"Don't you like eating candied haws on a stick?"

Chen Lun saw that Wen Xili's hand was empty, so he handed the other candied haws to Wen Xili.

"Do you still want to eat a candied haws on a stick?"

Wenxi Li waved his hand:

"No, I'm full! Burp——"

Wen Xili covered his mouth:

"Um, thank you for the candied haws!"

Wenxi Liqiang calmed down, but he just felt that something ridiculous happened when he met Chen Lun today. If he walked away again, who knows what else would happen?

"Chen Lun, goodbye!"

After Wen Xili finished speaking, he heard Chen Lun say:

"good!"

--goodbye!

Then Wen Xili turned around and left. Chen Lun watched Wen Xili leave, smiled soothingly, and then walked towards his home.

When Wen Xili returned home, he opened the door and saw his mother and father, and they came back together.

Mother just sat on the sofa, and Wen Xili looked at her father in the kitchen, holding a knife and cutting something, "bang bang bang".

"Mom, what is my dad doing?"

When mother saw Wen Xili coming back, she smiled and said:

"When your father and I came back, we saw another fish seller. They were all very fresh, so we bought a fish and brought it back."

"Uh-huh!"

Father just put the knife on the stove, turned around and pushed open the kitchen door:

"Wen Xili, why did it take you so long to eat? Your mother and I are both back, so why haven't you come back yet?"

Father looked at Wen Xili and smiled:

"Last time your mother told me that you didn't come back until dark the last time you went out!"

Wen Xili listened to what his father asked and said it was on point. However, it is usually difficult to talk about matters that are on point seriously. Wen Xili was vague:

"Dad, I heard from mom that you bought fish! I want to drink fish soup without salt! Dad, please call me in a while!"

"Hey, this kid!"

Wen Xili said as he opened the door and went into his room.

There are always a lot of delicious food during the Chinese New Year. When Wenxi Li went to school two years ago or two, he suddenly gained a lot of weight.

Tang Ju looked at Wen Xili for a while, then stretched out his fingers to pinch both sides of Wen Xili's face, and then rubbed it again:

"Hey! Wenxi Li, how did you do with your winter vacation homework?"

Wen Xili tilted his head and leaned on the stack of newly issued books:

"Well, I think I've finished writing it, but I don't know if it's right or not!"

"Ha ha!"

Tang Ju smiled, while Li Mingyue sat on the other side:

"However, I think the teacher has no idea of ​​collecting our homework! It's already been a week. If he wanted to collect the homework, he should have collected it when school started!"

Just when Wen Xili wanted to agree with what Li Mingyue said, Tang Ju on the side already said:

"Not necessarily! Maybe the teacher knows that we haven't finished our winter vacation homework, so, haha, it will be even more tragic if we don't finish our homework by then!"

What Tang Ju said was so scary that Wen Xili could not help but feel a chill in his back.

"Li Mingyue, go back to your seat quickly!"

What Tang Ju said was not complete, but if it were not complete, it would have been stuck in his throat before the teacher came in and he could not say anything else!

Li Mingyue saw the teacher, who was still the head teacher Jiang Yun, stood up, then turned around and quickly sat back in her seat, all at once, while the head teacher Jiang Yun smiled at this, and then laughed again:

"Has everyone finished their homework?"

Regarding this turn of homework collection, Wen Xili took out his homework from his desk pocket and was ready to hand it in, but a "returning gun" in the middle caught him off guard.

The head teacher, Jiang Yun, had a smile on her face. She looked at the people below who had stopped writing, and her smile deepened:

"Classmates! Tell me, do we need to collect homework?"

Jiang Yun's words were a little shaken, and some students said:

"Stop accepting it! Teacher Jiang!"

But his voice was extremely low, and was drowned out by another wave of cheering voices: "Teacher Jiang! Stop it!"

At the beginning of the end of the winter vacation, the relaxed brain nerves still made my heart uneasy in response to the sudden and unexpected attack.

Jiang Yun asked the squad leader who was sitting in his seat to stand up one by one and quickly put away all the piles of winter vacation homework that came from the back to the front.

Tang Ju pulled the school uniform at the elbow of Wenxi Li:

"Wen Xili! Do you think Teacher Jiang really knows how to check homework one by one?"

Wen Xili shook his head, but considering the workload of the teacher who has done many homeworks over the years, this is really possible.

Wen Xili nodded again, and Tang Ju breathed a sigh of relief.

After the winter vacation homework was handed in, the uneasiness in my heart quickly dissipated.

Just continue to study according to the schedule arranged by the school.

Wen Xili returned to the dormitory holding a book that the teacher asked to preview. The warmth in the dormitory was no longer like the feeling of dizziness caused by the heat when winter just entered.

I just feel a little chilly, but it's much stronger than the freezing cold wind outside.

Wen Xili flipped through the pages of the book and felt that all this was because he was used to it.

When spring came, it was still the same as winter. According to the month, it should be spring, but it should still be very cold.

It was like Wen Xili looked at Zhao Yangyang with cold eyes filled with jealousy and hatred.

Wen Xili only felt that this could be paired with the four words "inexplicable".

However, Zhao Yangyang quickly turned his eyes.

Wen Xili took a sip of the soup. Today's soup had just come out of the pot, and it felt warm in his stomach.

Wen Xili felt that his heart, which had never faded away from the winter, was beginning to show signs of melting.

Wen Xili looked at the soup he had finished, straightened his clothes that were wrinkled from sitting down, washed his rice bowl with water and put it in the cupboard.

Wenxi Li saw a thin piece of grass in the gap between the concrete floor of the school and the wall. It seemed to be crumbling, but Wenxi Li knew that it would grow up strong. After all, "Wildfire cannot burn it out, but it will grow again when the spring breeze blows."

Wen Xili knew this famous ancient poem very early on.

Wen Xili returned to the classroom and continued to listen to the class until the morning classes were over, and Wen Xili finished writing one word.

Suddenly he ran out of ideas and continued writing. After stopping, Wen Xili suddenly wanted to have a little notebook of his own.

Wen Xili rummaged through his pen bag and found a knife. He scratched the half-folded paper with the knife, and then just stared at the knife.
Chapter completed!