When I Found the Heroine As a Teenager

"Tattoos?"

The three voices sounded together, and the startled passers-by turned their heads back and forth.

"No, how did you think of getting a tattoo?"

Teacher Xia was shocked and asked sternly.

Mom will never allow it!

Xia Wanshuang doesn't have any opinion on tattoos, but she thinks that children should not get tattoos, they don't understand anything, and the traces left by tattoos are irreversible. Zhou Qinglang is still young and ignorant, but Xia Wan understands.

Although Zhou Qinglang seems to be a junior high school student, he should still be a primary school student in terms of age. It is best for junior high school students not to have tattoos, let alone primary school students.

"Your idea is a bit cool. To be honest, I want to get a tattoo too. Just get tattoos on my collarbone, ankles or wrists, with letters or patterns on my clavicle. That's pretty cool."

"What kind of pattern?"

Xia Wan raised his hands and knocked on Lin Qiushui's head, staring at him.

"I don't have a tattoo, I don't have a tattoo, I just said, if I want to go, I will go long ago. I heard that it hurts, but I used a needle to **** my skin and hiss."

Lin Qiushui is a man who is brutal, arrogant and sturdy, but sometimes he is very squeamish, afraid of hardship and pain, so he is very different.

"Did something happen?"

Zhao Tianhang felt that Zhou Qinglang was not such a person on a whim, he should have seen something or heard something.

"Nothing happened, sister, don't be angry, I just talk about it casually."

Zhou Qinglang was eagerly trying to tell Xia Wanshuang, who knew that Lin Qiushui and Zhao Tianhang hadn't left yet.

How embarrassed to say the words "As long as you tattoo your sister's name on your heart, you can never separate from your sister" in front of Lin Qiushui and Zhao Tianhang, you will definitely be laughed at by these two people, especially Lin Qiushui.

"If you really want to get a tattoo, you can wait until you grow up, at least as an adult, and the tattoo will stay with you for a lifetime. Although it can be washed off, it hurts and scars when it is washed off. My sister is not allowed, but Not allowed now."

The child is still young, if he regrets it later, it is too late.

"What are you going to get tattooed?"

Zhao Tianhang spoke curiously, which caught Zhou Qinglang's cold eyes.

Zhao Tianhang is a nasty devil. Since her sister is not happy, she wants to skip this topic, but he even mentioned it.

"According to the character of the little vinegar jar, shouldn't you have a summer evening double tattoo on your body?"

Lin Qiushui had a horrified expression. He had seen those who had their parents tattooed on their backs. At first glance, they were strangely scary. Then think about Zhou Qinglang's double tattoos on the back of Xia Wan...It's still a bit funny when you think about it.

Zhou Qinglang looked at Lin Qiushui's distorted expression, wondering what kind of nasty criticism this was.

However, at a certain level, Lin Qiushui also guessed that eight/nine were inseparable from ten.

"Tattoo me?"

Xia Wan doubled her face with a question mark, what kind of operation was this.

"Yeah, it's the kind of tattooing my parents on my body hahahahahahahaha."

Lin Qiushui couldn't help it, shrugging his shoulders.

Zhao Tianhang imagined the scene and couldn't help but chuckle.

"It's a bit scary to be honest."

That picture is more than a little scary, it's just terrifying.

Although Teacher Xia is both a father and a mother, this is really not good.

"Lin! Autumn! Water!"

Zhou Qinglang gritted his teeth and looked at Lin Qiushui's eyes, just like the look at the pig and the sheep.

"Wrong wrong."

Lin Qiushui immediately admitted his mistake, hid behind Zhao Tianhang, and then let out another arrogant laugh.

"I want to tattoo my sister's name."

Zhou Qinglang said in a low voice, observing Xia Wanshuang's face.

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough."

Lin Qiushui stopped his laughter like a chicken choked around its neck.

Zhao Tianhang patted him on the back, giving him comfort.

"Little vinegar jar, you don't need to be so loyal to watch. Your sister is not your target. Why are you tattooing her name."

In a sense, Lin Qiushui has the potential to be a prophet.

"Forget it, this is your basic operation."

Before Zhou Qinglang could speak, Lin Qiushui talked to himself.

"Langlang you..."

Xia Wanshuang was a little bit dumbfounded, and glanced at Zhao Tianhang.

Your future object is here! Tell him in front of him what is going on getting her name tattooed!

Xia Wanshuang just thought it was a child's head fever. Zhou Qinglang relied on her. She knew, maybe it was what Lin Qiushui said, like Wen's parents, and wanted to remember her like this.

"This is not necessary."

"Well, sister, I know."

Zhou Qinglang obediently responded, hiding his loss very well.

It doesn't matter, even if she doesn't have a tattoo, she will be with her sister forever.

"By the way, the man who cut my clothes confessed to me."

Zhou Qinglang changed the subject and successfully attracted the attention of Xia Wanshuang and the others.

"So fast? I thought I would have to wait for several days."

"who is it?"

"Pang Lei from Class 5."

Xia Wanshuang and Lin Qiushui looked at each other, and they had no impression of this person at all.

"Why did she do this, do you have a grudge with her?"

"She also passed on my story the other day."

When Xia Wanshuang asked this question, Zhou Qinglang realized that she had forgotten to ask Pang Lei's motive. She just had a fight and didn't ask why. She didn't care about why at all.

"It's pretty much thoughtful."

I twisted my eyebrows in the summer evening, not very happy.

