Warm and respectful people

Xia Wen continued to write, and then undoubtedly successfully got stuck on the next question.

Her method of writing math problems is actually very simple, just do the math in a daze, see if the numbers given in the question can be added, subtracted, multiplied and divided to get a result.

When the answer was written, the thought in my heart was "it might be right."

At this age, Xia Wen is most inexplicably optimistic.

The person who was lying on the table to write has now stood up, like a master writing with a brush, no matter how well the writing is, it has to look good.

After Xia Wen wrote down a number, he subconsciously glanced at Shen Xueyu's expression.

The other party seemed to frown.Xia Wen murmured in his heart.

Then she wiped with the eraser on the tip of the pencil and filled in another number.

The other party's expression seemed to be more serious.

Still not right?

Xia Wen's face was almost wrinkled into a double ninth festival chrysanthemum.

Just before the paper was torn again, Shen Xueyu couldn't stand it anymore.

The white and slender fingers pointed at the stem of the question: "This is a unit practice question."

Xia Wen raised his head and frowned, the child's smooth forehead was wrinkled, with big eyes and big question marks.

Shen Xueyu leaned loosely on the edge of the table: "The unit exercises are examining the same knowledge point over and over again."

"Oh." Xia Wen wiped off the eraser and began to bite the pen holder, as if the inspiration for solving the problem would spread on himself.

"You'd better read the examples in the textbook a few more times before writing." It was the first time Shen Xueyu met such a little girl who didn't understand.

Xia Wen nodded instinctively and wanted to flip through the book, but she didn't have any textbooks around her.

An inexplicable sense of frustration welled up in my heart, which was even more uncomfortable than getting a failing paper.

Unable to continue with the topic, and unable to follow Shen Xueyu's instructions, Xia Wen was a little at a loss what to do without the logical disguise.

She buried her head very low, and the broken hair on her forehead grew long, which was a bit dazzling.

The office was empty.The classroom diagonally opposite seemed to be having a Chinese class, and the sound of reading could be heard loudly.

The little girl's sadness came as soon as she said it, maybe it was the grievances accumulated just now, maybe it was the shame she felt in the face of Shen Xueyu, and there was an emotion that she couldn't bear.

A little tear fell on the gray number written in pencil, which soon faded away.

The eye sockets were filled with tears, and the black eyelashes were wet and glued together.

In Shen Xueyu's life experience, there is only Shen An'an crying and rolling on the ground, usually when she rudely asks not to be accepted by adults.

She has never liked children's tears.

If it was Shen An'an, she could reprimand her a few words, but the child in front of her belongs to someone else's family.

She asked helplessly, "What's wrong?"

Xia Wen sobbed softly because these words had the potential to start a prairie fire. Her skin was not white, but her eyes were unexpectedly large and bright. At this moment, they were crystal clear and red because of tears.

She raised her head, and when she opened her mouth again, it turned into a choked sob: "I didn't - lie, I didn't - knock over the red ink."

The voice was extremely aggrieved.

Shen Xueyu thought of Shen Anan's words just now: "Wen Wen was framed, and she herself is a victim."

Shen An'an has an unreliable temperament, but she rarely lies on such issues.

Shen Xueyu didn't care about the disputes between children. She took a few tissues from one side and handed them to Xia Wen: "I'm not a teacher, so it's useless to tell me."

Paper towels were not accepted.

Xia Wen had an impulse in her heart, she wanted to tell Shen Xueyu, I hope you believe me even more.

But she couldn't say it, she couldn't even explain such feelings to herself.

He could only redden his eyes more and more anxiously, staring at Shen Xueyu seriously like a rabbit.

No matter how good the psychological quality of the person being watched is, they still can't bear it.

The tears in Xia Wen's eyes didn't stop, and they slid down her cheeks. The girl roughly wiped them away with the back of her hand, resulting in tears and snot.

Shen Xueyu has a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder and obsessive-compulsive disorder, and then she directly smashed a lump of tissues in Xia Wen's face.

The little face the size of a palm was blocked up by half.

Xia Wen frowned, and woke up with snot and tears on the tissue.

It's loud.It's more noticeable in an empty office.

Shen Xueyu was stunned for a few seconds with her hand, and after she realized it, she threw it into the nearest trash can with wooden arms.

After following her instincts, Xia Wen realized that her actions just now were not elegant enough. She hesitated and took two steps to the position next to Shen Xueyu.

The other party retreated instinctively, and stretched out a finger against her forehead: "It's a little dirty."

Xia Wen: "Well..."

I was disgusted by myself.

When the big and the small were confronting each other, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Shen An'an and Jiang Nian came to the office before the teachers.

Shen Anan waved at the window of the office: "Wen Wen, the teacher asked you to go back to the classroom."

Jiang Nian walked into the office and returned the book, and smiled at Shen Xueyu who was beside him: "The mission is successfully completed, let's go back."

Between classes, the corridors of the teaching building from the bottom to the upper four floors are full of noisy students, and naughty boys can't wait to make a scene.

Shen Anan comforted the red-eyed Xia Wen: "Wen Wen, it's that Jiang Shan who framed you just to please Chen Chuchu, what a crime!"

Xia Wen looked at the two people of similar height standing shoulder to shoulder at the end of the corridor, it seemed that some people with good heads were taller than ordinary people even in their backs.

