gentle fairy tale

Soon, winter is here.

After the final exam, Teacher Qin informed that according to the school’s requirements, a class meeting would be held for the students, the grades would be announced, certificates of merit would be issued, and then the students would be allowed to go out and wait. Parents would sit in their children’s seats and hold a parent meeting.

Yu Mian told Pei Songxi about this at night: "Aunt Pei, if you're too busy...you can ask Sister Wei Yi to go."

Pei Songxi was combing her hair. After eating sesame seeds and black beans for half a year, it seemed to have some effect. The child's soft hair became black and had a little hardness: "Yes."

Yu Mian wrinkled her nose, hey, Aunt Pei really doesn't have time to go...

On that day, when she jumped off the table after breakfast in the living room, she was still trying to smile: "Aunt Pei, I'm leaving first."

Wei Yi was already waiting outside in the car, and honked the horn twice to remind her that it was time.

Pei Songxi nodded lightly, put down his chopsticks, and picked up a beige coat with a white turtleneck sweater and a light coffee-colored skirt: "It's just right, I'm on my way."

Yu Mian let out an oh, and walked out obediently.

Sitting in the car, Wei Yi asked her: "Did Mianmian do well in the exam?"

At first Wei Yi called her Miss Yu, but Yu Mian didn't like this title, so she also called her Mianmian.The relationship between the two is very good, Yu Mian likes her very much, fearing that Pei Songxi won't be free to go to the parent-teacher meeting these days, she made an appointment with Wei Yi in advance.

Yu Mian nodded, smiling: "Not bad."

The place where I live is not far from the school, and I will arrive soon.

Wei Yi got out of the car first, walked around to open the door, took Yu Mian out of the car, then got into the car again, and waved to her: "Mianmian, see you next time."

Yu Mian blinked: "Ah..."

Didn't you agree that sister Wei Yi will come to her parent meeting?

"Still going in?"

"Are you going in with me?"

Pei Songxi bent her lips, and smiled lightly in her flat lake-like eyes. She picked her up and walked to the school: "Don't you want me to attend your parent meeting?"

He clearly saw her write this line on the Chinese book, but he didn't wait for the little girl to say it herself.

Yu Mian leaned on her shoulder: "Think about it! But you've been so busy lately...you've been sleeping late."

Pei Songxi felt sorry for her cuteness and early wisdom, and patted her on the shoulder: "Well, I'm not busy today."

When she got outside the classroom, Yu Mian jumped out of her arms and ran into the classroom stepping on the bell.Her seat was by the window, and the glass was parted a crack, and she waved at her, smiling broadly.

The winter sun is warm and clean. There are two rows of ginkgo trees planted on the campus path. The golden leaves are shining brightly in the sun. Pei Songxi raised his head slightly and watched the sunlight penetrate the leaves, and the light and shadow danced gently.

The sun like broken gold fell, and it was coated with a warm and delicate halo. The soft and clean beige coat suits her very well, and the skirt is gently blown by the breeze. Her face is cold and indifferent, but there is a kind of love. Gentle like still water.

Yu Mian has always been a good student and listens to the teacher the most, but today she can't help but look out the window.

Fortunately, the results of the students were announced soon.

Yu Mian quickly rushed out, dragging Pei Songxi to the classroom: "I'll sit here, Aunt Pei."

Pei Songxi touched her broken hair: "Got it. Go out and wait for me."

Yu Mian nodded obediently, and was led out by Xu Xiaoyan.

With a lollipop stuffed in Xu Xiaoyan's mouth, she spoke vaguely: "Would you like to go out to play together tomorrow, Mianmian?"

Yu Mian was absent-minded, thought for a while, and simply ran back to the window sill outside the classroom, because it was not high enough, she simply stood on tiptoe.

The window was closed at some point. She looked in through the glass and saw Pei Songxi lowering her head slightly, looking at her report card.

Sitting in the classroom, Pei Songxi was sitting in front of a small desk, seeing the full marks in the column after column of grade subjects, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and when he raised his head, he saw a pair of black grape-like eyes reflected on the glass, bright and bright. Smart.

Yu Mian was too close, let out a light breath, and the glass was covered with a layer of white mist.

She wiped it off with the back of her hand, eyes bent like the moon in the sky, looking at her and smiling.

Pei Songxi couldn't help smiling, waved at her, and told her to go out and wait, just in time for the teacher's roll call, but she didn't hear it until Xu Xiaoyan's mother, Zhao Ruo, knocked on her table: "The teacher is calling you."

Only then did Pei Songxi stand up, her voice clear and clean: "I am... Yu Mian's parent."

The teacher was also taken aback for a moment, but she didn't expect Yu Mian's parent to be a young and beautiful woman: "Oh...it's Yu Mian's mother...sister, right?"

The parents at the front table joked: "How come the parents' meeting, even my sister can come... If I had known earlier, I would have asked my daughter to come, and let me waste a day of annual leave."

Pei Songxi nodded lightly, and didn't take this sentence to heart. He couldn't help laughing after listening to what the teacher said. It turned out that Teacher Qin felt that Yu Mian was too serious and strict, and wanted to ask the parents to pay attention to let the children relax.

Pei Songxi has never asked for Yu Mian's study, and being a happy person is more important.

After the teacher finished talking about each student's situation, an hour had passed before the parent-teacher meeting ended.

As a group of parents walked out of the classroom, Pei Songxi saw Yu Mian standing under the ginkgo tree, picking up leaves with Xu Xiaoyan, she walked over with a smile: "Mian Mian."

Yu Mian immediately raised her head and ran towards her: "Aunt Pei!"

"It's over, do you want to go out and eat delicious food?"

"Just go home! By the way, let's take a photo!"

She took out the camera from her schoolbag. It was a small gift that Pei Songxi bought her not long ago. It was the first time she used it today. She ran over and handed the camera to Zhao Ruo: "Aunt Zhao, can you take a photo for us?"

Zhao Ruo took it, but was snatched by Xu Xiaoyan. She volunteered: "I will come, I will come, I will come. Wait for me! Mom, can you teach me how to use the camera?"

Pei Songxi nodded gently, and the two stood under the ginkgo tree waiting for Xu Xiaoyan to fumble for the camera button.

She lowered her head and touched the top of Yu Mian's hair: "Where do you want to go during the winter vacation?"

Yu Mian raised her head, held up a leaf to her, and said with a smile: "It's fine at home. This leaf looks good, how about I give it to you?"

Warm and clear winter sunshine, brilliant and beautiful ginkgo leaves.

The breeze rustled, and their shadows were elongated by the sun.

She lowered her eyes and looked at her with a smile: "OK."

With a click, the shutter is pressed.

The picture freezes at this moment.

Xu Xiaoyan recorded this scene with a camera, but Zhao Ruo was dissatisfied: "Oh! They didn't let them move!"

"No need! It looks good this way, and I took the best pictures! Mianmian, right?"

Yu Mian ran over to look at the camera, very satisfied, and when the photos were developed later, she would also like it very much.

She was in the living room, lying on the coffee table, drawing with a watercolor pen on the back of the photo, a small ginkgo leaf, and a cartoon smiling face.

"Okay, Aunt Pei! This is our first photo!"

Pei Songxi hummed, and helped her paste the photo on the photo wall: "Well, I will take one every year from now on."

"Oh, I forgot to write, and I will forget when this was taken in the future."

Pei Songxi picked her up and took a piece of note paper: "Write on the side."

Yu Mian held the pen, and the handwriting was immature and cute: The first parents' meeting.

This is the time that flows silently and belongs to them.