love letter from the down and out
Chapter 10
classmate. "He was busy talking to Shen Fang, and the foxtail was lifted far beyond the host's ability. The silly cat circled its tail and meditated for a while, and suddenly came to inspiration, bowed down. After the body gathered enough strength, it jumped up suddenly. It's a pity that it was too hard. Suddenly, the dog's tail grass didn't catch it, but directly bumped into Ji Wanxuan's arms. When it was flopping around and was about to hit the plaster, Shen Fang quickly caught the cat over. I don't know what method he used, just rubbed it with his hands After pinching a few times, the landlord softened into a dough, nestled in people's arms and "snored" and "snored" intimately, soft and delicate. Ji Wanxuan was shocked: "It's a mother's cat, what do you do in front of children?" Still so immodest? "He hugged the child with his uncle openly! Shen Fang could probably guess the second half of the sentence without him saying it. He only raised his eyes for a faint glance, and the boy who loves to talk nonsense immediately made a movement of zipping his mouth obediently. In fact, he was not angry, but it seemed interesting to see him like this. Shen Fang asked him: "Why did you post it on the forum. Hearing what Ji Wanxuan meant, he knew that very few people would believe his words. Shen Fang didn't quite understand, so why bother. Ji Wanxuan replied without thinking: "Few people believe it, but some people still believe it. "The landlord disappeared, everyone was very worried, but it was impossible to take care of the cat's safety and human emotions at the same time. Fortunately, the truth can be spread, and gradually everyone will know that the landlord has given birth to three more children, not to mention his health. He is a lively and cute little cub. When the kitten grows up, Ji Wanxuan will release the information. At that time, whether everyone wants to see the cat, and whether the cat wants to play with them, that is their own business. In the final analysis, he I found cats, but I didn't own them. I just protected them for a while within my ability. After saying so much, Ji Wanxuan suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and pretended to stretch his waist. With his back turned to Shen Fang, he wrinkled his nose quietly. "Do you think I'm talking to myself?Maybe the cat and everyone didn't think about it at all. "He just took the initiative to play a role that is easy to scold. "Fortunately," Shen Fang concentrated on playing with the cat, "It's amazing, Daddy Cat. "Ji Wanxuan stretched his back stiffly. People who play the role of savior are always addicted, and naturally think that they have absolute control over the objects he saves. But in fact, not only people, everyone in the world A living thing is born free. It is very simple and difficult to realize this and not ignore it. "It's okay," Ji Wanxuan turned around, with a brisk tone, " After all, he is the head of the family. "The landlord gave a soft "meow", tilted his round head, and really didn't understand what the two people were talking about. Shen Fang stretched out his index finger and tapped its nose lightly. Sha Mao was startled, and his whole body Stiff and stiff, he sat down in his arms. The young man lowered his thin eyelids and couldn't help laughing softly. "..." Ji Wanxuan turned his head, looking at the soft smile that hadn't faded from Shen Fang's eyes, He blinked his eyes in novelty. This gaze was too straightforward for people to ignore. "What's wrong? Shen Fang asked. Except that he was squatting last time and sitting this time, this person's posture is exactly the same as when he smiled and said hello to himself yesterday and said "what a coincidence". Jingxiu's face was lying on her knees, holding When you bend your legs, you are not afraid of crushing your injured arm when you bend over. "You look beautiful when you smile, and you should smile more in the future. "It's especially convincing when it's said by someone who already has a good-looking smile.
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Ji Wanxuan: Who are you talking about?Shen Fang: Nice to talk about you.
