don't pressure your brother

When the dizziness gradually receded, Xia Zhi opened his eyes, and found himself lying in the room, outside the window, there were birds and flowers, and the sound of old men and women shouting slogans from early morning exercise.

Xia Xingxing poked his head at the door.

Xia Zhi glanced at her, turned over and lay back.

Xia Xingxing tiptoed over and poked him on the back, "Brother, I was wrong, I shouldn't have hit you yesterday."

"Ah."

Xia Xingxing climbed onto the bed, stretched her neck and offered her head to Xia Zhi, "Brother, you can blow my brains out, just a few."

Xia Zhi shrank back into the bed, avoiding her, "Get out, you're in a bad mood, don't disturb me."

Xia Xingxing's skin was a little thicker than the south wall, so he stuck it directly and hugged his back, "Brother don't be angry, please pity your sister, she is about to starve to death."

Well, I have to get up and cook for this master.

He and Xia Xingxing were the only ones at home. After the omelette was cooked, Xia Zhi became depressed, "I have class today, where are Mom and Dad? Who will send you to school?"

"You don't need to send it, I will go by myself." Xia Xingxing said.

"But pull it down, I don't have to worry if I lose you again, my parents will have to kill me." After Xia Zhi cleaned up the dishes, he went to pack Xia Xingxing's schoolbag.

Books, pens, and notebooks were scattered all over the table. Xia Xingxing held a small schoolbag and stuffed it inside. Xia Zhi put away the unused things on the table for her, and then saw a book spread out, densely written on it. A small book full of words.

Seeing this, Xia Xingxing wanted to snatch her away, but Xia Zhi pushed her away with one hand on her head.Xia Xingxing stood at an arm's length away from Xia Zhi and swung his arms, "Don't look, don't look, brother, I beg you!"

The primary school student's writing style is really well-deserved, and the handwriting is like a dog crawling. The most important thing is that there are many typos in the article. You should at least distinguish "he" from "she". In the notebook, the words "Cheng" and "Yu" were almost written in the words "Separation", and the sluggish pain rushed out like bitterness breaking through the gate, pouring from the top of the head to the soles of the feet.

This novel is written like a thesis abstract, each plot has only a few concluding sentences, but after reading the whole story, it is undoubtedly the story that Xia Zhi experienced.

Xia Xingxing hugged Xia Zhi's arm, his heart flustered and his legs trembling, "Brother, I won't dare again in the future, can you stop crying?"

Xia Zhi was in a daze for a week, Xia Xingxing was as obedient as a groundhog, except for going out to look for food, she stayed in her room most of the time, let alone going to Huo Huo Xiazhi.

On Saturday morning, after her parents had left, Xia Xingxing wandered out of the room and ran to Xia Zhi's room.

Xia Zhi glanced at her sideways, and continued to bury his head in his book.

"Brother, I'm going to cram school, you can send me off."

Xia Zhi thought that Xia Xingxing saw that he had left her in the cold these days and came here to find a sense of presence, but it turned out that he was thinking too much.

Xia Xingxing said: "Our piano teacher asked me to ask my parents to go."

Xia Zhi: "!"

Xia Xingxing, a man among women, has shown extraordinary potential to be a woman since she was a child. Last time in class, a little boy told her that she had played a wrong note. She not only refused to admit it, but even beat him up. The boy was spanked by her while riding on him with his pants removed.

Xia Xingxing scolded their teacher all the way, "Isn't it normal for children to play and fight? They call their parents every now and then, childish."

Xia Zhi hehe.

"Let me tell you that our teacher likes to target me. When practicing in class, he likes to stare at me when he doesn't stare at anyone."

Xia Zhi: "If you play the piano, it looks like you have lice all over your body. I'll stare at you too."

Xia Xingxing sighed: "Too angry!"

The piano teacher was playing Bach's "Goldberg Variations" with his back to the door. The brisk notes danced throughout the room, and the sunlight came in from the window next to him, shining on his clean white shirt and short hair.

In front of the classroom door, Xia Zhi stared at his back and stopped for no reason.

Xia Xingxing called out, "Teacher Cheng."

The sound of the piano stopped, the piano teacher turned around, his eyes fell on Xia Zhi, and he smiled slightly: "Hello."