Warm and respectful people

The sun was quite bright on Saturday morning, and the edge of the beige curtains showed some light, and the bedroom was quiet.

Xia Wen suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

Her ankle healed very quickly. The injury was not serious at the time, and the child was growing again, and she was able to jump and dance within a few days.

After washing and dressing, she took the key and put on her shoes and went downstairs to buy breakfast for two. Xia Wen sat at the table and obediently ate a vegetable bun and a meat bun, and drank a glass of fresh milk.

Go back to the bedroom and pack up my schoolbag, a few sketchbooks and a pencil case that is so full that it is about to explode, and zip up the big pocket. There are not as many things as usual in class. The big pink schoolbag is neatly shaped, and it is carried on the shoulders There was a clatter.

When she went out, she yelled to the master bedroom: "Dad, I'm going to class."

This is going to a sketch class in an art tutoring class in the city center.

There were not too many people on the bus on the weekend, Xia Wen picked up the bus card hanging around his neck, swiped it with a "di—" and sat down at the first seat in the back row against the wall, took down the big schoolbag and put it on himself on the knee.

The warm autumn sun shone in, and the little girl's face, which could barely see the pores, was smudged with a layer of light, and the tiny fluff was clearly visible.

She took out a palm-sized shorthand notebook from her schoolbag, and holding a pencil, she drew and drew on the scenery outside the window.

About 20 minutes later, the bus arrived at the station.

Xia Wen walked into an office building familiarly, and pressed the elevator on the ninth floor.

The elevator door opened, and the seemingly gloomy and quiet building suddenly became full of people. This floor is full of remedial classes of various categories, and the most crowded on weekends.

Most of them are accompanied by parents, and the small space is crowded with people who keep entering, and it is instantly blocked.

Xia Wen was a small person, and she walked through the crowd to her own classroom, and rushed forward with her head buried.

Before rushing in, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a somewhat special person from the corner of his eye.

She seemed to see Shen Xueyu's figure among a group of middle-aged women.

Could it be that I have been thinking about her too many times these days and have hallucinations.After all, how could Shen Xueyu, who is like a banished fairy, appear in such a secular place?

She stopped, leaned back, and glanced at the seat in the lobby of a remedial class next to her.

Huh!It was really Shen Xueyu.

The long leather sofa in the remedial class lobby was full of accompanying parents. Most of these mothers had curly hair permed, red lips, or rose red dresses.

Shen Xueyu looked out of place in a beige sweater and blue jeans.

Shen An'an said that her sister is a super invincible college bully, does the bully also come to make up lessons?

She glanced at the watch on her wrist, there are still 10 minutes before class, do you want to go over and say hello?

Will it make the other party unhappy?

But after all, she has helped herself, so she should take the initiative to say hello.Xia Wen convinced himself so.

Then she walked over holding the shoulder strap of her schoolbag.

Shen Xueyu was looking at the original English magazine on her mobile phone, and then a pair of white sneakers stood in front of her. She looked up and saw Xia Wen's big eyes staring at her.

"Hi sister." Xia Wen greeted.

"Are you here too?" Shen Xueyu asked.

Xia Wen nodded and pointed to his classroom: "I'm here for sketching class."

Shen Xueyu nodded, not intending to ask any more questions.

Xia Wen licked his lower lip and asked, "Sister also comes to class?"

Shen Xueyu moved the phone away: "It's Shen An'an who came to the composition class."

The task Wang Yi taught Shen Xueyu failed in the end. Shen An'an really needed a better teacher, so she enrolled Shen An'an in a composition tutoring class, and today was the first time she was sent here.

Shen Anan came to the composition class?

Xia Wen walked a few steps to a nearby classroom where classes had already started, tiptoed to explore inside, and sure enough found the sleepy Shen An'an in the crowd.

"Why did she come to the composition class?" Xia Wen asked.As far as she knew, Shen An'an was the one who bothered writing essays the most.

Shen Xueyu: "Her composition is terrible, especially the diary for these few weeks."

Xia Wen was stunned for a moment: "..."

He scratched his forehead uneasily.

Shen Xueyu seemed to be quite annoyed by Shen An'an, and asked casually: "You should be better at writing than her, right?"

Xia Wen seemed to be hit, pinching the fingertips of his left hand with his right hand, and nodded vaguely: "It's okay, it's okay."

Then he got into the class next to him without hesitation: "Sister, I'm going to class."

After sitting in the classroom, before she could put down her schoolbag, she rested her chin on the edge of the table and gasped for breath.

I almost exposed myself, which is really dangerous.

Art class is Xia Wen's absolute field, it can be described as like a fish in water.The teacher just finished explaining the drawing method of perspective, let the students do it by themselves.

When the slender female teacher visited Xia Wen, she nodded with satisfaction: "There are indeed some students in our class who are very talented, and they will be able to teach them once they are taught."

Xia Wen likes things that can be seen and touched with warmth, such as an apple against the light, a static sculpture, when the eyes see it, he makes a layout in his heart, and then draws it on paper.

