Chi Guang

In the cafeteria, Huang Jing looked at her stupidly grinning bamboo horse speechlessly, and began to think whether she should call off the marriage.

"Xie Zihuang!" The sound of the slap on the back was clear and sweet, and Yang Yu's hands shook in fright, and the ribs fell off with a slap: "Be normal to me! The sports meeting has been over for three days! There is no end! Win a 400-meter relay race As for being happy like this!"

Yang Yushun answered: "There is also a group with the first overall score."

Received a warning from Sister Jing.

"Hey," Xie Zihuang put a piece of meat into her bowl: "Stop laughing, stop laughing, eat."

"It's mainly to relieve anger." Yang Yu spat out a bone, holding up his chopsticks and beaming with joy: "Yuan Xiao's face turned blue when he saw A-gan cross the finish line first, hahahaha."

"That's right, Brother Mu threw everyone far away with the first blow, and even Tian Ye didn't catch up."

If Tian Ye was here, he would probably jump up and complain about his fate - he and Mu Shihai were both the first batsmen, even the position and track were exactly the same as in the morning, when he saw Mu Shihai, he was in a bad mood: "Why? you again!"

Mu Shihai didn't even lift his eyelids: "Because I run fast."

... irritating.

"It can be regarded as a win for Lao Tao," Xie Zihuang said with a long sigh of relief: "I am sorry for the physical education teacher to be our class teacher."

"So it's time to calm down," Huang Jing patted his head: "Review well, there is an exam before the New Year's Day holiday!"

Putting down his chopsticks, Xie Zihuang looked up to the sky and sighed, "December, the devil!"

"Hate December!"

A scream came from the classroom upstairs, and Lu Miao turned over the calendar and still couldn't accept the fact: "Why is there no holiday except New Year's Day until the end of the year!"

"Yes," Xu Chichuan peeled an orange and stuffed it into his mouth: "Christmas."

"That doesn't count! All the festivals that don't have holidays are hooligans!" Lu Miao patted the table again: "Christmas is on Friday, and there is no evening study. After school, accompany Dad to Nanbin Road to watch the fireworks!"

"No," Xu Chichuan refused straight away, "There are so many people, it's better to go back and study."

"Let's go early to get a good seat, it won't be too crowded."

"Don't go."

"Oh..." The two were grinding, Huang Jing and Xie Zihuang came back, and Lu Miao's eyes lit up: "Sister Jing, are you interested in the Christmas fireworks show?"

"Yes, where will we do it this year?"

"At 08:30 in the evening, do you have an appointment?"

"Appointment," Xie Zihuang rushed to answer: "Call Shang Ran and A Gan, let's go together."

"On that day," Huang Jing glared at him: "Review well on other days."

This is promised.

"Look," Lu Miao spread her hands and continued to encourage Xu Chichuan: "Everyone go, let's go, there are so many people."

"Okay." If you don't promise this guy, he can grind him all day: "When Mu Shihai comes back, I'll ask him if he wants to be together."

"Okay, that's right, where's the Muge man? I haven't seen him all morning."

Huang Jing glanced at Liu Yiyu, sure enough, he was worthless, and heard that the initials of Mu Shihai were about to get into the pile of books.

"I'm a little uncomfortable and took half a day off. I'll come in the afternoon."

In fact, I went to Ye Jing's house to see Grandma Ye——

It was supposed to be at the end of the sports meeting in the afternoon, but Mu Xingyong heard the news from somewhere, and rushed to the hospital with Mu Shiyu and large bags of supplements to pick up his grandma. When I ran into someone, I slept without the quilt on purpose, and called Tao Yiming in the morning with a hoarse voice, asking for half a day off to get an injection.

Very dedicated and realistic, but if Xu Chichuan doesn't understand, can't he pretend to be dumb?

"Idiot, of course not."

Young Master Mu came back with two boxes of freshly baked egg tarts and his wife's cakes. One box was shared with Lu Miaoyi and the others, and the other box was held in Xu Chichuan's arms and he ate the mouth full of milk: "Well, why, Why?"

"If you do the fake show for real, you won't consume trust, and you can guarantee success next time."

Xu Chichuan suddenly realized: "No wonder Lu Miaoyi was caught by Uncle Lu every time he told a lie and was beaten up violently."

"Don't imitate him," Mu Shihai wiped off the scum around his mouth: "It's not good to lie."

"In that case," a cup of brown liquid was pushed in front of Mu Shihai, and the strong smell of banlangen wafted out of his nostrils. Xu Chichuan's eyebrows were frowned, his eyelashes fluttered, and he smiled like a cunning fox: "Drink it, the fake show is real." .”

Mu Shihai: ... spit out the egg tart!

After drinking the granule, Xu Chichuan handed him a big white rabbit toffee: "As soon as Lu Miao said to go to the fireworks show on Christmas, Sister Jing and Brother Ran are also going, do you want to go?"

The toffee dilutes the taste of medicine in his mouth: "What about you?"

