Chapter 116

In the Zhou family in November, a row of ginkgo trees outside the window is a golden day.

In the old residential building like Lin Xiaoxian's home, the spacious courtyard is covered with a layer of Ginkgo leaves, which is not only beautiful, but also loose and fun.

It coincides with the weekend. There are old people walking around and children walking around.

Three or two dolls who have just entered primary school are very lively. They are not happy kicking a thick pile of leaves. They are not satisfied if they can't find "partners" around for a week.

Fortunately, one of his eyes saw "little buddy" through the window on the first floor.

"Sister, sister..."

He trotted all the way. When he approached, he saw the other party sitting at the desk by the windowsill, doing his homework.

What time is it?

The child didn't wear a watch, but when he was dragged out by his grandmother in the morning, it was so cold that he sneezed.

Judging from this, it must be very early now.

I got up so early on the weekend to do my homework. My sister must have been forced by my grandparents. It's so pathetic!

The children also had such an experience, so they suddenly resonated.

His sense of justice exploded, he vowed to save his "companion", and he fell down in front of the windowsill and shouted louder:

"Sister, sister! Come out and play with us! "

Zhou Jia at the windowsill looked up at him, then looked back and continued to look at the question.

His right hand gathered his hair, revealing a half moon like white auricle, which only seemed more peaceful and quiet.

Unmoved?

What a strange sister.

The children really opened their round eyes and looked left and right into the room. Was this sister's grandparents eavesdropping inside?

That would be a mistake.

The children regretted, so they began to shout in a small voice:

"Sister... Sister..."

“......”

"Sister... Come out quickly and say that some children call you."

This is a great reason. Every time he has other children looking for him, his grandparents will certainly let him go out to play.

"Sister... Sister..." he put his hands together into a trumpet, "don't be afraid... Come out quickly..."

“......”

Two minutes later, Zhou Jia finally couldn't help but turn black.

Whose little broken child is this!

She suddenly turned her head. This time, there was no calmness on her face for the first time. A pair of indifferent eyes were as cold as crystals frozen in the polar region, which made the children lying on the window tremble and almost sneeze again.

The sister was so ungrateful that the child immediately ran away angrily and wisely.

After getting rid of the baby's disturbance, Zhou Jia also broke the rhythm of continuing to study and stretched her waist slightly tired. The soft girl's curve showed a bit lazy.

I woke up a little early today. I didn't sleep enough

What should I do? There are the last two application questions. Do you still have to do them?

A person's shadow appears in my mind.

If you are a new deskmate, you must take her pen and urge her to play Gobang while talking about "combination of work and rest" and "revolutionary capital"

Thinking of the first time he did this, Zhou Jia widened her eyes and quarreled with him.

"Lin Xiaoxian, why are you so violent! No student has ever robbed me of my pen and allowed me to study! "

"That's because no student has ever cared about you!"

"Who said, Xiao Yan cares about me..."

"Does she know that your hands tremble when you do questions every day? If you take it, you can cultivate immortality now. You'll die in senior three in the future! "

When Lin Xiaoxian finished, he stood up angrily:

"Zhou Jia! I now order you to stop writing and play chess with me! "

“......”

Although Zhou Jia, who heard this at that time, was angry and helpless, she can't help laughing every time she thinks about it.

What a strange order, Lin Xiaoxian.

She smiled, fell into bed, closed her eyelids slightly, and soon dozed off, enjoying a long lost sleep.

It was nine o'clock in the morning when I opened my eyes again.

The gingko outside the window is swaying slightly. Zhou Jia has been looking at them day by day for more than ten years. Today is the first time to find the beautiful scenery. It turns out that it can really relax people.

No wonder the ancients liked to write landscape poems and "express their love for nature"

Dong Dong Dong——

"Sister, have breakfast."

"Here we are."

Zhou Jia went out of the bedroom, which made Zhou Feng uncomfortable.

"So fast today? No study? "

"I learned, and then I slept back."

"Ho Ho, that's really strange... Are you asleep?"

"Well, I slept soundly."

"Okay..."

According to Zhou Feng's previous daily greetings, he was too lazy to say one or two more words to his sister.

It's just that my sister seems to be a little more energetic than in the past. In his words, she doesn't look like a robot at least.

"Where's dad?"

"Overtime. There are few lists recently. He wants to find more Party A to reconcile."

"Less list? Didn't he say he had a big list last week? "

"He said that, but after all, the list is owned by the government. It is said that it is also a landmark building. Not only many paint manufacturers rob it, but also the boss level is communicating. Dad is an ordinary small manager. He can't get any light if he rob it or not..."

Zhou Jia stopped talking after listening. She didn't understand these things. On the contrary, her brother should be more sensitive to this aspect.

It seems that precocity is also beneficial. Some things outside the classroom can be learned ahead of their peers.

On the table was a simple pickle porridge. Zhou Jia drank a few mouthfuls and was full.

He washed the dishes with his brother. When he returned to his room, Zhou Jia saw a red circle on the wall calendar with the words "three trees paint" printed on the wall.

"November 11, Phi... What do you mean?"

Today's Day is circled with a red pen and marked with a small annotation of one word.

Who circled it?

Zhou Jia won't circle. Double 11 may be a good day for others, but for their family, it is to resist the temptation and try to avoid the day of "losing their family".

Who else but Zhou Feng.

"Zhou Feng."

"Huh?"

