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Without deep thought, Wen Yiyan followed his mother's words and sat on the back seat.

The car starts slowly, about half an hour's drive from home to the ice sculpture venue.

Chatting with Liu Jiamin for a few minutes.

Liu Jiamin looks at her son in the rearview mirror and sighs silently.

Looking at the way ahead, she suddenly said to Fanxing, "there is still a long way to go from here to the venue. If you feel tired, you can lean on your brother and sleep for a while."

"Ah?" The topic turned too fast, and Vatican was dull for a moment.

Almost subconsciously, she mechanically turned to look at Wen, blinked twice, and murmured, "I'm not tired."

Wen Yiyan's eyes flashed, without a trace to look at the mother in front of her, thin lips pursed, did not speak.

"It's OK. Just take a rest and we'll call you when we get there." At the end of the sentence, Liu Jiamin said with a gentle smile on her shoulder

Wen Yiyan directly moved his eyes to the retrogressive scenery outside the window, without consent or refusal.

There is something in the brain gradually clear, Fanxing looked at Liu Jiamin helplessly, saw her mouth that meaningful smile, suddenly understood.

Three words flashed in my mind.

God assist!

She pressed her lips tightly, afraid that she could not help laughing triumphantly.

His hands were stirred together, and when his excitement calmed down a little, Fanxing whispered, "good..."

Secretly aimed at the side of Wen Yiyan, with a shy and happy smile, Fanxing red face, head a tilt, closed eyes, gently leaning on his shoulder.

Well, Aunt Liu is wrong.

His shoulders are much more comfortable to lean on than pillows.

After rubbing his head against his shoulder, Brahman closed his eyes shyly and went to rest.

Wen Yiyan retracted his divergent sight and looked at a head on his shoulder. For a long time, the corner of his mouth lifted a gentle arc like water in his own unconscious situation.

Liu Jiamin just caught this scene in the rearview mirror, smiling.

My wooden son, if she doesn't help push, I don't know when she can get on the right track.

After half an hour's journey, Vatican was full of excitement at the beginning. Like fighting chicken blood, he leaned on Wen Yiyan's arm and opened his heart's reverie.

Who knows to think, she actually sleeps in the past.

After arriving at the destination, Wen Yiyan pinched her nose and said in a bad tone: "get up quickly, my saliva is flowing on my clothes."

Vatican opened his eyes slowly from his sleep.

When I heard his voice, I blinked for a long time, then I slowly reflected the meaning of his words.

Saliva?

Clothes?

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" Fanxing suddenly straightened his body, rigidly turned his neck, and his sight fell weakly on the place where he had just opened up to sleep.

Clean, nothing.

The Vatican star exploded, "you're lying, there's no saliva."

Someone's mind is calm and leisurely, "flow a lot in the dream."

Fanxing refused to admit, "no

"If you don't get off the bus, your ice sculptures will melt." Ignoring her hair, Wen changed the subject in a low voice.

Liu Jiamin was in a happy mood and didn't interrupt. She just laughed and looked at the two young people bickering.

Vatican Nunu mouth, eyes cast out of the window.

The parking location is just opposite to the entrance of the venue. At a glance, you can see many beautiful ice sculptures inside.

Seeing that the two children almost made a scene, Liu Jiamin said with a smile, "OK, let's go."

When you open your mouth, you can't help it. It's lower than the temperature when you step on the lock.

Fortunately, I didn't throw my coat home!

Fanxing's short boots are not skid proof and almost slip when walking several times.

Liu Jiamin took the opportunity to open up, "the road here is very slippery, a word you pull Xiaoxing, don't let her fall."

Almost in her words just out, Wen Yiyan big palm a stretch, instantly pull her to the side.

Fanxing carefully followed Wen Yiyan's side, the corner of his mouth's smile was dazzling.

The venue is very large. In addition to all kinds of wonderful ice sculpture exhibits, there are all kinds of delicious snacks around.

Pick the gift, Fanxing ate a lot of things, so although today's heart, but dare not in front of Wen Yiyan.

Swallow saliva, she can't help but some regret, why say the last time, fool!!!

Line of sight in the row after row of snack stalls swept, appetite gradually on, Fanxing endure very uncomfortable.

Wen Yiyan naturally pays attention to her struggling and vexed body on her face. Her mouth is slightly hooked and does not tear it apart.On the other hand, Liu Jiamin, seeing fan Xing's greedy face, said with a smile, "these snacks look good. Let's buy some and eat while walking."

"Good, good." Vatican almost didn't think about it, so he slipped out.

Wen Yiyan gave her a cool, cool look.

A hot face, Fanxing lowered his head, secretly aimed at Wen Yiyan, dare not say a word more.

Looking at the interaction between the two children, Liu Jiamin only felt funny, "go ahead and take her to buy some."

"Well." Look at her greedy appearance, he is always ruthless not to let her eat.

Fanxing happy want to jump up, eat and shop, a great joy in life, not to mention standing around his favorite people.

Can't you be happy

Fanxing dazzled from a snack stand, and finally lived in front of a soy sauce cake stall.

Seeing the guests, he asked with a smile, "what do you want to eat?"

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

Wen Yiyan's expression is somewhat stagnant, the cold thin lip is uneasily pursed.

"That," Fanxing's small face was also hot. She touched her nose and stammered, "I, we are not, that kind of relationship..."

The old man waved his hand and looked like a man coming over. "It's all so big. It doesn't matter if you fall in love. I'm not a person with old ideas. It's OK."

"No..." Brahma is dying.

"Don't be afraid. I won't tell your teacher." The old man's face I know everything's expression, patted the chest to promise way.

"Your aunt and I were 15 years old when we were 15 years old. We decided to have a life without telling our family. We were the two of us in the end."

Standing beside the uncle's mother, coquettish, scolded, "you old man, what nonsense, don't teach bad children."

"What nonsense do I say? Did you swear that I would not marry at the age of 15?"

"Hey, who will not marry? I don't know who rushed to my house with my father. I can't live without me."

The old man poked his aunt's arm and whispered, "why do you mention this? Can't you give me some face in front of outsiders?"

"The premise of giving you face is not to lose my face," she said naturally

"I know, I know. I still have such a good face when I'm old. I'm really..."

Vatican Star: Uncle and aunt, you cow.

Wen Yiyan: "what's more..." I'm willing to die.

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