The object of online dating is the Bamboo Horse Movie Emperor [Athletics]

A month later.

On the last weekend before school started, Xia Lin had just returned from shopping for stationery with his mother, and the schoolbag with an Optimus Prime face printed on it ran downstairs non-stop without even taking off the label on its back.

He knocked on the door of Qiao Qisheng's house: "Brother Qisheng! Brother Qisheng, open the door quickly! Look at my newly bought schoolbag!"

After a few seconds, the door opened.

"Grandma?" Xia Lin was stunned for a moment, looked up at her, then poked her head into the door, "Where's Brother Qisheng? Isn't he at home?"

Yan Hongjuan stepped aside to let him in: "He's out shopping, and he'll be back in a while."

"Then I'll wait for him." Xia Lin sneaked into the room from under her arms without fear, took off her shoes and ran barefoot to the dining table in the living room, climbed onto a chair and stood on it, took off her schoolbag and put it on the table , made a "dong" sound, and then began to dig things out.

Yan Hongjuan followed and put the slippers beside the chair, bent over to look: "Xiao Lin, what did you buy, let grandma see."

"The notebooks I bought, pencils, sharpeners, erasers..." Xia Lin introduced each item she took out, and finally felt that it was too slow, so she simply turned the schoolbag upside down and began to pour it out.

Seeing that he was struggling, Yan Hongjuan seemed to be unable to grasp the schoolbag with her small hands, so she stretched out her hand, "Grandma will help you."

"Grandma, no need." Xia Lin stopped, grabbed the bottom of the schoolbag again, and pointed to the chair opposite, "Grandma, please sit over and I'll show you."

"Hey, okay." Yan Hongjuan saw that he was persistent and did not force her, she smiled and sat across from her, watching the small man clumsily shake things out of his schoolbag.

"Grandma, look, my mother bought me a pencil case, it's so cool." Xia Lin spread out everything on the table like a trophy, and introduced it to Yan Hongjuan.

Finally, he picked up a brown leather notebook, held it up and showed it to her like flipping through a book, and said, "Grandma, look, this is what my mother bought for me to draw."

Yan Hongjuan coaxed him to nod: "Well, Xiao Lin will be a great painter from now on."

Then he climbed up on the table with half his body, and said mysteriously: "I have been talking about this for a long time, and my mother bought it for me."

Then he maintained the posture of pedaling on the chair and supporting the table with his hands, and picked up the eight-color watercolor pen in the distance: "Look, the pictures I draw in the future will be able to have colors."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the door knock.

Xia Lin immediately put down the things in his hands and prepared to go down: "Brother Qisheng is back."

He was too anxious, pedaled too hard on the chair, and slid directly off the chair.

Seeing that she was about to fall, Yan Hongjuan who was on the opposite side was startled, and immediately jumped up from the chair to hug him.

At the same time, Qiao Qisheng at the door also saw this scene. He didn't even have time to change his shoes, so he dropped the snacks he bought and ran over there.

At the moment when she was about to fall, Xia Lin reacted fairly quickly. She put her arms on the table and kept her hands on the table like a gecko, slowing down the speed of the slide.

His body was suspended in the air, and suddenly he felt that this was very amusing, and he swung a few times, then turned his head and grinned at Qiao Qisheng who was also rushing over: "Hey, Brother Qisheng, you are back, this is quite fun."

Then Yan Hongjuan picked him up and carried him back to the chair, squatted down to examine him carefully, and finally asked, "Did you touch anything?"

"No, grandma." Xia Lin kept staring at Qiao Qisheng, with his legs dangling by the chair, and waved over there, "Brother, come quickly, I bought a paintbrush."

Qiao Qisheng's heart was about to burst out of fright, but he was fine.

Seeing his heartless appearance, I really didn't want to pay attention to him. With a "hmm", I went back and picked up the snack bag at the door, walked into the kitchen, and put away my things.

"Hey, Xiao Lin, you scared grandma to death." Yan Hongjuan stood up, breathed a long sigh of relief, and stroked his soft hair.

If it falls, it will be a trivial matter if it is bumped and damaged, and it will be over if you hit your head.

"Grandma, it's okay." Xia Lin said as she was about to get off the chair.

But the chair was too high, and his feet couldn't touch the ground. After a long time, Yan Hongjuan still carried him down.

He said "Thank you grandma" and ran to the kitchen, and grandma said, "Brother, what are you doing?"

He walked over and took Qiao Qisheng's hand and dragged him into the room: "Come on, show you what my mother bought for me."

Qiao Qisheng didn't want to talk to him, but he didn't say anything, and let him pull himself to the living room and stand by the table.

Xia Lin pointed at the drawing book just now with her toes, and gently shook his hand: "Brother, help me get that book."

Nine-year-old Qiao Qisheng was already a head taller than the table, and could easily reach the items on the table, but he didn't move, but picked Xia Lin up and put him on a chair to stand him up: "Xia Lin Lin, do you know that the action just now is very dangerous?"

Xia Lin blinked those big grape-like eyes, very puzzled: "But I didn't fall."

Then he was going to get the notebook, but Qiao Qisheng pulled his hand over: "I'm talking to you, don't do anything else while listening to others."

Xia Lin stared blankly at Qiao Qisheng, nodded: "Oh."

After a pause for a few seconds, Qiao Qisheng went over and took the notebook in his hand: "You can't do actions like this in the future, do you understand?"

"Yes." Xia Lin nodded, "Understood."

"Here." Qiao Qisheng handed him the notebook, "What do you want to show me?"

Xia Lin is a heartless guy, one second he was too scared to speak by Qiao Qisheng's stern face, and the next second he happily introduces him to the stationery on the table again.

At the end, he pointed to the chair opposite: "Brother, go and sit there, and I will draw for you."

"You want to paint me?" Qiao Qisheng was skeptical, he didn't remember that Yang Pingping had enrolled Xia Lin in a painting class.

"Well, go quickly." Xia Lin pointed to the opposite side and said.

Half an hour later, Qiao Qisheng sat stiffly, and asked: "Xia Lin, are you alright?"

"Now, the last touch." Xia Lin looked up at him seriously, and painted on the notebook with a watercolor pen, "Okay~"

Finally, Qiao Qisheng got off the chair and stretched his waist: "Show me what the painting looks like."

Xia Lin proudly handed over the drawing book: "Here, let me show you, isn't it very similar?"

Qiao Qisheng held the drawing book in his hand and looked at it with a blue background, black pants, a green hat, and black swimming goggles. It should be the "self" in the swimming goggles.

It can be seen that it is swimming, but does it have anything to do with his posture just now?

"Who is this?" Qiao Qisheng pointed at the person in the painting. He just sat there for half an hour and moved a little bit, but it turned out that he was in the water?

"This is you, brother, look, you are swimming." Xia Lin pointed to him on the painting and explained to him.

Qiao Qisheng could tell that it was swimming, and the painting looked similar, but he couldn't understand why he was made to sit there without moving.

"Last time I saw you swimming. It was so cool. I will do the same as my brother in the future, right?" Xia Lin lifted up the notebook and looked at it with admiration. Finally, she tilted her head and revealed a bird from behind the notebook. He stared at Qiao Qisheng and waited for his answer.

"Yeah." Qiao Qisheng smiled and nodded, rubbing his hair, "You will be better than brother in the future."