The school road is wide, it is getting late, and the street lights on both sides are also lit up.

The homework is done before the performance, so there is no need to go back to the classroom, and you can just leave school by yourself.

So at this time, there are many parents and children walking outside the school on the school road.

In order to avoid blocking the way of others, the four of them did not stand side by side.

Ye Shanling seemed to be talking about something with Zhou Ye, and occasionally heard a few words such as "Xia Xia" and "Come here".

With her hands in her pockets, Wen Sui could feel the roughness of the drawing paper with her fingertips. She raised her eyes and scanned Xia Zhou Ye.

The man has broad shoulders and long legs, presumably to take care of Ye Shanling, he walks very slowly.

The shadow is thin and long, interlaced in the dim sunset light and the bright light, extending to the soles of Wensui's feet.

Wen Sui pursed his lips, looking at the shadow on the ground.

then.

She raised her foot slightly, took two steps forward, and stepped on the left side of the shadow's upper chest.

"..."

Every time the shadow took a step forward, she quickly took two or three steps to catch up.

And then she stayed steady all the time,

Where the man's heart is.

——This kind of strange and childish little thought, Wen Sui secretly delighted in contentment, taking pleasure in it step by step.

Crush is a weird thing.

It is clearly greedy.

It tries to make a person who doesn't like her change his mind and like himself; he can't wait for every miss to come true the next day;meeting.

However, it is easy to satisfy.

Just hearing about him, the attention will be diverted in an instant; just seeing him, you will be full of joy; even if you get close to him even a little bit, your heartbeat will speed up crazily.

Guessing that Ye Shanling told Shu Hui that he was coming to the art festival, Shu Hui simply slacked off and asked Ye Shanling to send Wen Sui home.

When Wen Sui came home, Shu Hui had just finished cooking, and when Wen Qingfan came back from the company, they sat down to eat together.

At the dinner table, Shu Hui asked about Wensui's art festival today: "I heard from Shanling that she and Chengcheng cut paper. Is there any activity with parents?"

Wen Sui nodded.

Shu Hui and Wen Qingfan looked at each other: "Then did you participate?"

I remembered the painting that was still in the pocket of my school uniform.

Wen Sui pursed his lips: "Participated."

She replied slowly: "With Zhou Ye, I drew a picture."

Shu Hui nodded.

The two felt that they owed Wen Sui a little, so they agreed in advance that they would definitely go to the art festival's exhibition in a while.

After eating, Wen Sui hurried back to the house.

Just now when she got home, Wen Qingfan hadn't arrived yet, so she went to take a shower first, and at this time the school uniform jacket was casually placed on the sofa.

She took out the drawing paper in her coat, and then carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on the drawing paper.

He glanced at the little girl above again.

"..."

Wen Sui picked up the phone.

He paused and started typing.

"Wusu Shrimp Porridge: By the way, I forgot to ask you, what are the two strokes you added later?"

Waited for a while and no one came back.

Wen Sui stared at the phone screen, feeling a little nervous again.

Hey, isn't that a little weird to ask?

Just draw it, why ask so many questions...

And that shape is obviously a little girl, this is too much to ask.

"..."

Wen Sui sighed in frustration.

The more think about it, the more annoying get.

Just log out of WeChat directly.

Just clicked into Douyin.

"Ding"

WeChat message is here.

The fingers froze.

Wen Sui bit his lip and clicked into WeChat again.

It's a voice.

Click to open.

The man's usual lazy voice came: "It's what you think it is."

Wen Sui rolled his eyes.

"Wusu Shrimp Congee: I can't see it."

Zhou Ye pulled his lips and smiled: "Is that so."

"That's because uncle didn't draw well."

Wen Sui glanced at the painting in front of him, typing without blushing.

"Wusu Shrimp Porridge: Yes."

Zhou Ye regained his seriousness, and replied seriously, "It's a little girl."

Wen Sui pursed his mouth.

"Wusu Shrimp Porridge: Oh."

Wen Sui folded the drawing paper expressionlessly.

As soon as it was folded, there was a "ding" and another message came.

Zhou Ye: "Of course, if you like Chichi, you can also be regarded as you."

The male voice explained slowly, with a smile: "I was thinking about what to draw, but just happened to see you, so I drew a little girl."

"..."

Wen Sui stared at the voice note, couldn't help it, and listened to it twice.

Then, she pursed her lips quietly and smiled.

"Wusu Shrimp Congee: It's not like it at all."

Finish chatting with Zhou Ye.

Wen Sui looked at the painting again.

Then she opened the diary and wanted to stuff it into today's diary, but the drawing paper was too big, so she had to fold it up.

Wen Sui looked at the pile of things in the diary.

Suddenly I feel very similar to those people who have been poor for a long time. When their lives get better in the future, they are like savings addicts.

The only difference is.

The things Wen Sui stored were only related to Zhou Ye.

There was little homework on weekends, so Zhou Chengcheng invited Wen Sui out to play, saying that she was grateful for Wen Sui's art festival for helping her get Zhou Ye away.

Wen Sui had a guilty conscience, so he insisted on having an AA with Zhou Chengcheng.

Zhou Chengcheng glanced at her: "Why are you being polite to me?"

Wen Sui lowered his head and sipped his milk tea: "It's fine."

