Master Zuojing is sticking to me again

Teacher Liu rushed back to school in a busy schedule, and as soon as he entered the door, he asked, "He Xiran! How did I explain to you yesterday! Where did you lose it, go and find it for me now!"

He Xiran lowered his head, and said nothing other than the sentence "I just lost it".

After not being able to ask any useful words for a long time, Teacher Liu turned to Wen Xiaoyu angrily: "Come on! Didn't you stay with him yesterday?"

Jiang You was probably afraid that Wen Xiaoyu would reveal what happened yesterday, so he hurriedly interrupted: "Mr. Liu, if He Xiran loses it, let him pay for it."

"I waited a month for that suit to be ordered from abroad. Where is he going to pay for it now?!" Teacher Liu sat down on the stool angrily, and asked with his fingers on his temples, "Wen Xiaoyu, you..."

"It's none of his business, I lost it." He Xiran still lowered his head, Wen Xiaoyu only saw his slender, pale neck and wet red eyes.

"Okay, you just refuse to say yes, you really have backbone!" Teacher Liu pointed at him with trembling fingers, "Then I'll just blame you alone, and go back and punish you!"

After He Xiran walked away in silence, the entire auditorium was silent. Teacher Liu rubbed his temples with both hands and took several deep breaths. The sigh seemed to be sorry for He Xiran.

After a long time, Jiang You said first: "Mr. Liu, don't be sad. He Xiran's quality is not good at first glance. He has a hoarse voice and lost his clothes. If he really goes on stage, he might have diarrhea from fright. It would be even worse if something big happened."

As far as Jiang You's emotional intelligence is concerned, he said comforting words like curses, but he feels good about himself.

Teacher Liu is only angry now, of course he is worried that Teacher Liu will find He Xiran back after his anger subsides, so he persisted and said: "I think Zhang Yiming's acting is much better than him, why don't you call Zhang Yiming back?"

"I can only do this first." Teacher Liu rubbed his face, "Call Zhang Yiming back, you guys line up first, I will contact to see if I can find similar clothes."

Wen Xiaoyu glanced at the performance costume yesterday. The style and workmanship are really excellent. Although it is not as good as the original version, it should be a rare treasure in a small place like Xuancheng.

After Teacher Liu went out, Lin Ningxin came over to comfort Wen Xiaoyu instead: "Mr. Liu is a person who discusses the matter, so it shouldn't affect you."

Wen Xiaoyu's eyebrows did not stretch, and she nodded slightly.

His face was always dark and unclear, and during the rehearsal, other people didn't dare to joke around, even Jiang You, who got what he wanted, didn't dare to look directly at him, let alone do any tricks.

After that Zhang Yiming came, he had to face off with Wen Xiaoyu three times before he passed the test. Being able to join the performance team shows that his acting skills are not too bad, but he looks a little nervous. Wen Xiaoyu feels that he is not as good as He Xiran who performed for the first time. .

From the director's point of view, losing He Xiran is a great regret for this show.

The rehearsal was extended for nearly two hours before it ended. Wen Xiaoyu lay down on the sofa without taking off her schoolbag when she got home, feeling more tired than after filming a movie.

Seeing Grandma Wen bring him dinner, he hurriedly got up to pick it up: "What about my brother, why aren't you drawing today?"

"I'm angry in the room." Grandma Wen pointed to Wen Muchen's closed door, "My classmate ruined the picture he drew yesterday, so I didn't eat much for dinner."

Although it was pitiful, Wen Xiaoyu couldn't help laughing, how could a child be so angry.

Thinking of this, Wen Xiaoyu put down the bowl and chopsticks, and asked hesitantly: "Grandma, when you went to He's house today, did you..."

Halfway through his question, He Xiran's stubborn face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, making him not know how to continue asking.

"You want to ask about the costumes, right?" Grandma Wen said.

Maybe it was because the original body was very concerned about the young master's affairs in the past, so Grandma Wen's words were not in a questioning tone, but expressed what Wen Xiaoyu was thinking with certainty.

"Yes." Wen Xiaoyu nodded, "He Xiran said he lost it, but I don't think he was telling the truth. Did something happen to him when he got home?"

"Well, when I went to make breakfast in the morning, I faintly heard his grandmother scolding him, saying that he shouldn't have secretly taken the costume to the basement to show his mother. The costume was very similar to his mother's wedding dress."

Speaking of this, Grandma Wen's expression was a bit unbearable: "You know, his mother looks like that, and she might get sick at some point. She went crazy after seeing the costume, and it was only when his grandmother tied her up again that she calmed down." .”

"I went to Aran's room to pack up, and saw that the costumes under his bed...had been destroyed." Grandma Wen sighed deeply.

After being silent for a long time, Wen Xiaoyu finally digested these words one by one. He closed his eyes, and only opened them again after the surging tide in his eyes faded away.

"Grandma, is the costume seriously damaged? Is it possible... to fix it?" Wen Xiaoyu tried to ask.