"What do you want to buy on double eleven? Can I help you? How much? Where did you get the money? "

Sister Zhou Feng can't afford the continuous gun. She waved her hand again and again:

"No, I don't buy it, I don't buy it! Dad wrote that on the calendar. "

"He wrote it? What does it mean? "

"I guess it's double ten one. I'll buy you a shawl."

Zhou Feng secretly said that her sister is really careless and doesn't have any hobbies. She only likes such a thing. She hasn't reacted to such an obvious annotation.

"Shawl?"

"Yes, dad asked you where your shawl was a few days ago. Didn't you say it was scratched? So he just... "

Zhou Jia suddenly.

It seems like this. It's always easy for parents in the world to remember some small things about their children.

"But I later... Didn't I have it again..."

Zhou Jia suddenly hesitated.

It was bought for her by her deskmate last week. It's very comfortable, beautiful and exquisite. It's still her favorite navy blue.

It's just that her father has worked overtime seriously these days, and her and her brother's going to and from school are different. Everyone's time is staggered from each other.

So not only did my father not see it, but even Zhou Feng pulled his head now:

"Have you bought it? Don't you see? "

"I wash it every day when I come back and hang it on the balcony. Didn't you go to the balcony to get a broom when you cleaned up last night, didn't you see?"

"No..."

"I didn't see a big piece hanging. I'm very blind..."

Zhou Jia's heart suddenly raised an idea full of childlike innocence. Maybe this shawl is human. Lin Xiaoxian gave it to her, and only she could see it.

But Zhou Feng's face has begun to change.

"A big... Sleeping trough..."

Zhou Jiamei's first condensation:

"Zhou Feng, where did you learn dirty words?"

"No... sister..."

Zhou Feng obviously ignored this problem and looked nervous and embarrassed:

"It was dark last night. I didn't see my shawl. I found a big... Big rag on the balcony..."

Big rag?

Staring at Zhou Feng's distorted expression for two seconds, Zhou Jia hurried to the balcony and sank for a moment.

The dark blue shawl that had been neatly hung on the clothes drying pole is gone.

Zhou Feng followed him and apologized immediately:

"Sorry, sister, I was..."

"Where's my shawl? Where is it? "

Zhou Jia didn't want to hear the process. She couldn't help holding her hands tightly.

"I think it doesn't absorb water at all. It wiped the stove twice and threw the trash can easily..."

Zhou Jia ran to the kitchen and began to turn the trash can.

"Eh... No... the garbage bag was lost last night..."

Zhou Fengyue said the more ugly his expression was, like a bitter gourd.

His only happiness was that his sister seemed to turn pale and didn't mean to blame.

In fact, Zhou Jia certainly won't blame.

Or just because her brother lost something very important to her, she didn't care about him. Her mind was full of that shawl.

"Where did you lose it?"

"The big trash can in the yard..."

"Blue or green?"

"Green..."

So Zhou Jia ran out and came back ten minutes later. Zhou Feng saw his sister's stained hands and face.

And the shawl, most of which is nearly dark.

She didn't say a word. Her eyes looked grim as if she had accepted some noble task. She ran to the laundry sink and sprinkled washing powder and began to rub it up.

On the shawl, viscous oil, thick ups and downs, and the immersion of dirty water

At least there must be no way for the washing machine.

"Sister, use a brush..."

Zhou Jia ignored the stupid proposal.

It's not jeans. The brush is really over as soon as it goes down.

Watching her sister's hands go up and down in the foam, Zhou Feng is holding her neck and wants to say how it can be washed out.

But he finally didn't dare to open his mouth. Like a dog cub who made a mistake, he went back to his room in frustration. All morning, he only heard his sister come back and forth to wash water in the bathroom.

I don't know how long later, when he saw the shawl on the balcony glowing with a new and elegant navy blue again, Zhou Feng shivered for the first time.

With his 13-year-old Sanguan, he just thinks his sister is too terrible.

This requires more strength and deep persistence.

How do you have to rub your hands to achieve this

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In the room, after washing her shawl, Zhou Jia breathed out with great joy.

Fortunately, it didn't take long.

I'm glad it's the weekend.

Otherwise, there are so many broken skin places on your hands. You will be seen by your deskmate.

At that time, Lin Xiaoxian will certainly ask East and West under the banner of "care", and maybe write it into his book "Zhou Jia's strange hobbies".

Hum, I'm so depressed to think about it

"Hiss..."

Zhou Jia opened a bottle of medical alcohol and carefully applied it to the knuckles and back palms of her hands. Her heart was full of a sense of victory and felt like a hero.

A hero who successfully rescued his beloved Princess from the demon cave.

This shawl is Zhou Jia's beloved Princess.

One day in the future, will Zhou Jia also be whose princess?

"A little middle two... Hiss..."

Make blind and disorderly conjectures Zhou Jia silently vomit a trough oneself, a face lightly red lightly smile, make complaints about the wound, and then pour a breath.

Alcohol still hurts when it touches the wound.

My brother is still young, and he didn't mean it. I can't blame him.

Therefore, Zhou Jia should blame Lin Xiaoxian for tracing back to the source.

Damn Lin Xiaoxian, if she dares to hurt her so much again in the future, she must stir up all kinds of discord and let Xiaoyan not be nice to him all his life... Let him be distressed at that time!

The study committee thought proudly.

She doesn't know what heartache feels like, but it must be worse than this