Xueba at the same table from the future

Chapter 149 Good Morning, Little Squirrel

"I'm innocent—"

Chen Mu woke up the little squirrel who was obsessed with drawing a dog's head under the handwriting, and handed the picture book in his drawer to him.

"You still dare to say that you are innocent, but you are obviously not innocent." Li Xinxi stared at the picture of Long Ruoye shaking hands with Chen Mu for a while, and then opened the picture book to a new page.

A picture I recently drew in a picture book is a sunny afternoon with a breeze, under the plum tree with swaying green fruits, a little squirrel puffed up its cheeks and sneaked up on the boy who was sleeping on the table.

As for the audience of this picture, there is only the cat with its tail drooping in the corner, and the open-top soda bottle on the stone table that sees the afternoon sun, and the soda is bubbling wrapped in fructose.

"Tsk—it's so embarrassing, I don't know how to blush like this." Li Xinxi pointed to the two cheeks of the little squirrel in the painting, which were intentionally heavily smeared with blush, which looked extremely shy and pleasant in the painting.

"Of course I know." Chen Mu's eyes moved to Li Xinxi's slightly blooming dimples: "There is still a certain difference between painting and reality, because it is not natural enough, so the writing will be heavier."

"Hmm... It seems that Gouzi, you have a deeper understanding of painting." Li Xinxi blinked her eyes twice when she heard this, pointed to the blank space of the picture and asked curiously: "Gouzi, does this painting have a name? "

"I haven't decided yet..." The dog-headed boy grinned a little: "How about you choose one for me, Miss? I haven't decided whether it should be called "Summer" or "Children's Day Gift"."

"Just call it "Unclear and Unclear." Li Xinxi wrote a four-character title on the blank space in the lower right corner of the screen, and seriously drew a graffiti of a little squirrel kicking a dog's head.

"How is it? Gouzi, my drawing skills are not bad, right?" Li Xinxi, who had finished her masterpiece, clapped her hands twice, then handed the picture book back to Chen Mu and tilted her head.

"So Gouzi, now, do you know what your dream is?"

"Miss, I actually drew a lot of pictures recently, not just in picture books." Chen Mu glanced down at the small pile of manuscript paper in his drawer.

"From the grass on the side of the road to the scorching sun, from the distant view of the school to the close view of the dimples, there are many, many more..." Chen Muyan looked at Li Xinxi's delicate face seriously.

"I think if I were to give the answer now, my dream should be to draw what I see and think, and use a brush to replace my eyes."

"However..." Chen Mu's tone paused: "Actually, I am a little dissatisfied with this answer. I always feel that there is something missing, but I can't figure it out."

"Hehehe, what about this." Li Xinxi looked up at the clock on the blackboard: "It's almost time to hand in the paper, Gouzi, have you decided what to write?"

"No." Chen Mu spread out his hands: "Actually, I have a lot of ideas, but I'm still not sure what to write."

"You dog has changed, you have become indecisive." Li Xinxi tore a blank page for Chen Mu, then took the pen and began to write on the blank page.

"About good morning, my answer is this..." The glasses girl dragged her orange frame, and handed the paper to Chen Mu in a ostentatious manner.

"Morning Crab Boss, Good Morning Octopus, Good Morning SpongeBob SquarePants, Good Morning Pai Daxing, Good Morning Rabbit Boss, Good Morning Snail, Good Morning Sandy, Good Morning Puff Teacher, Good Morning Bikini Bottom, Good Morning Everyone on Bikini Beach."

"This—" Looking at Li Xinxi's eyes looking forward to the evaluation, Chen Mu's expression could not help but crack slightly.

After hesitating for a long time, the dog-headed boy was still ready to be beaten up and gave his evaluation very frankly: "Does it mean that there are more people saying good morning?"

"Yeah, it's a little bit more, but it's just the last [good morning everyone on the bikini beach]."

"However, this is the only way to be SpongeBob SquarePants, an innocent and lovely SpongeBob SquarePants." Li Xinxi patted her face twice, then put her little head in Chen Mu's drawer, and looked up at the boy holding a pen.

"Silly dog, didn't you realize that you have too many manuscripts in your drawer? I think you are not missing something, but something more."

"Sometimes, something too much can lead to something missing." Li Xinxi smiled sweetly at Chen Mu maintaining this weird posture.

"SpongeBob SquarePants said: 'Everyone makes mistakes, that's why people put erasers on the other end of pencils.' Dog, I rarely see you use erasers when you draw."

The girl in the yellow skirt took out the sketch pencil that had been missing a little from the drawer very accurately, and then returned to a normal sitting position and placed it on the table: "Dog, it's almost 15 minutes, you should also answer gone."

"Eraser?" Chen Mu's dark eyes couldn't help but light up a little when he heard this word he hadn't known for a long time: "Xixi, I've almost figured out the key points, I want to give you the answer next time, you It should be enough."

"Giggle—silly dog, I'm waiting for you, just like Snail is always at home waiting for SpongeBob SquarePants."

"So boy, go chase your dreams now, and unless you're a fool, stay in bed."

"Who said that?"

"If you want to know, you have to tell me what you wrote on the paper." Li Xinxi almost dimpled with laughter.

"Snail, haven't you heard that curiosity can kill an elephant?" The dog-headed boy borrowed his body from the girl in the yellow skirt, and waved the back of the white paper in front of Li Xinxi twice.

"Okay, close your big round eyes and go to sleep, SpongeBob SquarePants will come back soon." This was the penultimate sentence Chen Mu threw to Li Xinxi with a smile.

As for the last sentence, it happened on the podium 1 minute later.

The young man with open eyebrows stood beside the middle-aged man.

His back was straight, and his eyes were full of excitement that couldn't go away.

"This is a late short poem. I can't finally decide what to write until now when I stand on the podium."

"Some things cannot be said casually. When they are said at a certain moment, it must be planned for a long time."

"A short poem for some cute little squirrel who puffs out his cheeks and giggles at a silly dog ​​all day long."

"Good morning, little squirrel."

"All morning."

"I've been watching you all the time."

"How to put every inch."

"Exquisite morning light."

"Change into a colorful jump."

"A fruity aroma chewed into pine nuts."

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(End of this chapter)