night was dark. He put down the computer, got up and walked around, went to the second floor, and poked into the door of the dormitory, where there was a small milk sound. The children have just been escorted in by the little teacher, and they are being lively, fighting wits and courage. The voice of the durian was extremely penetrating, and it was immediately recognized by Zhang Si.

He didn't go in, passed by the door, and came to the first floor, there were two lights on in the reading area, one big and one small, two small figures sitting quietly on a chair reading picture books, it was Xiaobai and Jiangbin.

Hearing footsteps, the two looked up and found Zhang sighing.

"Isn't Jiang Bin going to sleep?" Zhang Si asked Jiang Bin, he knew that Xiaobai's uncle would arrive soon, but Jiang Bin's father was not necessarily, and he usually came very late.

"I'm going home soon. Jiang Bin couldn't help but smile on his face when he spoke.

"What's the matter? Your dad got off work so early today?"

Jiang Bin nodded, proudly saying that his father had promised him to come and pick him up early tonight because they were going to the bookstore to buy books before closing.

"It's buying storybooks. Jiang Bin emphasized.

Zhang sighed and asked, "Wow, there must be some happy event, right?

No matter how precocious Jiang Bin is, he is still a child, and he couldn't help but hear this, and proudly announced that he had scored full marks in both Chinese and mathematics in the exam.

Zhang sighed and congratulated him, and looked at Xiaobai, who was sitting on the side holding a picture book and reading a story, Xiaobai hurriedly said: "I, I, I, I'm the class leader today." ”

"Really?" asked Zhang Si in surprise.

Xiaobai nodded and said that she is not a human being, she is a melon baby.

"Congratulations, Xiaobai, you are so powerful, you became a squad leader at such a young age......"

Jiangbin Balabala, snatched all the words of Zhang Si.

Xiaobai's class is taking turns to be the head of the small class, one day per person, everyone has a share, today it is Xiaobai's turn, and it will be millet in a few days, but no matter what, this thing is worth encouraging children.

Jiang Bin was right, his father came soon and took him away on a motorbike to the bookstore that was about to close.

Jiang Bin's father wants his son Jackie Chan to be very demanding and strict with Jiang Bin, and he is not stingy in buying books for him, but all he buys are counseling books, and this time it is a story book.

Only Zhang Si and Xiaobai were left in the reading area, the two sat next to each other, Zhang Si looked sideways at the little child: "Xiaobai, I'll read you a picture book, do you want to?"

"To~" Xiaobai responded with a crisp voice.

At the earliest, Zhang Si volunteered to read picture books and tell stories to Xiaobai, and taught her to recognize words and pronounce by the way, but she didn't last long.

Fortunately, Xiaobai didn't put his hope entirely on him, and it was very effective in going to kindergarten every day, for example, Xiaobai's Mandarin is much better than before, and even Bai Jianping's Mandarin has also gone up a notch.

Zhang Si picked out a picture book from the bookshelf, called "The Bottle of Memory".

The name sounds esoteric and doesn't seem to be suitable for children, but it's actually a very interesting picture book that can subtly teach the truth.

The illustrations in the book are beautiful, and a small wooden house is filled with bottles of various shapes and colors.

These bottles contain Mr. Dyer's past, the joy of childhood, the sorrow of growing up, the joy of reunion, the thoughts of separation, the love with his wife, the happiness of the family, etc., all of which are recorded in these magical bottles, which are Mr. Dyer's most valuable wealth.

There is a story in each bottle, simple, interesting and full of meaning, Xiaobai listened to it with relish, when Bai Jianping came to pick her up, she applied to Zhang Si, can she take this picture book home, she still wants to read it at night, and bring it back tomorrow.

"You can take it back, but there's a request. Tomorrow you will tell the other children the story you watched. ”

Xiao Bai agreed, jumped and followed Bai Jianping, holding "The Bottle of Memory" along the way, like a baby.

"Huh?" When he got home, Bai Jianping was looking for the key to open the door, and Xiaobai noticed that the lights were on in the house next door, and said in a low voice, "Uncle, look~~ There are people." ”

Bai Jianping knew that someone was there, he had been at home at night, so close, how could he not know, but he didn't take the initiative to say hello, he thought that he would not look up and look down, and it would not be too late to say hello one day, and naturally.

"You have such a small voice, like a thief doll. ”

"You're a thief! Your whole family is a thief. ”

"Okay, my whole family is a thief doll, and now my whole family is just you and me. ”

"Humph!"

Xiaobai was too lazy to take care of her uncle, she tiptoed, wanting to sneak next door and peep on the door, but was caught by Bai Jianping.

"Where do you want to stay?"

"What a big doll. ”

"Don't go, go home, go to sleep. ”

Xiaobai was caught in the house and ordered by Bai Jianping to sing to him, because he wanted to boil water for her feet, so it was fair.

Xiaobai reluctantly stood in the kitchen and gave Bai Jianping a song.

Listening to the melody, Bai Jianping thought it was quite good, asked the name of the song, and said that it was called "Little Goose", and suddenly his nose was crooked, which caused a new round of disputes. The two quarreled, the big one accused the small one of being unfilial, turned around and scolded people, and the small one denied it angrily, saying that the big one was a black fart and bullied the little doll.

The dispute burned from the kitchen to the living room, Bai Jianping prepared hot and cold water for Xiaobai, put a footbasin, and asked her to soak Xiao Jiojio in it, and then sat opposite herself, took off her socks, and put her feet in.

The two continued to talk while soaking their feet.

"Okay, okay, I won't fight with you, you go and pour the footwater. Bai Jianping said, looking at Erlang's legs, leaning comfortably on the sofa.

Xiaobai put on his little shoes, dragged the footbasin to the kitchen, and poured the water. Although she is small and weak, she can't wash the footbath, but it doesn't matter, practice makes perfect, and she has a way to do the work that is not strong enough.

When she went out of the kitchen, Xiaobai also turned off the lights in the kitchen by the way, closed the door, and suddenly heard the sound of talking in the corridor outside the door, she pricked up her little ears, ran to the door, opened the door with Su Lan's poster behind the door, tilted her little body, stretched out her little head, and checked the movement in the corridor.

She saw a little doll, a little boy, about her age, wearing a large gray coat, led by an adult. The adult was locking the door, and the little boy heard the movement behind him, and turned around to see Xiaobai, looking at each other.

"Let's go. The adults who were holding the little boy said that they were going downstairs to leave, they seemed to be going out, and it was so late.

"Dad, look~" The little boy pointed his other hand at Xiaobai and pointed to his father.

"That's our neighbor, let's go. ”

The little boy looked back at Xiaobai again, and followed his father downstairs. Xiaobai couldn't see it, but he could hear the voice of the little boy talking to his father, very soft, and gradually disappeared.

Xiao Bai Dada ran out of the door, stood at the staircase and looked down, the sensor light was on, but the person had already gone away.

Xiaobai ran home again, lying on the window facing the side of the alley, looking downstairs, and sure enough, he saw the little boy and his father.

The little boy seemed to know that she would be watching him at the window, turned back and waved at her, and soon disappeared into the winding alley, the figure reflected in the wall being elongated, deformed, and finally melted into the night.