not fierce

The second snowfall in Haowang Village this winter took two and a half days of uproar before it barely stopped.The whole village is like a vanilla cake covered with thick cream. It is soft and thick. The houses and trees are layered on top of each other, and the eyes are all white.

Mo Xiandi raised his head from his homework countless times and looked out the window longingly. Two birds were standing on a tree branch crushed by the snow, chirping and fighting, and finally——

"Crack", the branch broke, and the snow hit the ground and merged into the thicker snow layer.The two birds were frightened and stopped fighting, flapping their wings and hurriedly flying in different directions.

Mo Xian watched with relish, the cap of his pen was biting his mouth, the room was burning warmly, and the sound of the pen tip "shuoshuo" writing could be heard next to his ears, which was especially clear in the quiet morning.

He turned his head and saw that Xie Xunyang beside him was concentrating on writing an English composition.The slender and embellished English letters appeared coherently from the paper where the pen was written, smooth and coordinated, even more beautiful than what the teacher wrote.

The boy who wrote was sitting upright, keeping a reasonable distance from the desktop, with a focused and serious expression, and indifferent to everything that happened outside the window.His hair is longer, his bangs slightly cover his eyelids, making his nose look more straight, his side face has a superior and clear curve, his lips are thin and slightly pursed, exuding a cold and serious temperament.

The outside world is noisy, and you can faintly hear the sound of Mo's mother cooking with a spatula, and the sounds of Mo Yao sweeping snow while talking on the phone in the yard.But he was not disturbed in the slightest, he just concentrated on doing his own thing.

Nothing seemed to affect him.

Regardless of circumstances, he knows exactly what to do.

Maybe it was because the scorching gaze was too difficult to ignore. After writing a paragraph, Xie Xunyang put down his pen, turned around, and cast his eyes on Mo Xian's math paper.

An hour and a half passed, and the first side was still not finished.

"Do it quickly. I'm going to the city in the afternoon." Xie Xunyang tapped his paper.

"Going to Yucheng?" Mo Xian shifted his attention all of a sudden, and asked curiously, "What are you going to do?"

"Buy some practice questions."

"Still buying it? You can't finish what the school sent out..." Mo Xian muttered, but thinking of this person's frightening speed in completing the questions, he called him a monster in his heart.

"Do you want to go?" Xie Xunyang raised his eyebrows.

"I want to go, I want to go!" Mo Xian nodded hastily. Anyway, the other party buys the other party to do it. It's rare to enter the city, so of course he wants to go out to get some fresh air!

"Then write quickly."

Xie Xunyang saw that Mo Xian obediently began to bow his head to calculate the problem, the corners of his mouth curled up.Turn around and start to write the unfinished English composition again.

He really needs to pick some more exercises to do. The learning progress of the village primary school is too slow, which can no longer meet his speed.The topic of the English composition he is writing now is a competition topic this year, which was sent to him by a friend from the school before.

When he transferred to another school, the teachers and classmates in the original school were caught off guard and shocked.

A friend said that after he finished the questions, he would take photos and send them over. Teacher Wan, who led the English competition before, was willing to help him correct them.

The phone in his pocket vibrated several times, Xie Xunyang glanced at Mo Xian, saw that he was writing seriously, lowered his head and took it out to take a look.

It was that friend who sent the WeChat message.

[Crazy, just finished the final exam, and the competition class training is about to start again, and the finals of the National Primary School English Competition will only be in April, what are you in such a hurry for! "]

[Hahahaha, if you are not here this year, the number one must be mine! ! ! 】

【Fuck, what are you doing?Not replying to WeChat? 】

【You don't really want to come back, do you? 】

[The village chief gave you the land?Are you going to put down roots in the village? 】

[Thanks - Xun - Yang! ! ! 】

Xie Xunyang frowned because he thought it was noisy, so he replied 【. 】

[I'll go, your old phone still has power?I thought that with your bubbling frequency, you only charge your phone once a week! 】

[Stop talking nonsense.Take pictures of the exercise books and exam papers you will use next year. 】

Xie Xunyang entered.

Shang Jing's study progress is ahead of schedule. The top students in private schools like them will start to study the sixth grade courses next semester. When they are in the real sixth grade, they will mainly participate in various competitions and prepare for junior high school.

【Aren't you coming back during Chinese New Year?I will prepare a copy for you when I meet you! 】

New year.

Xie Xunyang's eyes darkened.

Chinese New Year is a day for family reunion, but he, where is his family.

The other party sent a bunch of messages one after another. Seeing that Xie Xunyang ignored him, he had to say again:

[OK, then give me an address.I will collect some more after the class starts in two days. There are probably quite a lot of materials, so I will send them to you. 】

【good.Hold on. 】

Xie Xunyang finally replied.

Putting down the phone, he turned around and asked, "If you want to receive the courier, what's the address?"

Mo Xian's pen cap was chewed and deformed, and he was talking about the last question of a big question. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and spat out the pen cap to answer: "Just fill in the canteen in front of the school for the address. The express delivery in the village is concentrated there. You Want to buy something? I will accompany you to pick it up then."

"Okay." Xie Xunyang confiscated the saliva-stained pen cap into his pocket, and lowered his head to type again.

[The address has been sent to you.

[Also, who said I won't participate this year? 】

There was a long silence on the other side.Then a long series of exclamation points came!

【! ! ! ! ! 】

[No, thank God, isn't the competition registration all reported by the school?Which village of yours still has places? 】

[Leave it alone.

【Go to class well. 】

[Second. 】

【…………………………】

With nothing in Mo Xian's mouth, it was hard to think.Flipping left and right, he took out another lollipop from nowhere and stuffed it into his mouth contentedly again.