Qi water soup soup, gradually car curtains
When silently writing "The Book of Songs" in Chinese class, Ji Wanxuan was holding a notebook in his hand, listening to the teacher's words and reviewing the ancient Chinese notes.The classroom was so silent that only the sound of pens falling on the paper was left. The teacher was sitting on the edge of the desk and invigilating the exam while lost in thought. Someone was so silent that "I am alone, I am three years old and poor in food" and suddenly my memory disconnected, and I couldn't remember anything. Which eight characters follow.Zheng Xi, a class member of the sports committee, bit his pen and lay down on the table thinking for a while, then he hit his mind on the only one in the class who seemed to be doing nothing at the front desk.Sensing someone pointing his back with a finger, Ji Wanxuan lowered his eyes slightly, and quietly moved the notebook in his hand to the side.Naturally, this small gesture cannot be hidden from the tablemate, Jin Ran paused and turned his head slightly, but what he saw was Ji Wanxuan holding back a smile and winking at him quietly.When he teases people, he often likes to smile like this.Jin Ran shook his head helplessly, then lowered his head and continued writing.Zheng Xi, who was unaware of everything, couldn't help being overjoyed. While paying attention to the little old man who was dozing off on the podium, he poked his head and looked desperately at Ji Wanxuan's notebook.It's a pity that "Mang" is not marked on the book, and there is not even a single Chinese character - but seeing the criss-crossing on the grid, it is a backgammon that is evenly matched for half a page.A breath of turbid air welled up in his heart, and Zheng Xi's head fell on his arm.Ji Wanxuan couldn't hold back for a moment, and laughed out loud.The laughter was not loud, but enough to attract the attention of most people in the class, including the teacher.Ji Wanxuan: "..." Zheng Xi: "Ha." When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Ji Wanxuan followed the Chinese teacher into the office with his head drooping, holding the chess record that Peng Ye sent him as a souvenir two days ago .As soon as he entered the door, he was recognized by someone: "Hey, old friend, Ji Wanxuan." The former Chinese teacher in the first year of high school patted him on the shoulder, and his tone was full of jokes: "Let me guess, are you this time Still can’t sleep because of circulating graffiti in class?” It’s so embarrassing, Ji Wanxuan laughed dryly twice, and said honestly: “Because it broke the classroom discipline.” The teachers sitting nearby laughed, and Ji Wanxuan secretly thanked the office There are no students at the moment, otherwise he will become the laughing stock of the grade again. "Ji Wanxuan." The little old man in their class waved his hand to him from the cubicle by the window, motioning for him to go and be scolded.For a moment, Ji Wanxuan was like the people seeing the People's Liberation Army, as if they were amnesty, very kind, greeted the teachers and walked over quickly. "Mr. Kong, I was wrong." In 36 counts, an apology is the top priority.Ji Wanxuan put the chess record on the teacher's desk with heartache, and obediently put his hands behind his back.Unexpectedly, Mr. Kong just gave a faint "hmm" to his humbly admitting his mistake, and his subordinates were still busy looking through a thick stack of books and documents, so they didn't pay attention to him at all.What is this, mental torture?Ji Wanxuan puffed his mouth, a little wanting to tell the old gentleman that he has a thick skin, and this trick is not very effective.Someone came in at the front door of the office with a lot of noise, Ji Wanxuan raised his head casually, but his eyes skipped over the teacher who was walking in a hurry, and fixed his eyes on the boy standing quietly by the wall.He is also looking at himself.Ji Wanxuan tilted his head, raised his hand and gently waved at him on his smiling cheek.Probably he had never seen such a foolishly happy person being called to the office, Shen Fang blinked, and the moment his lips parted slightly, the teacher said something else.The ripples dissipated, and when he lowered his head, his expression became silent again.Ji Wanxuan pursed her lips regretfully, wondering if the little classmate wanted to talk to him just now.Is it a greeting? "Ji Wan, is that what the classmates call you?" Ji Wanxuan came back to his senses, looked at the old gentleman's gentle eyes, and was slightly taken aback: "Yes, Teacher Kong, my name is a bit of a mouthful. Call." "Well, I remember you are the math class representative of our class, right?" The old gentleman's attitude was too accommodating, and Ji Wanxuan was not sure what he was going to say, so he answered honestly: "Yes, Kong Teacher." "You can relax, I just want to chat with