He knew that Grandma Wen's cheongsams were all handmade by himself. Yesterday when he and his brother were doing their homework head to head, Grandma Wen was still repairing a worn-out skirt.

"It can be repaired, but it must be different from the original version." Grandma Wen frowned slightly, "Besides, these things in their family are kept secret from the outside world, otherwise they would have taken it out to the tailor for repair. Even if you want to If you help him, he may not accept it."

"It's okay, that one is not the original." Wen Xiaoyu took out his phone and tapped it a few times, then chuckled, "I'm not helping him, this matter has something to do with me."

He put down his phone and apologized: "I just want to thank you."

- get the costume, come here.

-what?

- Come to my house, 3 minutes.

- don't go.

Wen Xiaoyu put his phone away and didn't look at it again, walked over and knocked on Wen Muchen's door, and after knocking for more than a minute, the door was only opened a crack.

"What are you doing?" Wen Muchen asked with his mouth still full of displeasure.

Wen Xiaoyu leaned against the door and said, "Brother, come out and draw, I will accompany you."

"I did a great job on that picture yesterday." Wen Muchen muttered.

"The painting must be better today." Wen Xiaoyu said with certainty.

Wen Muchen glanced at him reluctantly: "Okay then."

They each moved a small bench to sit on both sides of the coffee table, Wen Muchen still didn't let Wen Xiaoyu look at them, covering the drawing paper with one hand and drawing on it with a crayon in the other, Grandma Wen sat on the sofa drinking tea and watching the two of them.

Before finishing a chemistry problem, there was a knock on the gate outside the yard.Wen Xiaoyu stood up and saw Grandma Wen nodded to him with a smile.

The small lamps on the vine trellises in the yard shone brightly. Wen Xiaoyu opened the door, and the clear light of the moon fell far away, wrapping the thin figure of the young man outside the door, showing a kind of sadness like light smoke.

He Xiran held the garment bag in his arms, pursed his lips and remained silent, staring straight at him with a pair of bright red eyes.Wen Xiaoyu took the bag, turned around and walked into the house, He Xiran followed him and closed the door.

Grandma Wen carefully checked the damage of the costume. The cracks on the gauze skirt can be solved by embroidering them with dark patterns. The accessories torn off from it are not lost, so they can be fixed again.

Wen Xiaoyu found a picture of the original costume from the Internet, and used it as a reference for Grandma Wen. After discussing the repair plan, Grandma Wen went back to her room and turned on the sewing machine.

The old-fashioned sewing machine's "tattling" sound came intermittently from the room. Wen Xiaoyu sat back on the small bench and continued to do his homework. He Xiran also moved a small bench and sat opposite him.

Wen Xiaoyu was originally afraid that the two elementary school chickens would fight, but the next second he was surprised to find that Wen Muchen actually let He Xiran look at his paintings, and the communication between the two was quite pleasant.

He Xiran pointed to the drawing paper and asked hoarsely, "What is this?"

Wen Muchen said inarticulately: "It's a house, my house."

"Oh~ Then this must be the little lamp in the yard, right?"

"Yeah, twinkle."

"It's so beautiful, can you give me this painting?"

Wen Xiaoyu raised her head suddenly, looked at the two people who were close to each other, and heard Wen Muchen say without hesitation: "Okay."

"Crack." Wen Xiaoyu snapped the tip of the pen.

The two people on the opposite side looked up at the same time, and both returned their indifferent expressions.

Wen Xiaoyu: "..."

He curled his lips, sighed silently, and lowered his head to change a pen refill.Complicated equations were densely squeezed into his eyes, but his attention was actually drawn away by the other side.

He Xiran: "Guess what I drew?"

Wen Muchen: "Puppy?"

He Xiran narrowed his eyes with a smile: "No, guess again."

Wen Muchen rolled his watery eyeballs: "Little cat."

"Smart, you got it right!"

"Yeah!"

Two elementary school chickens were lying on the coffee table and laughing non-stop, one innocent and the other smiling like a flower.Wen Xiaoyu looked at it with her chin in her hand, thinking that today's homework is too much to finish.

The sound of the sewing machine stopped completely, and Grandma Wen came out with the repaired costume: "Take a look, you two, if something is wrong, you can fix it again."

"Wow! It's so beautiful!" Wen Muchen ran over first, gesturing on his body with the costume.

Wen Xiaoyu couldn't help laughing, and directed him: "Turn around."

Wen Muchen stopped until he was dizzy. Wen Xiaoyu took it and looked at it back and forth with He Xiran. There was only a slight difference from the original one, and it couldn't be seen without holding it in the palm of his hand.

He Xiran put the clothes in the bag and handed them to Wen Xiaoyu: "You can take them over tomorrow."

"Take it yourself." Wen Xiaoyu said.

He Xiran frowned: "But..."

"It's nothing serious, it's your business, I don't care." Wen Xiaoyu stood behind the sofa, holding Grandma Wen's shoulders.