When it was time for lunch, Mo Xian could barely write a math paper except that he couldn't write.

Growing up so big, it was the first time that Mo Xian did his homework outside the last week of the holiday. Xu Xin was so moved that he gave Xie Xunyang some food.

Xie Xunyang said that he wanted to go to the city in the afternoon.Xu Xin just took over a manual job some time ago, and the delivery will be delivered tomorrow, and she couldn’t leave today, and was in a dilemma, Mo Yao took the initiative: “Yiyi told me that there is a preschool education institution in the city that is recruiting, and I just want to Make an appointment today to go and have a look, and let the two of them follow me."

Mo Yao is currently studying as a kindergarten teacher in Fucheng. The school teaches piano, painting, dancing, and handicrafts. It happens to be a part-time job during the winter vacation to earn some extra money.

So in the afternoon, Mo Xian and Xie Xunyang got on the bus with Mo Yao.After arriving at the station, Mo Yao asked Xie Xunyang where he wanted to go. Xie Xunyang took out the navigation on his mobile phone and said politely: "Let's go to the Central Bookstore. It's a 16-minute walk from here. Just go there by yourself."

Mo Yao saw that Xie Xunyang was very experienced in identifying the way, and his demeanor was reassuring, and seeing that the destination was in the city center, there was no danger, so he stopped holding the two little guys and asked them to call him after they finished choosing the book.

Mo Xian didn't come to Fucheng many times, standing at the intersection of people and vehicles, he obediently grabbed the hem of the people around him.

Xie Xunyang was looking at the route displayed on his mobile phone, when he suddenly felt his hem sinking. When he looked down, he saw that Bai Nen's little hand was holding him tightly.

The child is wearing a set of creamy white hat and scarf knitted by Xu Xin himself today, and looks very good.Many passers-by turned to look at him.

Xie Xunyang memorized the route, put his phone in his pocket, and held him with his hands instead, and said slowly with a serious face on purpose: "Follow me, do you understand?"

Seeing Mo Xian nodding his head ignorantly, and looking over with trusting eyes, his eyes pierced, and his heart was suddenly filled with a sense of dependence.

He coughed lightly, this feeling that he had never felt before made him feel very novel, but he felt good.

The two held hands and came to the largest bookstore in Yucheng.

There are a lot of people after the holiday, and many parents bring their children to kill time.Mo Xian had never been here before, so he was always curious about everything he saw.

Standing in the hall on the first floor, looking up, you can directly see the arc-shaped roof, which looks like a castle.There are exits on each floor of the spiral staircase, and rows of long tables and chairs are placed beside the circular fence for people to read.Mo Xian stood in front of a book tower made of bestsellers spirally stacked directly opposite the door. Looking up, he felt as tall as two of himself.

Most of the books placed on the first floor are bestsellers, classics and historical books.After Xie Xunyang glanced at the schematic diagram, he took the reluctant Mo Xian to the elevator leading to the fifth floor.

The 5th floor sells teaching aids, ranging from prenatal education to adult education.When they came to the primary school area, Mo Xian thought that Xie Xunyang was going to pick the books to be used in the second semester of the fifth grade, but he went straight to the subject of the sixth grade, and very purposefully selected the textbooks from the textbooks of many institutions. I need.

Then he walked to the competition topic area, and was not in a hurry to buy, but opened a book at random, and stood and looked at it at a glance.

Mo Xian had nothing to do, followed Xie Xunyang's buttocks to look left and right.These books are very strange to him, and it would be nice to be able to complete the school work on weekdays. He couldn't even imagine that there would be so many exercise books in one place!He was dazzled by the book covers of various colors, and he was dizzy before doing the title.

"Don't run around." Xie Xunyang warned without looking back.

"understood."

Mo Xian yawned. Seeing that Xie Xunyang was watching seriously, he had no intention of leaving for a moment.He had no choice but to find the recommended extracurricular reading series listed at the end of a row of Chinese books from the bookshelf on the other side. He randomly took out a book and sat cross-legged on the ground behind Xie Xunyang with his back against the bookshelf. Flip over.

Not long after, Xie Xunyang picked out a book of mathematics, held it in his hand, and turned around to look for Mo Xian.In fact, he has been paying attention to the movement here, but it is suddenly quiet at this moment, which is a little strange.

In the narrow aisle, a child wrapped in a white scarf sat behind him, his head drooping and he was about to fall asleep, and the books slipped down to his legs.

"..."

Xie Xunyang leaned down, patted Mo Xian's face lightly, and whispered: "Mo Xian, get up, the ground is cold."

Mo Xian blinked his sleepy eyes, and when he raised his head, there was still mist in his eyes from sleep, looking at everyone in a haze, he muttered: "Have you chosen?"

"Well. Let's go, it's time to choose yours."

"...!!" Mo Xian woke up in a second, his almond eyes widened, "Mine?...I don't need it!!"

Xie Xunyang didn't answer, but quietly pulled him up.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, his eyes were heavy: "Xian'er, which junior high school do you want to go to in the future?"

Mo Xian froze for a moment, as if being asked by a teacher something he didn't know, he said falteringly: "...Mr. Li said that we will all go to school for the nine-year obligation, and we should be transferred to the middle school in the county by then."

"Do you want to go there?"

"I never thought about it..." Mo Xian picked up his hands, "I can go anywhere, Wang Baoer and Dashu will be shared together."

"I won't go to the middle school in the county." Xie Xunyang said suddenly.

"I've checked, and the best junior high school that can be admitted here is Yucheng No. [-] Middle School."

Mo Xian raised his head, stared blankly at the person in front of him, and heard his voice asking himself: "Mo Xian, do you want to come with me?"