you." Ji Wanxuan said "Oh", his shoulders were still tense, but in the next second, his expression changed a little.The old man overlaid the stack of materials he had found out just now on the chess record he handed in. "This is your composition in the first year of high school, and the photocopied version of the composition in the examination room of the third year of junior high school. I have read them all. The literary talent is very good. The teachers who have taught you before have praised him." Including the one who teased him at the door just now teacher?In the first year of high school, she always hated iron but not steel because Ji Wanxuan gave up writing ancient poems every time. He thought she didn't like him. "Mr. Kong, do you care so much about everyone?" Ji Wanxuan was a little embarrassed. "I have collected and read all the composition texts of everyone in the first year of high school. There are a few students who wrote very well in junior high school. I have collected all the compositions that have been circulated in grades." The old man smiled: "But you can still Admire yourself, every composition in the exam is a high score, so I have read every one." Ji Wanxuan uncomfortably raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose, his eyes wandered quietly, drifted to the other end of the office, and lowered his eyes Peacefully on the boy who listened to the teacher's speech.Unlike ordinary players with facial paralysis, Shen Fang seldom talks, does not take the initiative, and looks very unapproachable in daily life.But he is well educated, no matter who speaks, he will not ignore you.And when he quietly listens to people talking, he even looks a little bit obedient. "I called you here this time to give you this." Like Doraemon, Teacher Kong dug out another notebook with a cotton and linen cover out of nowhere. "This is the high school notebook of my former student. You can take it back and read it. You can show it to your classmates. You have an arm injury. I don't force you to do homework in this subject before you recover, but you still have to practice. You don't need it in class. Fall." Ji Wanxuan was completely confused: "Didn't you call me here because of the chess record?" "The chess record?" The old man's eyes were confused for a moment, and he laughed after he realized it.he flipped
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Ji Wanxuan: Who are you talking about?Shen Fang: Nice to talk about you.
Qi water soup soup, gradually car curtains
When silently writing "The Book of Songs" in Chinese class, Ji Wanxuan was holding a notebook in his hand, listening to the teacher's words and reviewing the ancient Chinese notes.The classroom was so silent that only the sound of pens falling on the paper was left. The teacher was sitting on the edge of the desk and invigilating the exam while lost in thought. Someone was so silent that "I am alone, I am three years old and poor in food" and suddenly my memory disconnected, and I couldn't remember anything. Which eight characters follow.Zheng Xi, a class member of the sports committee, bit his pen and lay down on the table thinking for a while, then he hit his mind on the only one in the class who seemed to be doing nothing at the front desk.Sensing someone pointing his back with a finger, Ji Wanxuan lowered his eyes slightly, and quietly moved the notebook in his hand to the side.Naturally, this small gesture cannot be hidden from the tablemate, Jin Ran paused and turned his head slightly, but what he saw was Ji Wanxuan holding back a smile and winking at him quietly.When he teases people, he often likes to smile like this.Jin Ran shook his head helplessly, then lowered his head and continued writing.Zheng Xi, who was unaware of everything, couldn't help being overjoyed. While paying attention to the little old man who was dozing off on the podium, he poked his head and looked desperately at Ji Wanxuan's notebook.It's a pity that "Mang" is not marked on the book, and there is not even a single Chinese character - but seeing the criss-crossing on the grid, it is a backgammon that is evenly matched for half a page.A breath of turbid air welled up in his heart, and Zheng Xi's head fell on his arm.Ji Wanxuan couldn't hold back for a moment, and laughed out loud.The laughter was not loud, but enough to attract the attention of most people in the class, including the teacher.Ji Wanxuan: "..." Zheng Xi: "Ha." When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Ji Wanxuan followed the Chinese teacher into the office with his head drooping, holding the chess record that Peng Ye sent him as a souvenir two days ago .As soon as he entered the door, he was recognized by someone: "Hey, old friend, Ji Wanxuan." The former Chinese teacher in the first year of high school patted him on the shoulder, and his tone was full of jokes: "Let