She has little monsters in her pencil case

After saying this, Sang Wan realized something was wrong.

She clicked her tongue and regretted inwardly, she blamed the little monster for calling too much "A Liang" and dragging her in!

At this moment, Sang Wan felt awkward, so she could only try to save her clumsily.

She smiled stiffly, and said to Liang Bing who turned to look at her.

"A Liang... Doesn't this nickname sound nice? Can I call you that?"

After a moment of silence, she spoke again, still smiling stiffly, "Why don't you call me Wanwan too?"

Liang Bing didn't quite understand what this person was doing, but there was no reason to refuse the sudden closeness.

The corners of her lips were filled with joy, she put down the book in her hand and looked at Sang Wan with a lingering smile in her tone.

"So, what's going on tonight?"

This person accepted it quite quickly.

Sang Wan couldn't help but swallowed a bit before regaining her composure, and said her request.

"Well, you heard it just now, I may not be able to finish the blackboard newspaper by myself, can you help me?"

After finishing speaking, Sang Wan added another sentence.

"Just write some words, and I can probably finish it in a little time in the last class of evening self-study."

"it is good."

Almost at the moment when Sang Wan's voice fell, Liang Bing's answer came out, very crisp.

Sang Wan really didn't expect this man to agree so easily.

On the contrary, the little bitch in the pencil case was very proud.

[Look, let me just say it, our A Liang is very helpful! 】

In short, Liang Bing's promise was a good start, and Sang Wan's blackboard assignment was finalized with one blow.

Because the newspaper review came in a hurry and the workload was heavy, Sang Wan and Liang Bing used the last class of the evening self-study to plan the newspaper.

After finalizing the task, Sang Wan draws and writes with Liang Bing, and the division of labor is quite clear.

But estimates are estimates after all, and there will always be some discrepancies with reality.

It was originally a task that was expected to be completed in one class, but because of some small mistakes in the middle, there was still a little left in the end.

Sang Wan felt very sorry for wasting Liang Xueba's class, so let's not let him go after school.

With the chalk in her hand, Sang Wan looked back at the students who were packing up and preparing to leave, and said apologetically to Liang Bing.

"Why don't you go first, anyway, there is only a little left, I can do it myself."

When she said this, Liang Bing was seriously copying the article, and when she heard the words, she rejected her lightly.

"Our handwriting is different, and you also said that there is only a little left anyway, so you might as well finish everything before leaving."

"Wanwan, haven't you finished the blackboard yet? Need help?"

"Ah, no, it will be fine soon, you go first."

Sang Wan turned her head to answer Zhang Qiyu's kind inquiry, and took the time to say goodbye to her friends.

She never liked to trouble others, but she never expected to trouble Liang Bing again and again in the past two days.

Thinking of this, she looked at Liang Bing apologetically.

"I'm really sorry to trouble you again."

"It's nothing."

Liang Bing shook his head.

When the students go to school, they step on the dots, but when they leave school, they run fast.

In less than 5 minutes, the classroom was completely evacuated, leaving only Sang Wan and Liang Bing in the room.

At this moment, Liang Bing finished writing, and when she was done, she took a few steps back and took a look, thinking that it was all right.

Then he accidentally saw Sang Wan who was painting.

I have to say that the head teacher's decision to let Sang Wan serve as the art committee member was quite correct.

Sang's painting skills are really good, and he can outline a picture with only a few strokes, which is vivid and vivid.

Liang Bing originally had unusual feelings for him, but now he thinks this person is even more good.

She simply folded her arms and leaned against the table not far behind her, just looking at the serious person like this, and it took a long while to break the silence.

"You're good at drawing."

Sang Wan didn't look back when she heard the words, but just focused on the painting in her hand, and answered with a smile.

"My previous dream was to be a little painter."

Getting along with Sang Wan is really a very comfortable thing. She is a suitable and gentle listener, and she will make some jokes appropriately so as not to embarrass others.

Liang Bing was obviously very interested in her experience, leaning on the table and looking at her, asked.

"Then why don't you continue studying now?"

"There are various reasons."

Sang Wan smiled, "Maybe I'm not suitable for painting."

What she said was that she was not suitable for painting, not that painting was not suitable for her.

So the reason for giving up is not that she doesn't like it anymore, on the contrary, she likes it very much, but she just has to give up.

To talk about the reason, it probably involved Sang Wan's family.

When Sang Wan was young, she was about twelve or thirteen years old, and she was still in the sixth grade of elementary school.

Her father had an affair and was caught by Sang Wan's mother.

I heard that the scene at that time was very noisy and ugly, and my mother didn't save my father any face.

After that day, Sang Wan's mother, who had always been a full-time mother, resolutely chose to divorce, and resolutely chose to take Sang Wan away.

Because she thought that the man who cheated could not take good care of her daughter.

Sang Wan was young at that time, so she couldn't figure out how two people who were so loving before could have such a trouble.

I don't even understand how the person whose mother gave up her career and returned to her family for him became like that.

