Xia Chang

Zhang Qi was standing next to the car wearing sunglasses, her cheeks were reflected by the beautiful sunset in this evening, her hair was tied up randomly, and she was wearing a sky blue skirt with suspenders; she was not fair, but a shiny body , fine and well-proportioned wheat color.

Zhang Nian came from not far away, he seemed to have grown taller and taller during the five days we hadn't seen each other, Zhang Qi had to look up in surprise.

She smiled at Zhang Nian and complained to him: "What are you dawdling about?"

"I forgot to bring my mobile phone, go back and get it."

When school was over, there were crowds of vehicles and people in front of the school gate. Zhang Nian's hair was dripping with sweat. He walked in a hurry. The first moment he got into the car, he swallowed a big mouthful of water from his glass.

"No patrol this week?" Zhang Nian asked.

Zhang Qi pulled the seat belt in front of her, and she threw the sunglasses on the co-pilot's seat; her lips are pink today, more gentle and bright than when they met last time.

She said: "Director Zhao's family went to the film festival, and some actors in the group also went. Ms. Xia heard that I was free today, so she called immediately and said to pick up our little one."

"You are young."

Zhang Nian didn't look up and down, he leaned on the back of the car seat, watching the news that kept popping up on the phone screen; after the monthly exam, Zhang Nian became even busier. Played at the graduation ceremony of the grade.

Zhang Nian is the head of the group, he also plays the clarinet and the piano.

In the past, these were not what Zhang Nian single-mindedly liked, but after all he had acquired proficient skills through self-discipline; Xia Honglin has never forced him in the choice of hobbies, nor has he ever forced Zhang Qi.

Surprisingly, in this family, sometimes the elders are braver and more open-minded than the younger ones. Both Zhang Chengwei and Xia Honglin are uncompromising people in their careers. A world wider than others.

Therefore, Zhang Qi and Zhang Nian's life was meticulous and free since they were young. They didn't need to worry about resources and the stage, and lived an upright, ethereal and quiet life. They were protected by the environment, and they grew up very dazzlingly and rapidly.

Zhang Qi didn't drive home. She took Zhang Nian around a long way to eat Hunan cuisine that he had heard about for a long time. There were light red and yellow lights in the restaurant, and the light shone on Zhang Nian's straight back. Zhang Qi behind him: "What did you do wrong?"

Before the two of them were seated, the restaurant wasn't exactly noisy, but it wasn't deserted either. After being surprised, Zhang Qi suddenly approached, smiled, and said, "You have such a good memory?"

"A classmate in our grade, whose father was arrested this week, is a director," Zhang Nian said, and sat down in a wooden chair. He looked at the exquisite celadon tableware on the table, took a deep breath, and said, "I don't have enough inspiration, so I'm skating... The way you looked last time is almost the same as him."

"Which director?" Zhang Qi suddenly became concerned about others, her gaze was on Zhang Nian's face, and she concentrated, wanting to listen.

Zhang Nian shook his head and said, "You don't know him."

"That's okay... I'm not talking about that kind of wrong thing. I don't know how to explain it. Don't worry if you won't go to jail anyway. Besides, I'm not... haven't done it yet..."

Zhang Qi's voice became softer and softer, and her pouty lips were inadvertently flattened. Then, she smiled with difficulty and shrugged.

Zhang Nian didn't plan to say anything more, he knew that Zhang Qi was self-reliant and self-willed, in fact everyone in the family was like this, Zhang Chengwei and Xia Honglin were like that, so was Zhang Nian.

"I won't do it, I'm not a bad person." Zhang Qi opened his eyes again, she seemed to be awakened from some extravagant hope, and shook her head firmly.

Zhang Nian clearly noticed that her eyes turned red in an instant, not because of the light, because there was already water hanging from Zhang Qi's eye sockets.

"Order, order." Zhang Qi raised his wrist to cover his face, turned around and brought the heavy menu on the table, and handed it to Zhang Nian.

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Yang Lanfang has been recuperating at her daughter's home after the operation. She finally got rid of her violent daughter's hostility this day, and was taken home by Liu Xiaobai who was late from school.

Ribs and yam were cooked in a casserole. Liu Xiaobai was standing, cutting a piece of green lettuce. After much deliberation, he decided to ask, so he put down his knife, untied his apron, and went to the bedroom.

The sky was getting dark, the building was covered by the gorgeous sunset, and Yang Lanfang's bedroom was filled with beautiful light. She was sitting by the bed at this time, counting stacks of money of different denominations.

Liu Xiaobai stood by the door, he smiled, under a pair of big eyes, white lying silkworms were piled up, he was young and agile, and his words were like surging clear spring water.

"Grandma, what's wrong with my sister-in-law?"

"Arguing with your uncle...it's not your uncle's fault. Don't think about it. You think it's because they don't want me to live. Your aunt is getting old now and has a bad temper. I have a bad heart. I'd better come back to feel comfortable. As Yang Lanfang said, she stretched out her hand to catch Liu Xiaobai. She got her wish and saw him sitting by the bed, and continued, "I'm sick, I can't help you, and I don't know when I will die."

Suddenly, Liu Xiaobai felt something choked in his throat. He got up and turned on the overhead light, sat down by the bed again, glanced at the night that was flowing and still outside, and said: "Why don't you die, you It’s not terminally ill either, and now that they’ve all undergone surgery, they’ll be fine if they keep it.”

After thinking about it, he added: "It will be fine."

"Wait for Xiaobai to be admitted to university, and I will be blessed."

"Yeah." Liu Xiaobai nodded, said "I'm going to chop vegetables" and left. He stood in the middle of the kitchen, tears started to come out, and then fell down heavily; the phone rang suddenly, and Liu Xiaobai hurriedly turned to get it. While wiping the liquid from his face, he said to the other side: "Hey, what's the matter?"

"We need a poster for the performance of our symphony orchestra. I want to ask you, can you take an order? Don't worry, there is a reward, according to the market price."

Zhang Nian's voice was hidden under the gentle sound of the electric current, magnetic and mysterious, he didn't wait for Liu Xiaobai to calm down, and suddenly said: "This will be made a front page on the school's official website, and it will be posted offline—"

"Believe it or not, 80.00% of your symphony orchestras have studied art?" Liu Xiaobai tried his best to disguise the crying just now, and spoke crisply. He suddenly smiled and said, "I haven't studied it all day."

"They won't look for you if they can do it. Do you want to do it? If you don't do it, forget it."

Liu Xiaobai was really surprised. His skills in drawing comics were all self-conscious. He had never taken interest classes, let alone experienced much artistic influence. Zhang Nian never procrastinated, and he said over there: "Please don't If I move you, I will hang up."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Hearing the voice, Liu Xiaobai seemed about to fly in excitement. He stood on the balcony and looked out the window with a pair of red eyes.

He really smiled, and he didn't hide it at all. He was delighted to have a chance to show something that he didn't plan to pursue utilitarianism.

"You don't need too much money. I'll draw a picture for you to see. If it's possible, I'll give you a little bit." Liu Xiaobai changed his mind and asked curiously, "Then did you recommend me?"

"Yes."

"Why recommend me?"

"Where are there so many..." Zhang Nian coughed lightly, and said, "Specifically, make an appointment to meet and tell me that I have been busy rehearsing these two days, so I may not be free."

Liu Xiaobai turned around and came back. He went to the kitchen and turned down the heat of the ribs stewed. The steam from the casserole was fragrant, and the uncut green bamboo shoots on the cutting board were the same color as the flowering branches that grew in midsummer. .