me guess, are you this time Still can’t sleep because of circulating graffiti in class?” It’s so embarrassing, Ji Wanxuan laughed dryly twice, and said honestly: “Because it broke the classroom discipline.” The teachers sitting nearby laughed, and Ji Wanxuan secretly thanked the office There are no students at the moment, otherwise he will become the laughing stock of the grade again. "Ji Wanxuan." The little old man in their class waved his hand to him from the cubicle by the window, motioning for him to go and be scolded.For a moment, Ji Wanxuan was like the people seeing the People's Liberation Army, as if they were amnesty, very kind, greeted the teachers and walked over quickly. "Mr. Kong, I was wrong." In 36 counts, an apology is the top priority.Ji Wanxuan put the chess record on the teacher's desk with heartache, and obediently put his hands behind his back.Unexpectedly, Mr. Kong just gave a faint "hmm" to his humbly admitting his mistake, and his subordinates were still busy looking through a thick stack of books and documents, so they didn't pay attention to him at all.What is this, mental torture?Ji Wanxuan puffed his mouth, a little wanting to tell the old gentleman that he has a thick skin, and this trick is not very effective.Someone came in at the front door of the office with a lot of noise, Ji Wanxuan raised his head casually, but his eyes skipped over the teacher who was walking in a hurry, and fixed his eyes on the boy standing quietly by the wall.He is also looking at himself.Ji Wanxuan tilted his head, raised his hand and gently waved at him on his smiling cheek.Probably he had never seen such a foolishly happy person being called to the office, Shen Fang blinked, and the moment his lips parted slightly, the teacher said something else.The ripples dissipated, and when he lowered his head, his expression became silent again.Ji Wanxuan pursed her lips regretfully, wondering if the little classmate wanted to talk to him just now.Is it a greeting? "Ji Wan, is that what the classmates call you?" Ji Wanxuan came back to his senses, looked at the old gentleman's gentle eyes, and was slightly taken aback: "Yes, Teacher Kong, my name is a bit of a mouthful. Call." "Well, I remember you are the math class representative of our class, right?" The old gentleman's attitude was too accommodating, and Ji Wanxuan was not sure what he was going to say, so he answered honestly: "Yes, Kong Teacher." "You can relax, I just want to chat with you." Ji Wanxuan said "Oh", his shoulders were still tense, but in the next second, his expression changed a little.The old man overlaid the stack of materials he had found out just now on the chess record he handed in. "This is your composition in the first year of high school, and the photocopied version of the composition in the examination room of the third year of junior high school. I have read them all. The literary talent is very good. The teachers who have taught you before have praised him." Including the one who teased him at the door just now teacher?In the first year of high school, she always hated iron but not steel because Ji Wanxuan gave up writing ancient poems every time. He thought she didn't like him. "Mr. Kong, do you care so much about everyone?" Ji Wanxuan was a little embarrassed. "I have collected and read all the composition texts of everyone in the first year of high school. There are a few students who wrote very well in junior high school. I have collected all the compositions that have been circulated in grades." The old man smiled: "But you can still Admire yourself, every composition in the exam is a high score, so I have read every one." Ji Wanxuan uncomfortably raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose, his eyes wandered quietly, drifted to the other end of the office, and lowered his eyes Peacefully on the boy who listened to the teacher's speech.Unlike ordinary players with facial paralysis, Shen Fang seldom talks, does not take the initiative, and looks very unapproachable in daily life.But he is well educated, no matter who speaks, he will not ignore you.And when he quietly listens to people talking, he even looks a little bit obedient. "I called you here this time to give you this." Like Doraemon, Teacher Kong dug out another notebook with a cotton and linen cover out of nowhere. "This is the high school notebook of my former student. You can take it back and read it. You can show it to your classmates. You have an arm injury. I don't force you to do homework in this subject before you recover, but you still have to practice. You don't need it in class. Fall." Ji Wanxuan was completely confused: "Didn't you call me here because of the chess record?" "The chess record?" The old man's eyes were confused for a moment, and he laughed after he realized it.he flipped
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