Xiaobai went home early tonight.

She was picked up by her uncle and aunt, and her face is really big.

Jiang Bin, the big boy in the school park, sat in front of the window, looking at the rain outside the house and frowning.

"What's wrong?" Koyanagi-sensei asked him.

Jiang Bin is 8 years old, the oldest child in the Little Red Horse School Park, what Luo Zikang, what Bai Chunhua, what Shen Liu, these troublemakers are gray in front of him.

It's just that he doesn't like to stand out, he's a very quiet boy, and the most common thing he does is sit alone in the corner and do his homework. He has a good academic record and is the pride of his dad.

"My dad was at work and it was hard for him on a rainy day. Jiang Bin said.

His dad was a food delivery man and rode an electric car all over the place.

For them, rainy days are the hardest, it is a trivial matter to be drenched in the rain all over the body, and more importantly, if they accidentally get wet in the rain, not only can they not earn a commission, but they also have to pay for the meal, and they are badly commented by customers, and they are wasted in one night.

Mr. Koyanagi touched his head and reassured him not to worry.

——

Zhang Si sat in front of the window, the rain kept falling, and the chickens (crickets) were chirping in the corner.

He turned on his computer and typed a few words on the document: "Voice-activated lights."

Voice-activated lights, which are lights that turn on whenever there is a sound.

In the dimly lit old hallway, a man was returning home, the stairs were too slippery to see the way, and he fell.

He got up, limped back home, and not long after he came out to replace the broken lamp in the hallway.

He coughed, the light came on, and he looked at the light and smiled.

At night, he came back from outside with his wife and children, and his wife was about to turn on the flashlight in her mobile phone, when he coughed first, and the voice-activated light in the corridor turned on.

He proudly showed off to his wife and daughter, as if he had done a great thing.

The little girl lay in her mother's arms, curiously looking at the light above her head, wondering why the light came on when her father coughed.

Does Dad know magic?

Daddy must be magical.

When I walked to the door, the lights in the hallway went out.

The man said something to the little girl, and the little girl screamed in disbelief, and something magical happened.

The lights are on.

She giggled happily.

It's a small theater story, written in a few hundred words.

Zhang Si didn't stop, and continued to type the keyboard: "There is rain in the evening".

In the bustling city center, a torrential rain hits people who get off work.

The streets were crowded, the traffic was crowded, the horns were blazing, and everything was chaotic.

The small white pancakes and fruits at the intersection are being closed, and the proprietress is braving the rain to lift the rain cloth.

The little girl hid under the rain cloth, her hair wet. She ran into the rain and yelled for help, but her mother took her back and hid it again.

Her man rode an electric car, rushed from the wind and rain, and together put up the tarpaulin.

The two stood under the rain cloth, one of them propped up one side, like building a home, protecting the little girl in the middle.

The rain was heavy in front of me, and the splashing rain soaked the trouser legs.

The little girl stretched out her little hand and curiously went to catch the rain. The rain hit the palm of her hand, tickling, and she giggled happily.

The proprietress wiped the water droplets from the little girl's hair, touched her forehead, worried about catching a cold, and decided to go home in the rain.

Tonight's business, not done.

The boss rode the pancake fruit cart, and the proprietress rode the electric car, walking together.

The rain cloth behind him squirmed, and a small head came out, and he said something that amused the two of them.

I was embarrassed by the rain, but I was smiling happily.

......

Zhang sighed and wrote eight small theaters.

It is impossible for him to take over "Chief Jin", this mess is thankless and easy to provoke.

He's going to prepare a new script.

Although "Little Drama Bone" is not over yet, it is almost over, and at the end, the script must go first.

This was the best opportunity and he didn't want to miss it.

"Section Chief Jin" hit the street, "Little Drama Bone" is coming to an end, and the only one who supports the film and television department is "Strange Call".

Studios need new projects, they need quality new projects.

He Miao said that there will be two project places in the fourth quarter, and he wants to fight for one.

"Little Drama Bone" is just a small test, and the next thing is his highlight.

He wants to stand on his feet in one fell swoop.

The strength of the film and television department is weak, there are disadvantages and advantages, the advantage is that newcomers like him are easy to emerge and easy to seize opportunities, but the animation department has to boil, because there are too many cattle and seniors.

The studio has always emphasized that no matter the seniority, but the people and the world are in it, this is a big article, and no matter how good the screenwriter is, he can't write it well.

——

During this time, Xiaobai was in pain and happy.

In the past, she could sleep lazily, sleep as long as she wanted, and no one cared about sleeping until the sun basked her buttocks.

But not anymore.

Now, she has to follow her aunt to sell pancakes and fruits every day before dawn.

What she didn't know was that she had become the sign of the little white pancake fruit stand.

As long as she stands on the small stool and opens her mouth to shout a few words, it will attract many people.

After all, cuteness can really be eaten.

Because I have to wake up early, I can't go to bed late, so I can't count the stars.

However, she is very happy, because she does not have to be locked up at home, she can go out to play, although the radius of movement depends on the small red rope tied around her wrist, but she can see it with big eyes, and everything around her is so new, she has not seen it.

For example, she had never seen so many strange people, so many cars, so many big brothers and sisters greeting her, such a tall building, and a whining sprinkler truck......

Everything is fresh, so new, refreshing her worldview.

She would rather not sleep than that.

If you're really sleepy, you can hide behind the stall and take a nap.

"It's morning. ”

"Bye-bye. ”

"Xiaobai~~"

......

People kept saying hello to her, Ma Lanhua became a tool man, only responsible for making pancakes and fruits, and public relations depended on the baby.

These are repeat customers! All of them were recruited by her.

There are many kinds of Xiaobai, when the spirit is enthusiastic, when it is annoying, it is dragged, the little face is black when it is scolded, and when it is tired, it is directly written on the face of "Don't suffer Lao Tzu......

"Sister Ma, here are three pancakes. Xiaobai is early, what's wrong? ”

Zhang Si ran over and bought pancakes and fruits for breakfast.

Ever since Xiaobai set up a pancake fruit stand, his breakfast has become pancake fruit.

Xiao Bai, who had just been scolded, looked at Boss Zhang, and immediately turned cloudy and sunny, and waved his hand enthusiastically: "Boss Zhang, Boss Zhang, come on, show you." ”

Show him Buzz Lightyear around his neck.

This was given to her by Zhang Si a few days ago, and she tied a rope and hung it around her neck.

Last night, she had a dream that she and Buzz Lightyear had caught a bad guy.

"Oh, what kind of villain?"

Xiaobai secretly glanced at his aunt and didn't dare to say it.

"Sister Berry~~~"

Her eyes were sharp, and she saw the yellowberry berry running over.

"Why are you here?" asked Zhang.

Yellowberry Berry was wearing a tracksuit and was covered in sweat.

"Eat breakfast, yo, Zhang Shao also eats pancakes and fruits?"

Yin and Yang weird.

Zhang sighed and said with a smile: "You see you are sweating profusely, do you want to do this? Isn't this a sin? Isn't it fragrant to have this time to sleep for a while? No matter how hard you work, you can't lose weight." ”

Yellowberry was furious: "Hooligan Zhang! Get out-"