Received a Wife From the Civil Affairs Bureau

Jiang Ziquan was taken aback by his brain supply, and tried his best to pretend that he was working hard.

After a while, her beautiful eyebrows frowned, and she even turned the composition in her hand to the front to look at this person's name, and then put it aside heavily.

Jiang Ziquan glanced at it, secretly worried about this student, how bad must the writing be to make Teacher Shen angry like this?

She thought of the love letter written in the second year of middle school again. She couldn't remember much of the details, but she knew that the composition in school was based on punctuation marks to make up the number of words. Wouldn't it piss off Teacher Shen to death?

"pat"

A soft sound is especially loud in the silence.

Jiang Ziquan was stunned. It turned out that her paintbrush had fallen off, and the tip of the brush in front was broken off. There were a few shallow marks on a piece of white drawing paper. She settled down and wiped it skillfully. Went to the black imprint.

"What? No inspiration?" Shen Yumo pushed her eyes, she had seen her sitting there for more than an hour, the drawing paper was cleaner than her face, and wondered if she was bothering her It's her time, after all, her eyes almost never leave her.

"No." Jiang Ziquan quickly turned his pen again to cover up his panic. A teacher's wife would be a little terrified to tell a lie.

"Okay then, you can continue to draw." Shen Yumo ignored her when she heard that, and continued to correct her homework with her head down, but the speed of correcting was significantly accelerated.

Jiang Ziquan scratched his head, took a small lamp from his bedroom, and placed it next to Shen Yumo, the warm yellow lamp hit Shen Yumo's face, forming a little shadow.

"The lights are quite bright, aren't they?"

"I don't think it's bright."

Shen Yumo glanced at her suspiciously, and saw that she had started to draw seriously, without saying a word, and consciously transferred to her composition.

For a while, only the sound of the red pen changing and the sound of the brush swishing can be heard.

"Jingle Bell"

Shen Yumo quickly covered the phone, looked up and saw Jiang Ziquan's weird expression, knowing how annoying it would be to be interrupted suddenly when he was seriously creating, he had a bit of apology on his face: "I'll answer the phone."

After finishing speaking, he trotted to the balcony, no doubt to give Jiang Ziquan a relatively quiet creative space. .

"Okay." Jiang Ziquan pulled a smile with difficulty. As a person who likes to draw, there is nothing more irritating than when the model suddenly ran away while he was drawing.But when she thought that Teacher Shen was opposite, she couldn't bear to make an angry expression, so the expression she showed was really indescribable.

It took a long time for Mr. Shen to answer the phone. She looked down at the unfinished painting, and made a few simple corrections, but she couldn't finish the painting without the model.

She turned her eyes to those composition texts, especially the composition that was left alone. She wondered what was written in it that could offend Teacher Shen, but she also knew that the children in high school A person who attaches great importance to the right to privacy, is it not good if you secretly take it?Teacher Shen will also be angry, right?

"What are you doing?"

Shocked, Jiang Ziquan hurriedly sat upright, and said seriously, "Huahua."

Shen Yumo followed her gaze to the text of the composition, and guessed a little bit. With a suspicious blush on his face, he pulled a chair and sat down. Looking at Jiang Ziquan's rarely serious expression, he lowered his head and said: "He's not as good as you."

Jiang Ziquan raised his eyebrows, what's better than mine?painter?looks?

"Really. He grew up for a year for nothing, and his writing is not as good as yours." Seeing that she didn't believe her, Shen Yumo couldn't help showing a bit of anxiety on her face.

"I like your handwritten copy."

Shen Yumo lowered her head even lower. She was very glad that she didn't tie up her hair today. She felt that her ears were a little hot, and she must have been very red.

Although Jiang Ziquan couldn't see the tips of her ears, she had seen her shy appearance so many times, and she was almost familiar. Although she was very cute, she always felt that Teacher Shen was not talking to her. the same thing?

How to do?

How to do?

Can you tell me a little bit about what she was thinking about?

Such a good atmosphere, she really doesn't want to say what are you talking about?

handwriting?

handwriting! ! !

That composition can't be a love letter, can it?

Her eyes suddenly widened, and she didn't know if she was angry because the student confessed to her, or because she was a little shy because Teacher Shen said that she liked her love letter in the second grade?

Seeing her face changing like a palette, Shen Yumo thought for a moment that Jiang Ziquan was jealous because of that student, so she carefully observed her face, if that's the case, isn't it too stingy?

"He's just a student, me"

Hearing the words, Jiang Ziquan gave himself a thumbs-up in his heart, and it seemed that he guessed right, so he pretended to cough a few times: "Then can I take another look?"

Shen Yumo deliberated for a while, and carefully took out only the small note sandwiched in the composition text.

Jiang Ziquan was also thankful that he didn't really read this student's composition. It only wrote a sentence neatly on it, "The firecrackers on the [-]th night were loud, but not as much as I think you are."