She looked sideways at the glass window of the classroom next to her. On the blurred glass was a very ordinary and even somewhat scribbled face.

Xia Wen sighed: "An'an, do you think I'm good-looking?"

Shen An'an, who was devoting herself to condemning the villain, was stunned, then smacked her mouth, and said earnestly, "My Wen Wen has grown up."

Although she didn't know exactly what turned her into an adult.

Xia Wen was puzzled: "?"

Shen An'an: "Girls start to pay attention to their appearance is the first step to adulthood. How many times have I told you to pay attention to sun protection in summer, have you heard it?"

When the two returned to the classroom, they saw two cans of milk tea on the table.

Shen An'an let out a sigh, she knew who gave it to her with her toes, and the cat cried and the mouse pretended to be kind.

Chen Chuchu finished writing today's list of students on duty on the blackboard, and when passing by their place, she said, "Xia Wen, I know you didn't do it on purpose, and we didn't mean to blame you, so don't be sad."

As he spoke, he brought the milk tea closer.

A few boys around helped to speak, all praising Chen Chuchu for being magnanimous.

Shen An'an, a straight-tempered person who hated such dirty tricks the most, was so angry that she wanted to go up and punch her. Xia Wen held her back, and looked at Chen Chuchu calmly.

"Actually, you know that you accidentally knocked over the ink, right?"

The competition between children is often about who has stronger concentration.

If Xia Wen was rolling around or crying, everyone would lean towards Chen Chuchu overwhelmingly.But at this moment, Xia Wen's eyes were too open and determined, and the bystanders around him lost their minds for a while.

Chen Chuchu froze and twitched the corners of her mouth: "It's all in the past, let's hurry back to our seats, class is about to start."

A group of people dispersed without looking lively.

Shen Anan took a cup of milk tea in each hand and prepared to throw it into the trash can at the back of the classroom.

Xia Wen stopped her: "This taste is not bad, with a lot of pulp."

She sat down leisurely, then poked the thick straw in, the grapefruit tasted just right in sweetness and sourness.

Shen An'an sat next to her, moved closer, and gave her a big thumbs up: "I'm still awesome, Sister Wen."

A large piece of unchopped grapefruit was placed in the transparent plastic cup, which was emptied after a while. Xia Wen struggled to pestle the pulp and spread out the math textbook.

Turning to the unit Shen Xueyu was talking about, staring at the sample questions in the textbook in a daze.

The smashed grapefruit was thrown by Xia Wen on the corner of the table. She rested her cheeks in her wet hands, frowning and thinking about the problem.

Shen An'an managed to find the Chinese textbook for the next class from her desk pocket, and when she was anxious about the content of this class to be spot-checked, she caught a glimpse of someone wandering beside her out of the corner of her eye.

She pushed Xia Wen with her elbow: "what's the matter?"

"I was wondering if I was a person with a good math score, would I be more attractive?" Xia Wen turned to answer the question.

Shen An'an: "Actually, there is another kind of person that people like."

"what?"

"The person who recited the full text of "Little Rock Lake"."

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In the empty classroom corridor after school, the setting sun hangs on the branches, and the afterglow sprinkles on the roof of the campus, on the corridor, and on people's faces.

Shen Anan leaned against the wall, shaking her head, stumbled and recited "Little Rock Lake Story".

Xia Wen lay on the window sill and emotionally wrote two weekly diaries.

Shen An'an was a little unbalanced. It took her an hour to memorize the text, but Xia Wen only took more than half an hour to memorize it today. She felt a sense of loss after losing the allied army.

Quite dejectedly, he glanced at Xia Wen, who was particularly serious about creating.

"Don't write me about eating tomatoes in the weekly diary this time..." Shen An'an cried, "The teacher asked me last time, how many baskets of tomatoes are still waiting to be eaten in my house."

Xia Wen covered his half-written weekly diary with his arm: "Got it. I won't eat tomatoes this time."

The golden light of the setting sun gradually dimmed, and the short figures of the two children were stretched and slender.

When he walked to the door, Xia Wen didn't see the driver of Shen An'an's family, and asked with a smile: "You also have a day to go home by yourself?"

Shen Anan lived up to this praise: "My sister and I went home together today, and I asked the driver to stop at my sister's dormitory."

Xia Wen was surprised: "Doesn't your sister live at home?"

Shen Anan patted her on the head: "Stop watching cartoons on the Children's Channel in the future. It's time for you to watch some deep rich dramas at your age. I live with my mother and father under the same roof and there are still a lot of conflicts." .” There was a little more envy in the words, “When can I go out and live.”

Xia Wen secretly thanked her father for not bringing her a stepmother back.

Shen Xueyu's dormitory building was very close to Xia Wen's house, and the two little girls turned from the school gate to an alley on the side.

Xia Wen raised his chin: "I'll take a shortcut for you."

Nancheng No. [-] Middle School has undergone a lot of changes in the past few years. High-rise buildings have been built on flat ground, bulldozers and concrete are everywhere, and construction sites can be seen everywhere.

The alley in the southwest corner is rare and quiet, with courtyard walls higher than the two of them on both sides of the narrow path.

The cheerful small steps of the two little girls were blocked by a few middle-aged men in shabby clothes who suddenly came out at the corner.