"Actually, I should treat you to dinner." She couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

"What did you say?" Zhou Chengcheng turned around.

"Ah?" Wen Sui said as if nothing had happened, "No."

After the two finished their meal, they found a dessert shop to sit and rest.

After chatting for a while, Zhou Chengcheng thought of something, and said: "In a few days, our house will be very lively."

Wen Sui lowered his head and reported the location to Shu Hui: "What do you mean?"

Zhou Chengcheng said: "Sister Xia Xia will come over in a few days. You know what my mother looks like. It just so happens that there is a guest room at home, so let her live in our house."

She held her chin and said, "There will only be five people in our family in the future. It's so lively."

"Xia Xia?"

Wen Sui thought the name sounded familiar.

on the screen.

Shu Hui sent another message: What time will you be back?Want me to pick you up?

Wen Sui lowered his head and returned the message.

Hearing this, Zhou Chengcheng raised her voice: "It's Sister Chen Xia, my uncle's green plum."

His fingertips stopped abruptly.

Wen Sui immediately raised his head from the screen, looking like a soldier: "Qingmei?"

Zhou Chengcheng nodded: "I just heard from my mother that she grew up with Zhou Ye when she was young."

"..."

Wen Sui bit his lower lip: "Then she is the same age as Zhou Ye?"

"I don't know." Zhou Chengcheng said, "If we grow up together, it should be about the same."

Wen Sui asked again: "What does she do?"

Zhou Chengcheng said: "The photographer, I went abroad to take pictures a while ago."

"..."

Wen Sui opened his mouth and wanted to ask again, but was interrupted by Zhou Chengcheng: "Hey, this cream is so bad!"

Zhou Chengcheng frowned, and looked at the mango sago in front of Wen Sui: "Sui Sui, is this delicious?

Wen Sui was silent for a moment, then pushed the Mango Sago Paste over: "Eat it."

Zhou Chengcheng said, "Why don't you eat?"

"..."

Wen Sui lowered his eyelids: "No."

After staying in the dessert shop until after three o'clock, Shu Hui came to pick them up and go home.

Although the manuscript was not due until next Monday, after Wensui finished his homework on the weekend, he finished the manuscript.

A week passed by in a hurry.

After dinner on Saturday, Shu Hui and Wen Qingfan went out for a walk hand in hand.

While the two were not at home, Wen Sui changed his shoes and planned to go downstairs to secretly buy some snacks.

Gradually rushing to summer, many people go out for a walk after dinner, and the supermarket is also very lively.

After Wen Sui finished the selection, he followed the crowd and lined up.

A little boring.

Wen Sui carried the basket and looked around.

Suddenly, his eyes froze.

Not far away, a tall man with long legs and a familiar figure stood very conspicuously in the crowd.He lowered his head, his neck was slightly bent, glowing white under the bright white light, and he was playing with his mobile phone.

Wen Sui paused for a moment, then puffed up his mouth, suppressing the smile on the corner of his mouth: "Zhou Ye?"

Hearing the sound, Zhou Ye raised his eyelids, saw that it was Wen Sui, and raised his eyebrows: "Sui Sui, what a coincidence."

Wen Sui laughed: "Yes, what a coincidence."

Zhou Ye glanced at the things in her basket, and clicked softly: "Aunt Shu allowed you to eat snacks?"

Wen Sui: "..."

Wen Sui touched his nose in embarrassment: "I didn't buy anything."

Zhou Ye laughed slowly, looked at her basket full of snacks, and hummed softly: "Yes, I didn't buy much."

Wen Sui looked at the water in his hand: "Are you just buying a bottle of water?"

Zhou Ye raised his voice: "I'm thirsty, just passing by, so I came down to buy a bottle of water."

Wen Sui nodded.

The people in front had already paid their bills, Wen Sui quickly took two steps forward and put the basket on the cash register.

She turned her head, pursed her lips and looked at Zhou Ye: "Then let me buy you a drink."

Zhou Ye came over: "Sui Sui is so generous."

"But there's no need." He put the water in his hand on the cash register, and said carelessly, "I'm an elder, how can I ask you, a junior, to pay for it?"

He looked at the cashier: "Together."

Wen Sui sighed: "I'll pay—"

"Add these two."

Before Wen Sui's final note fell, a white arm suddenly stretched out from the center, accompanied by a gentle female voice.

Wen Sui raised his head.

She is a very beautiful woman.

Wen Sui couldn't help trembling his eyelashes.

The woman was wearing a bright red suspender dress, her exposed skin was as white as snow.On the round and small shoulders, there are big black waves as thick as ink.

The color difference collides, making people unable to move their eyes away.

She raised her thin eyebrows, her eyes were bright and kind, her red lips were slightly curved, and her smile was seductive and gentle.

She pointed to the newly added mineral water and Peppermint Candy, looked at the cashier, then pointed at Zhou Ye, smiling like a flower, and said very familiarly: "Together, let him pay the bill."

The cashier hesitated and looked at Zhou Ye.

Zhou Ye shook his phone and said casually, "Let's go together."

Sensing Wen Sui's gaze, Zhou Ye lowered his eyes and glanced at Wen Sui, then glanced at the woman next to him, and introduced: "Sui Sui, this is Chen Xia, my good friend, you can call her Sister Xia Xia.”

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