"You can go, at 08:30 in the evening, on Nanbin Road."

"it is good."

"Then call Ye Jing again?"

Mu Shihai squinted his eyes and saw that his heart was fluttering: "What, what's the matter? It's okay if you don't bark."

"Cub," Xu Chichuan whimpered, and a piece of flesh was pinched by Mu Shihai on the back of his neck: "I've failed my studies."

Little scoundrel, it's no wonder Ye Jing didn't make Lu Miao go crazy.

Among all the months, Xu Chichuan dislikes November and December the least, but it's not because there is no holiday, it's purely because of the cold.

Jiang Gong's winter is very wet and damp. No matter how long the clothes are hung on the balcony, they will be moist, like cotton soaked in water, flat and soft, and it will always look like "the cloth quilt has been cold for many years like iron" when worn on the body. illusion.Moreover, there are at least 20 days of rainy and foggy days in a month, and there is no distinction between humans and animals ten meters away.Every year after the winter has completely entered, I will catch a cold once a year. The time varies from five to seven days, depending on fate.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Interrupting the Chinese teacher for the sixth time, Xu Chichuan was embarrassed to blow his nose, and the tip of his nose had been wiped red with paper.After class, Zhong Min walked towards him and touched his forehead with one hand: "It's getting colder every day recently, you have to keep warm, and you need to take medicine when you're sick, you can't procrastinate."

"I know, Axio! I know, thank you Teacher Zhong."

But he complained endlessly in his heart, he almost ate the medicine for three meals a day!The tongue is bitter, and nothing tastes good.No, he can't eat anything else either, Xu Youhua has boiled porridge for him for three days, if he bears it any longer, he will be healed soon.

Lie on the table listlessly, with his and Mu Shihai's two school uniforms resting on his head, and Mu Shihai's windbreaker on his body—Master Mu specially brought it from home.In a daze, a hand was touching his head, and when he raised his head, the figure in front of him was dizzy, and the familiar smell of anti-virus granules rushed to the top of the sky, and the feeling of nausea and nausea followed in an instant.

"vomit!"

"Don't vomit, drink even if you vomit," Mu Shihai said coldly like an executioner, "vomit after drinking."

"No," Xu Chichuan turned his head away, "Don't drink."

"obedient."

"No, you'll be fine after seven days," Mu Shihai looked so confident that he wanted to beat him up: "This is the experience of the past 15 years, we have to believe in science."

"You don't have to drink it." Mu Shihai clenched his molars, and smiled subtly: "Return the box of chocolates I gave you last week."

The cannibal had a short mouth and drank the medicine in one gulp. Xu Chichuan angrily pushed away the cup, turned his back to him and went back to sleep.The next class is physical education. It is raining outside and I can't go out, so I can only study by myself in the classroom.Tao Yiming stood on the podium and waved to him: "I'm going to the meeting, come up to study by myself."

"Sister Jing," Mu Shihai turned around and knocked on Huang Jing's desk, then pointed at Xu Chichuan who was already asleep: "Please, go up and guard for me."

Huang Jing readily agreed: "Okay."

Xu Chichuan was in a deep sleep, and the bell rang after class without waking him up. As soon as Lu Miao wanted to touch his forehead to see if he had a fever, his hand was grabbed: "What are you doing? Don't disturb him."

"Hiss, it hurts, take it easy, I'll check if he has a fever, if he doesn't have a fever, he's almost healed."

Mu Shihai's face was heavy: "What do you mean?"

"Xiao Chuan'er catches a cold every year after winter," Lu Miaoyi explained: "First, the tonsils become inflamed, then a fever starts, and then a runny nose and sneezing. It's no big deal if the fever subsides. It won't last more than seven days, so be sure."

"Every year?"

"It's like this every year. He is afraid of the cold, and his hands and feet are cold in winter. It has been slightly better in recent years, and it was worse before."

"Can't it be cured all at once?"

Lu Miao shook her head: "The doctor said it's a physical problem. Immunity decreases in winter. There is no other way but to exercise more."

While talking, Xu Chichuan woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Lu Miao's bitter and bitter face: "...Why are you here if you don't go to eat?"

"Poor kid," Lu Miao patted his head, "Tell Dad what you want to eat, and Dad will buy it for you."

"I can't eat it," Xu Chichuan pointed at the door weakly, and he really didn't have the energy to scold him for taking advantage of him: "Go aside."

"You go and eat," Mu Shihai said: I will guard him. "

Xu Chichuan fell into a drowsy sleep again, half asleep and half awake, feeling like he had fallen into an ice cellar surrounded by a stove, hot and cold, a layer of greasy sweat appeared on his palms and forehead, his mouth was dry but he couldn't speak, and suddenly Falling into a boiling spring, there was a burst of coolness on the forehead and lips at the same time.

"Well," he grabbed the arm that led him to find the water, and smelled the familiar scent of woody incense and lavender in a daze: "Brother..."

"Well," those hands gently rubbed his hair: "Brother is here, go to sleep."