Creating in Xiao Huan Xi

The small cookies made by Fang Yijin were naturally very attractive to Ji Yangyang.

They each carried a pile of books. Fang Yifan had just finished helping Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao and rushed over. He quickly took the books from Fang Yijin's hand and said, "I'll carry these books. You just go get the schoolbag."

Fang Yijin could only carry the school bags of the three of them.

Fang Yuan asked Tong Wenjie to stay in the car while he came over to help the child.

This was not the first time Fang Yuan had met Ji Yangyang. In the past, he and Tong Wenjie had always taken turns to attend parent-teacher conferences for the two children. The person who came to attend the parent-teacher conference for Ji Yangyang was not his parents, but the child's uncle.

Ji Yangyang greeted politely: "Uncle Fang."

Fang Yuan said cheerfully, "Yangyang, thank you for helping Jin'er move the books."

"It's not hard, just a piece of cake." Ji Yangyang felt the temperature on his face rising a little.

Watching them leave, Ji Yangyang took out his cell phone and saw on WeChat that his uncle Liu Zheng was asking him where he was.

Ji Yangyang replied to his uncle while rushing to find him.

At the Fang family’s side, the brother and sister were sitting in the back seat playing with their cell phones.

Fang Yijin was looking at his schedule, while Fang Yifan was uploading a vlog he had recorded. He once took out his phone to show Fang Yijin that he now also had fans.

"Although I'm not as good as you, but I do have fans."

Fang Yijin encouraged him: "I believe that my brother will surpass me one day."

At this time, neither the brother nor the sister thought that the day Fang Yijin talked about would really come in the future.

Tong Wenjie was in a bad mood, and Fang Yifan didn't dare to pluck hair from the tiger's head at this time. He even spoke to his sister in a whisper.

Unexpectedly, Tong Wenjie still noticed him: "Fang Yifan, don't disturb your sister."

Fang Yifan said innocently: "My sister is just playing with her phone."

"That's because your sister has worked hard. Don't disturb her rest."

Fang Yifan was speechless, and Fang Yijin said, "Mom, I'm making a schedule for my brother."

Tong Wenjie changed the topic and asked Fang Yifan to look carefully.

Fang Yifan sent a WeChat message to Fang Yijin to complain. Fang Yijin was worried that her brother would have a rift with her mother, so she replied: "Mom is also in a bad mood because of Aunt's matter, but she still loves you very much. Brother, don't be angry with Mom."

The best brother in the world: "It's been so many years, if I wanted to be angry, I would have been angry a long time ago."

The best sister in the world: 'That's good.'

Fang Yifan leaned on his sister's shoulder and played with his cell phone, and Fang Yijin let him lean on her.

Fang Yuan winked at Tong Wenjie: Look, these two kids still have such a good relationship.

Tong Wenjie glanced in the rearview mirror and saw two children leaning against each other playing with their cell phones with smiles on their faces.

After returning home, Fang Yuan went to cook and the two children went back to their rooms.

Fang Yifan didn't stay in his room for a while before he ran to Fang Yijin's room. People who knew the siblings since they were young said that Fang Yifan, as a brother, was very attached to his sister and didn't want to leave her for a second. It was better when he grew up, but the clinginess was still there.

Fang Yifan was too bored staying alone in the room, so he ran over to see Fang Yijin typing.

At first, Fang Yijin couldn't accept typing under her brother's gaze, but later she just pretended he didn't exist and typed her own words.

I promised to write a custom article for my brother when I was in the first year of high school, and I sent it out with my brother's consent.

That article is a derivative of "Three Thousand Guests", Chun Yousheng's personal story. Fang Yijin continued his ability to use knives and stabbed a large group of people.

Even the prototype Fang Yifan himself cried, hiding in his bed and crying for a long time. But Fang Yijin couldn't bear it anymore, so he wrote a happy ending for Fang Yifan to coax him to stop crying.

As soon as Fang Yifan came in, he sat on the small sofa that Fang Yijin had Tong Wenjie buy for him. It was a soft sofa that could only accommodate one person. Fang Yifan liked this sofa very much, but he couldn't tell his mother about it because of his face, so he could only sit in his sister's room.

Fang Yijin had no objection and almost moved the sofa to Fang Yifan's room.

Girls have a lot of stuff, and Fang Yijin couldn't put many of them away, so they were all piled up in Fang Yifan's room.

"Yingzi said that Aunt Song Qian prepared a physics test, and we may have to go to Shuxiang Yayuan later." Fang Yifan sighed while holding his phone, "If I had known earlier, I would have chosen the liberal arts like you."

Fang Yijin typed on the keyboard with both hands: "You are not so good at liberal arts, but you can still play to your strengths in science."