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However, Yao An did not return the bag of candies to Yao Jianqi.

After all, even if Yao Jianqi's upper front teeth were well-groomed, but the lower teeth fell out smoothly.

This time I can't put my teeth under the bed, Yao An led Yao Jianqi, ran outside the room, took a small stone to demonstrate, centered on the shoulder, swung it around twice like a hot wheel, and threw it on the ground on the roof.

From the roof, the grievance of the disabled three-legged cat was slandered by innocent people.

"I'm sorry—" Yao An said to it, "I'll give you an extra meal tonight."

Yao Jianqi weighed two deciduous teeth in his hands, took out one first, took two steps back, and threw it as hard as he could.

I don't know where to fly.

Maybe it didn't hit the roof at all.

He was a little scared, afraid that his lower teeth would not grow high, so he handed the remaining one to Yao An.

Yao An picked it up with a smile in his hand, and threw it up as it was.

It seems to hear the small crisp sound of it knocking on the tiles, I don't know if it is an illusion.

"Don't worry, I will pick all the candy for you, and I will definitely return it to you when the teeth are good."

Yao An moved the sugar somewhere and stored it in the refrigerator, fearing that it would melt in the hot summer. God knows how hard he worked so hard to hold back the glutton in his stomach, not to sneak a bite.

He also didn't consider that Yao Jianqi's missing front teeth were just the beginning, and there would be side teeth, canine teeth, and big teeth in the future...

He only thought that sooner or later it would be replaced, and the shelf life was very long, and then they could always eat together.

Wynn came on a dripping evening.

There was heavy mist in the air, as if it had just rained, and he brought along the warmth and coolness of the bamboo forest.

Yao An solemnly handed over the composition paper and a large piece of watermelon to him.

Yan Huai'en smiled, shook a comic book under his arm, and said to bring it to Yao Jianqi.

He heard Yao An read it, and Yao Jianqi liked to draw something if he didn't like anything else.

"He's still taking a bath, I'll give it to him later."

The two of them sat together in the hall, gnawing watermelons in different postures facing the stamp-like sunset.

Yan Huai'en smacked out the melon seeds in small mouthfuls, spat out the melon seeds in the palm of his hand, and threw them into the trash can together later, while Yao An spit out every single seed far away, and finally burped with a sweet and greasy taste.

Grandma Yao came over with a stainless steel basin and put it between the two of them: "Wynn, eat more, there is still in the refrigerator."

Pointing to Yao An's forehead again: "You save yourself."

Yao An gritted his teeth, and picked up another slice. He had eaten frugally enough, and every time it was from the side of the melon, the flesh was a little white.

"Thank you grandma." Wynn sucked the food in his hand carefully. He couldn't eat too much, so he cherished this sweetness very much.

"Your brother isn't here yet?" The sun has fallen, and the red and blue are in the distance, and the sky at the end of summer is getting dark early.

"Don't worry, he takes a very slow bath." Yao An said normally.

Yao Jianqi, who took a bath very slowly, was wiping off the water stains on his body at a leisurely pace, just like when he was rinsing, without sparing any part of the surface.

He put on pure cotton short-sleeved trousers. He rubbed the previous clothes several times under the running water, and it took one wash to complete.

Even though Grandma Yao would pack their clothes later and throw them into the tub for beating together, he was still used to washing them first.

The pull pin at the door became much lighter after being oiled, and no longer needed to pull it out with effort. When Yao Jianqi stepped out of the toilet, Xia Ye's insect song was already playing.

Grandma Yao snatched the clothes he had changed into, and beckoned him to eat watermelon with his brothers in the lobby.

"Slow down." Grandma Yao shouted.

Yao Jianqi was patted with prickly heat powder a few times on his head, and his neck and collarbone were covered with snowflakes.

He dusted his way across the room to the lobby.

Yao An's chair was turned upside down, with the back of the chair facing forward, with his legs spread out, talking non-stop, and waving his arms around, but it was Yan Huai'en who saw him first.

Yan Huai'en smiled at Yao Jianqi in a friendly manner, treated him like a child, and waved.

Yao Jianqi pursed his lips and nodded, took two steps forward, and measured where he could sit within two steps.

"There's a small chair." Yao An saw him, pouted and pointed to the wall.

Yao Jianqi walked straight over, and the moment he picked it up, inexplicable hesitation crept into his palm.

It seems that it was not me who came here, but was cursed, and was called by different people along the way, until this moment I was a little dazed.

Some are too obedient.

Still so natural.

He put down his chair and planned to go back the same way.

"Why are you running, eat watermelon?"

Yao An grabbed him.

Seeing that he was silent, Yao An straightened the chair over while sighing, gave it to him, told him to sit down, and moved the smaller one to sit on.

"You can eat this piece, it's thinner." Yao An picked a piece for him, and still didn't forget to complain, "Grandma's cutting is barbaric, like chopping firewood."

Yao Jianqi pecked at it with his incomplete front teeth, the watermelon juice dripped out from the crack of his mouth, and it was about to drip onto the beige trouser legs, and was caught by the timely basin Yao An handed over.

Yao An's face was full of "I knew you would be like this", he shook his head, and put the basin on Yao Jianqi's lap.

After that, when he looked up, he found that Yan Huai'en was looking at him with great interest.

"What?" Yao An shrugged.

"You're pretty good at being an older brother." Yan Huai'en said.

"Me?" Yao An's expression was exaggerated, as if he couldn't bear the praise, "Come on."

I didn't even call my brother.

He glanced at Yao Jianqi, who seemed to have sensed it, and after spitting out a watermelon seed, he looked back at him with his usual expression.

Well, when I didn't say it.

No, when I didn't think about it.

"What did you play with him?" Yan Huai'en thought the two brothers' way of getting along was very interesting, so he couldn't help asking.

"He plays with his and I play with mine. Take him to buy ice cream every few days."

"To the entrance of the village?"

"Yep."

"Can you send me something then?"

"Okay, what are you sending?"

"It's nothing." Yan Huai'en wiped the watermelon juice from his mouth, "A letter."