This is not a difficult thing for her.On the contrary, the change of two chemical substances under a complete reaction, the speed of a small ball when it is moving at a variable speed, and so on, are things that she can't think of even if she bites the pen.

The one-hour sketching class passed quickly.There was no bell for the remedial class, and the teacher said that after school, the students filed out.

Xia Yuan is going to the city to attend a teaching and research meeting today, and at noon, she plans to have a meal of her favorite ramen at a nearby shopping mall.

When she packed her schoolbag and went out, she was hugged by Shen An'an.

"Wen Wen, you don't know how miserable I am. The teacher actually assigned me to write two essays a week. I don't want to live anymore."

Shen Anan's howling ghosts and wolves were not noticed even on the crowded ninth floor.

Shen Xueyu stood aside with Shen Anan's schoolbag and waited.

Xia Wen asked her softly: "What's the matter with you and your sister?" It seemed that Shen An'an was angry with Shen Xueyu.

This sentence seems to have pierced the hornet's nest.Xia Wen originally wanted to be a whisper between the two of them, but Shen An'an said it out loud.

"It's all my sister, who insisted on enrolling me in classes, and my mother arranged to come over and watch me in class, saying that she was afraid that I would slip out to play."

Xia Wen understood: "Your mother understands you quite well."

Shen Anan cast her a sharp look, hooked his arms around Xia Wen's neck, and asked sullenly, "Are you still my friend?"

The murderous intent is very strong.

Out of an instinctive desire to escape, Xia Wen ran behind Shen Xueyu after breaking free, and stuck to her back: "Sister, save me."

The familiar clear fragrance poured into the nostrils, and Xia Wen lost his mind for a moment.

Shen Xueyu stopped the crazy Shen Anan: "The elevator is empty, let's go out for dinner."

During the lunch rush hour, most of the innumerable restaurants in the shopping mall had long queues, and the last three people chose a western restaurant that still had vacancies.

The environment of the restaurant is very good, spacious and elegant, and there are not too many people. Compared with the long queue at the entrance of the hot pot restaurant next door, it is like a paradise.

Xia Wen erected the menu, but was still shocked by the unit price.

She leaned over to Shen An'an: "A salad is my food expenses for a day, and how many sketchbooks can I buy for a steak."

The little girl's conversion equation is simple and crude.

Shen Anan glanced at her: "Don't always forget my identity as a rich second generation." Then she pointed to her sister and said, "She must be paying the bill today."

Shen Xueyu called the waiter to point to the menu and said, "I want a steak, a Hawaiian pizza, a seafood baked rice, and a salad."

Turning to Xia Wen, "What else do you want to eat?"

Xia Wen looked at the menu: "Hmm...potato and beef curry is ready."

Shen Xueyu cut the slave steak into small pieces and put them on the plates of the two children opposite.

Shen An'an's fork poking against the white porcelain plate made a piercing sound, which made people's skin crawl.

She took a bite of the tender and juicy beef, and stared at Shen Xueyu very unhappy: "It's all about you, who turned my happy Saturday into hell!"

Shen Xueyu calmly scooped up the baked rice with a round spoon, and said, "Who made your composition so bad."

Just as Shen Anan wanted to refute, Xia Wen was afraid that she would say something, so he stuffed a bunch of green vegetables into her mouth.

On the way, Xia Wen took Shen An'an to the bathroom, and when he pulled the door out to wash his hands in front of the large sink, Xia Wen said, "Does your family think you wrote the diary yourself?"

Shen An'an didn't understand why, but she nodded honestly: "Let me tell you, if my mother finds out that my homework is written by someone else, she will really beat me."

Xia Wen breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "I think your mother is really pretty good."

Shen Anan: "Huh???"

When the two came out again, there was one more person beside Shen Xueyu's seat.

Shen Anan walked over enthusiastically: "Sister Nian, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Jiang Nian smiled at her: "I miss An An very much too."

Jiang Nian, who was not wearing a school uniform, wore a long-sleeved dress, and she looked intellectual and elegant. Sitting next to Shen Xueyu, there was an indescribable fit.

Jiang Nian saw Xia Wen: "This is not the little girl I met in the office last time."

Xia Wen was a little embarrassed when the embarrassing incident was mentioned, but she nodded obediently: "Hello, sister."

A lunch for three becomes a dinner for four.Mainly Jiang Nian was responsible for bringing up the topic, Shen Xueyu would occasionally respond with a few words, and Shen Anan was in a much happier mood.

Xia Wen lowered his head and stuffed the food into his mouth, there was almost no room for interjection.

The originally pleasant meal ended up being like sitting on pins and needles. After finally finishing the meal, the four of them walked to the elevator in the middle of the mall.

The glass sightseeing elevator was empty when they came up, so they walked in and pressed the button for the first floor.

Shen An'an leaned on the railing and looked down at the special booth set up in the empty space in the middle of the first floor, where balloons of various colors were stacked together.

She leaned on one side wearily and said: "Today, the composition teacher assigned me a travelogue to write. Should I write a one-day tour for the remedial class?"

As if thinking of something, her eyes suddenly lit up: "Sister, Sister Nian, let's go to the amusement park!"

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I will update first if there is something tonight~~~~