But then mother took her hand and told her not to be afraid.

Mom said that love is actually a beautiful thing, but she didn't choose the right person.

And the father who lost face after that day was very angry and heartless.

Except for the necessary child support, he will not give any more, and he will never come to see Sang Wan.

At that time, the situation was difficult, and it was difficult for Sang Wan's mother, who had a child, to find a job that could take care of the family.

At the most difficult time, the mother and daughter only had five yuan in their pockets.

From then on, father became just a simple noun in Sang Wan's life, nothing else.

Since then, the young Sang Wan has been very obedient and sensible, never making trouble, and helping her mother with work.

The mother and daughter have done everything, set up a stall to sell jewelry, and survived the early morning doing handwork.

Sometimes my mother is too busy, and the teenager Sang Wan cooks.

It was really hard during that time, but fortunately, my mother's embroidery was affirmed later, and I received a big order.

Then I finally owned a small shop of my own, and it has been better until now, and the family started a handkerchief business.

This is probably the reason why Sang has a lot of things in the party.

But it is a pity that she gave up her painting.

Sang Wan is a single-parent family. In fact, close friends also know about it, but no one knows the specific experience.

Sang Wan never told anyone about it, and there was no need to talk about the past.

She has just been living gently and tenaciously, generous and cheerful, full of hope for life, and has not lost her yearning for love.

He's a nice person, and he looks like a nice guy.

At this point in Sang Wan's story, the painting in her hand is basically finished.

It is a stick figure drawn with colored chalks, which looks lively and attractive.

After finishing the painting, Sang Wan took a few steps back to Liang Bing's side, carefully looked at the layout of the newspaper, and thought it was okay.

It just so happened that her cheeks were itching slightly at this moment, so she rubbed her hand, then turned to ask Liang Bing.

"what do you think?"

The movement of rubbing the face is subconscious.

Sang Wan completely forgot that she had just finished painting, and her hands were covered with chalk dust.

She rubbed and rubbed it just now, and directly smeared a dollop of colorful colors on her cheeks, looking like a little cat who mischievously knocked over the paint tray at home.

The moment Sang Wan turned around, Liang Bing just saw this scene, slightly surprised and raised his hand to point to Sang Wan's cheek.

"what."

Sang Wan was baffled by her surprise, her eyes were full of puzzlement.

"What's wrong? Oh."

After seeing Liang Bing's movements, she realized that there might be something on her face, subconsciously, she raised her hand and wiped it on her face, trying to wipe off the dirt.

Doesn't this make her face more embarrassing?

Simply, the moment Sang Wan's hand was about to touch her cheek, she was stopped by someone.

It was Liang Bing who was standing next to her with sharp eyes and quick hands, and grabbed Sang Wan's slender wrist to stop her.

Liang Bing sighed, "Your hands are covered with chalk dust."

"Oh! I forgot."

Only then did Sang Wan come to her senses, and she just said in passing, "Then wipe it off for me."

In fact, it was just a small request casually made by the other party, but Liang Bing hesitated and hesitated for a long time before making a decision.

This is not too abrupt.

she thinks.

Thinking of this, Liang Bing also let go of his right hand holding Sang Wan's wrist, and slowly raised his finger towards the man's face.

So the temperature and touch of that person entered into the fingertips.

The opponent's cheeks were as soft as cotton candy, Liang Bing didn't even dare to use force.

Just bit by bit, cautiously, hiding thousands of tenderness and carefulness, she helped Sang Wan wipe off the chalk dust from her face with her fingertips.

But Sang Wan didn't understand her thoughts at all, and Sang Wan, who was in a hurry to complete the task and go home, just felt that this person was so slow.

It took a long time to complete such a simple thing as wiping your face.

So Sang Wan, who was careless in a certain way, didn't think much about it, and took action on her own initiative.

He actually moved a little, and rubbed his cheek against Liang Bing's palm, trying to wipe off the dirt.

When she came, the touch was slightly itchy, lingering in the palm of her hand, like a clingy meow, milky and cute.

Liang Bing suddenly took a deep breath.

After feeling the shallow rubbing from that person acting like a baby, his fingers stiffened for a moment, and then he retracted them immediately, as if he had been scalded.

Sang Wan didn't think there was anything wrong, she was taken aback when she saw the actions of her deskmate.

Then he couldn't help smiling, thinking that this person was still so shy.

He just wanted to tease her.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

This city is always rainy and occasionally accompanied by thunder. In fact, everyone often experiences the strange weather.

But the sudden attack still catches people off guard.

At this moment, at this moment.

Just when Sang Wan was about to start teasing Liang Bing.

No one expected that lightning suddenly struck outside the house, and after a moment's pause, there was a violent bang, shocking the sky.

Followed by heavy rain.

Then the lights in the classroom flickered, playing its last role in this life.

The classroom was instantly plunged into darkness.

Seeing this accident, the little monster who had been lying quietly on the table let out an exclamation and whistled extremely excitedly.

[The night is dark and the wind is high, so beautiful! 】