Really young master holding sweet script

"Hey Brother Jing, when will you talk about piano, I never knew."

Jiang Li tilted his head and asked, before he could answer, he suddenly realized, "These two perform the same show, isn't it just who is ugly and who is embarrassing, then you have to practice more in advance."

Jiang Li leaned into his ear and whispered, "Then kill Fan Chen instantly."

Several students from the literature and art department didn't continue, they could only laugh without saying a word.

Shi Jing said, "Excuse me, if you sign up for the program, how many points will be added for moral education?"

"Let's add three points, it's not a lot, it's an honor for the class anyway."

Shi Jing nodded slightly, "Then report an impromptu piano performance for me."

Jiang Li said eagerly, "Then I'll apply for a program too, let's just apply for a song. Is there any male student in your literature and art department who hasn't sung alone?"

A student from the Department of Literature and Art: "There are some, so why don't you come in with us and ask, senior?"

"Let's go!" Jiang Li walked away with several students from the Department of Literature and Art. Before leaving, he left a sentence, "Brother Jing, you guys have talked enough, don't forget to come and find me inside, love you!"

Shi Jing was about to follow and go in, when his nose suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, he sneezed again, and there was a layer of water mist under his eyes.

He rubbed his eyes, "Then I too..."

"Stay there and don't go, where's the straw?"

Suddenly interrupted, he didn't react for a moment, "What?"

"I said straw, how can I drink without a straw?" Xie Yinhan stared at him, his eyes darkened, "How did you become friends with Jiang Li?"

"We've known each other since we were young, and we've known each other for many years." He really didn't want to get entangled with Xie Yinhan any more, so he answered honestly, and searched for straws in his pocket, but he didn't find any trace of them.

It happened that a gust of cold wind whizzed by, rolling up the snow that was swept by the roadside.

A hand that was not delicate to the touch rested on his forehead, and only touched it for a moment before withdrawing it. Xie Yinhan's voice was full of hostility, "Don't look for it and go in quickly, or I will delay sweeping the floor."

In the auditorium corner of the auditorium, the school committee of Class A of Senior Three is assigning roles to the students.

It just so happened that the school committee girl spotted him at a glance, picked up a piece of paper from the window sill, and handed it over, "Student Shi Jing, you and I will act as security guards. The two of us don't have many lines, only half a page each, and I printed it out."

Shi Jing smiled, "Thank you."

In the eyes of the girl from the school committee, he smiled ambiguously at her.

The school committee girl suggested, "Why don't you come and check this line with me first, I want to be familiar with it, this is the first time I have acted in a drama."

"Okay, then let's go to the side to check the lines."

Although he has no experience in acting in dramas, Shi Jing has a strong memory, and he can memorize half a page of lines after watching it twice.

The school committee girl is also very smart, and after he reminded her a few times, she quickly cooperated with him tacitly.

After almost perfecting the lines for the second time, Shi Jing sat in the corner of the auditorium to rest, took out her mobile phone and saw that her father had sent him a text message half an hour ago——

Xiao Jing, your room has been decorated, and you can move your luggage back tonight.

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Stepping into the entrance of the old house in a daze, Shi Jing saw the painting wrapped in a cardboard box leaning in the corner.

The depressed mood was swept away, and the headaches along the way seemed to be relieved.

He knelt down, saw that the sender's address of the courier was in the suburbs of T City, and unpacked the painting on the spot. He could only say that compared to the picture, the real thing of the painting shocked him even more.

It's a pity that after admiring it for only half a minute, there was a sound of pushing the door behind him. Recently, my eldest brother was so busy that he lived in the company for many days, and my father was also busy with things.

It is self-evident who is going home.

Xie Yinhan's eyes fell on Shi Jing who was squatting down to look at the painting with his back facing him, and took a step forward, saying in a toneless tone, "Help you move it up?"

Shi Jing's back was a little stiff, and he said after a pause, "Then...thank you."

Xie Yinhan took a step forward with the backpack bag that had slipped off his shoulder in one hand, and effortlessly picked up the painting with the other hand, and then walked towards the stairs.

As if on purpose, he raised his eyebrows and asked casually, "Did you buy this painting again?"

"No." Shi Jing followed behind him, and a gentle voice came, "It was a gift from a good friend."

He wanted to ask how good this friend was, but when the words came to his lips, he took them back.

He carried the painting out of the old house, and rode to a courier station in the northern outskirts of the city. After a round trip, he was about to return to a place tens of meters away from his room.

He felt ridiculous, but there was no other way to get the painting into his brother's bedroom.

Turning around the stairs on the second floor, watching Xie Yinhan's long legs in front of him stepping up three flights of stairs, Shi Jing stopped, "How can I take it to the third floor?"

"Shi Jianfeng was afraid of tiring you, so he called me with someone else's mobile phone and asked me to help you move back to the third floor. You have no idea?"

Xie Yinhan took advantage of his long legs, and walked quickly. Recently, the weather has turned cold, and Shi Jing has not taken medicine for a cold, so his mind is inevitably unclear.

Then he went up to the third floor, walked through an unknown number of rooms, and was walking with his head depressed, when his head bumped into the back of Xie Yinhan's neck.

Shi Jing whispered, "I'm sorry."

Looking back, I saw Shi Jing with long and dense eyelashes hanging down. I don't know if he was sick or walking too fast. His snow-white skin was slightly powdered, and he looked pitiful.

He lost his temper unconsciously, "Open the door."

Shi Jing walked over and opened the door of the room. The bedroom has been tidied up, the bed has been made, the wardrobe, desk, sofa and coffee table have all been replaced with new ones. Xie Yinhan entered the door and placed the paintings in the corner.

When looking at him, his expression was not good, "Have you finished packing the luggage to be brought back?"

Shi Jing shook her head.

"Go to my room to take medicine, and I'll clean it up for you."

"Xie Yinhan." He stopped the person who turned to leave. Although he was sick and turned his head a little slower, since he was reborn, Xie Yinhan's transformation has not been the slightest bit.

His transformation is nothing more than not fighting for what does not belong to him.

I always feel that the relationship with Xie Yinhan is a bit strange, and Xie Yinhan's attitude towards him is still bad.

But without the tit-for-tat feeling from his previous life, he even felt a little subtle.

He said again, "Thank you."

Xie Yinhan froze, and walked out of his room without turning his head.

I haven't entered Xie Yinhan's room for a long time, and the layout of the room has not changed.

Going straight to the desk, Shi Jing noticed that the easel on the small balcony had been moved to the desk, and the painting box had been packed meticulously, as if it had been taken out of the door.

He was opening the bag of his backpack when a box of medicine fell on the ground. He bent down to pick it up, and happened to see two large and identical cardboard boxes stuffed under Xie Yinhan's desk.

It looks a little familiar.

The size of the cardboard box was a bit familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, one of the boxes had no cover, and he moved forward and saw the familiar cover.