Although they used to sell ice powder in the third middle school, it was five years ago. In addition, they have changed their appearance when they grow up. The group of students who bought ice powder has also graduated, so they were enrolled in the summer evening. At that time, no one recognized them, so they didn't know the past, let alone Zhou Qinglang's life experience.

Xia Wanshuang didn't like other people mentioning Zhou Qinglang's life experience, as if she was constantly poking Zhou Qinglang's sore feet. She was protecting her calf, and naturally it was impossible for others to say it.

"It's okay sister, I've settled it."

Zhou Qinglang leaned on Xia Wanshuang, and rubbed his cheek with his fingers playing with Xia Wanshuang.

"How to solve it?"

"I also scratched her clothes and scared her to tears."

"You two sisters are really the same."

Lin Qiushui gave a thumbs up, she was so beautiful for the two girls.

Xia Wanshuang was planning to tell the class teacher of the fifth class the next day to let him report criticism. Unexpectedly, when he went to school the next day, Pang Lei was the initiator. This kind of version, some say it is because of jealousy, some say it is jealous.

Zhou Ying went to talk to the teacher about this. She was so angry that she didn't sleep well and came to school early.

Last night, Pang Lei came to her and told her what Zhou Qinglang suspected was what she did. He came to ask her and said all kinds of pitiful things. She frantically scolded Zhou Qinglang in front of Pang Lei, thinking in her heart if Zhou Qinglang really slandered. She, she certainly won't let it go.

As a result, as soon as he went home and took his cell phone, he saw Zhou Qinglang using the Q number of Xia Wan Shuang to find the message she had sent to her in the group. For a while, the whole person was furious.

Pang Lei actually dared to play with her. Before, he wanted to use her as a gunman, but now he still wants to tell the truth. So after Zhou Ying came to the school, she squatted in front of the grade director's office and waited for the director to come to an accusation.

This matter ended with Pang Lei's review under the national flag, so that Zhou Ying asked Pang Lei for trouble afterwards. Xia Wanshuang and Zhou Qinglang were not too concerned about this kind of self-effects.

Xia Wanshuang hasn't been free lately. Except for class, he just checks information, keeps enriching his notes, and then writes an outline.

No success is accidental, Xia Wanshuang consciously is not a very talented person.

She loved to read when she was a child. She has read a lot of famous Chinese and foreign books, as well as a lot of history books. As a Chinese teacher, she naturally has a strong ability to compose stories.

And Xia Wanshuang is not blindly writing essays. When writing the first urban essay, she read many online novels of the same type, and then she chose the website and selected the subject matter. The list is clear.

The second palace fighting for power is one of the achievements of her previous life. Although it is an overhead dynasty, but referring to historical books, the annotations made when writing this article are almost a small book, so Zhu Xue will not be clear about her Jiang Wan can tell the true age.

Her body was a pupil at the time, but her soul was not.

Xia Wanshuang immersed himself in writing in the study, Zhou Qinglang did not disturb her, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Although the tattoos didn't happen, Zhou Qinglang still had some thoughts in his heart.

The sprinkler sprinkled hot water from the girl's body.

The mist covered the mirror, making everything unclear.

Zhou Qinglang stretched his body, his fingers stuck in his heart.

She used her fingers to write the name of Xia Wanshuang one by one in her heart. Because of her posture, the writing was a bit crooked.

"This should be fine..."

Zhou Qinglang thought uncertainly.

She wrote her sister's name in her heart, so she should be able to stay with her forever.

"Would it be better for my sister to write to me?"

Zhou Qinglang muttered, the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it made.

She washed up, put on her pajamas and went out.

Xia Wanshuang was still in the study, Zhou Qinglang was waiting in the room, waiting, waiting to fall asleep.

Xia Wanshuang stopped typing at one point, sorted out the information on the table, and went back to the bedroom to take a bath in pajamas.

The sound of opening the door awakened the person in the bed, and Xia Wan Shuang's movements slowed down.

"Sister, you are done."

"Well, are you going to take a bath, have you awakened you?"

"No, sister, go and wash it. When you come back, I have an important thing to tell you."

Zhou Qinglang’s voice was sleepy and hoarse, his tone of voice was soft and obedient, and he chuckled softly in the summer evening, just like eating a mouthful of sweet watermelon in the summer, when he went to the bathroom to speed up the bath, he was afraid that Zhou Qinglang would wait. too long.

Xia Wanshuang returned to the bedroom with a full body of water vapor, before sitting on the side of the bed, Zhou Qinglang held his hand.

"What's wrong, Langlang, what do you want to tell me?"

"elder sister…"

Zhou Qinglang's voice was a bit vague, she pulled Xia Wanshuang's hands and fumbled for her body.

"Langlang, why don't you wear any clothes, it's cold at night, and you will catch a cold later."

Xia Wanshuang was startled by the warmth of his fingertips, not knowing which part the child was playing.

"Sister, here is my heart."

Zhou Qinglang fumbled for the place and looked at Xia Wanshuang's direction with his eyes open.

"Will you write your name here with your fingers, so that we can be together forever."

Zhou Qinglang's voice was full of excitement, even if Xia Wanshuang couldn't see her face clearly at night, she could still imagine her appearance at this time.

"good."

In the summer evening, she touched the dark and wrote her name with her fingertips.

Stroke by stroke, under your fingertips is the agitating heart.

"It's finished, go to sleep."

She speaks softly and connively, drowning paranoid people.