The sunshine today is exceptionally warm, purifying the coldness in the air.

River dam, bungalow, doorway.

Jiang Ning was condescending and interrogated: "Oh, it's not your table tennis?"

When Dongdong faced the big devil, he wished he could transform into a monster and destroy the river dam with one punch, or he could turn into a sword fairy and cut ravines out of the earth with one sword.

Once upon a time, faced with the injustice in the world, he had imagined such a scene countless times.

But every time he allowed himself to fantasize, he would always be kicked away by Jiang Ning in reality.

The dream in his heart was not worth the physical pain after all. When the bully Jiang Ning appeared in front of him again, Dongdong once again recalled the tragic scenes of being beaten.

Dongdong's face was full of fear. He raised his hands and said hurriedly: "Zhang Ruyun can testify that it is not mine, it is really not my ball!"

Zhang Ruyun was stunned: 'Didn't Dongdong just say that he would destroy the river dam?'

Dongdong urged anxiously: "Will you quickly help me testify?"

Zhang Ruyun pondered for a few seconds: "It is indeed not Dongdong's."

In a sense, it's not true. Dongdong snatched it from other children.

Jiang Ning walked up to Dongdong and slapped him on the shoulder.

Dongdong's legs went weak and his whole body was shaking violently. He forced out a smile that was uglier than crying:

'It's over!'

The ping pong ball he accidentally knocked up blocked Jiang Ning's path. The bully would definitely use this to get into trouble!

It's over, everything is over!

Dongdong was already mentally prepared to receive a severe beating.

Who would have thought, the next second.

Jiang Ning suddenly laughed: "Okay, originally I wanted to compensate, but since I can't find the owner, let's forget it."

After finishing speaking, he smiled disdainfully, carried the big black bag in his hand, and entered the main room of his house.

Dongdong clenched his hands into fists, bearing humiliation and burden at such a young age.

Xue Yuantong looked at Dongdong, who quickly followed Jiang Ning.

Xue Chuchu's experience was even more obvious. She was very aware of how arrogant Dongdong was in Jiang Ning's absence in the past two days, and came to show off his power from time to time.

Now comparing the before and after, the difference is really huge.

At this moment, she seemed to suddenly understand that her mother once said: 'The family still needs a man.'

Standing tall on the sky and on the earth, this is how it should be.

After Jiang Ning returned to the house, he casually placed his backpack on the sofa, and then placed the black bag on the ground next to the sofa. Tongtong looked at the black bag, wondering what was inside, but couldn't see clearly.

Jiang Ning: "What are you looking at?"

Xue Yuantong curled his lips: "Who cares!"

She also placed her handbag beside the sofa, then sat in the middle of the sofa. Jiang Ning immediately felt the little cotton-padded jacket sticking to her side.

Xue Yuantong huddled on the sofa, in a very happy mood. She flicked her calves, and the slightly clumsy little cotton shoes slipped lightly from her feet and landed on the ground with a soft "snap" sound.

A pair of small white socks were exposed to Jiang Ning's sight, as if he could see through the white socks the slender ankles wrapped inside.

Jiang Ning opened his backpack, took out a bag of dried fruits, and placed it on the small round table.

He pinched a nut and ate one. It was very fragrant.

Xue Yuantong shook his little white socks and was pleasantly surprised: "Pistachio!"

She also pinched one, with a beige shell, purple skin and green kernels. She bit into it and it was crispy.

She stayed close to Jiang Ning, eating pistachios, curling her little mouth, temporarily forgetting Jiang Ning's sin of instigating Chu Chu to deceive her in the morning.

"Jiang Ning Jiang Ning, tell me, why are pistachios called pistachios?" She couldn't stop talking.

Jiang Ning said: "Look at them, they are grinning and looking very happy."

Xue Yuantong looked carefully: "It's really true."

However, she had sharp eyes and reached out to pick up an unopened pistachio: "Then why is it unhappy?"

Jiang Ning: "Give it to me."

He took the pistachio, clasped his fingers together, and pinched it open: "It's happy now."

Xue Yuantong was silly: "Hee hee hee."

Jiang Ning looked at her careless look, and the corners of her mouth gradually curled up, which was good.

He leaned on the familiar sofa, the sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the girl's clear voice was in his ears. He slowly ate pistachios, feeling particularly relaxed.

"Let me tell you, Jiang Ning, my mother obviously doesn't let me buy clothes, but just now she sent a message asking me what the clothes are like, whether they look good on my upper body, and whether I can return them if they don't look good."

"She actually doubted my vision!" Xue Yuantong opened the bag and put the light gray coat she bought for her mother on her body.

On a quiet winter day, generous sunlight penetrates through the bright windows and pours into the house, immersing the entire room in golden warmth.

"Look quickly, does it look good, Jiang Ning!"

Wearing an unfitting coat, she stood on tiptoes and turned slightly in a circle. The sunlight flowing in the air seemed to be jumping between her hair, which was both gorgeous and dreamy.

The silver bell-like laughter is so fresh and bright.

Jiang Ning was lost for a moment.

After Xue Yuantong finished turning around, he took off his coat again and returned to his original simple cotton-padded jacket: "Doesn't it look good?"

"nice."

She stood in front of Jiang Ning and asked, "Does it look better now or just now?"

Jiang Ning thought for a while and said, "You are always more beautiful than the last second."

Xue Yuantong laughed first, then pouted: "Humph, you will lie to me!"

Jiang Ning: "Huh?"

"Then you won't reply to my messages after you get home!" Xue Yuantong complained. In the past two days, she had huddled in bed, holding her cell phone, and sent many messages to Jiang Ning, but she never got a timely reply.

Jiang Ning didn't explain, he just reached out and touched Tongtong's soft hair.

"What's the use of trying to coax me after you've hurt me?" Tongtong snorted, "Unless you..."

Her eyes drifted to the black plastic next to the sofa. There must be good things inside.

Jiang Ning: "Do you really want it?"

Xue Yuantong immediately said: "I actually don't think too much about it, I'm just curious. You know my curiosity..."

Jiang Ning: "Okay, you can untie it yourself."

Xue Yuantong received the order and immediately opened the black plastic bag, only to find that it was empty.

She was dumbfounded.

Jiang Ning said happily: "Aren't you curious now?"

In anger, Xue Yuantong squeezed his arm hard and left angrily.

…

Tongtong was hurt and ran away from Jiang Ning's house. Before leaving, she did not forget to grab a handful of pistachios.

Jiang Ning also pinched some pistachios and walked outside to bask in the sun.

At Tongtong's house in the west, Tongtong and Chuchu were preparing lunch, but Jiang Ning chose not to disturb them.

Teacher Qian from the east is preparing to have lunch. He is hosting today and has invited three or five friends, all of whom are old teachers.

He set up a dining table at the door, talked about the world situation with his friends, talked about the past and present, and how happy he was!

Teacher Qian picked up his chopsticks, pointed at a plate of bright red stew on the table, and said, "Come on, come on, have a try!"

Several old men immediately stretched out their chopsticks and each took a piece of meat.

The white-haired old teacher who criticized Xue Yuantong in the morning immediately praised: "Good, good! Smooth and tender, and the meat is fragrant! Good!"

Teacher Qian suddenly felt more honored!

The pain I felt over having guests over for dinner completely disappeared at this moment.

Everyone ate the stew and chatted. After a while, the whole plate of meat was gone.

The white-haired old teacher was still not satisfied. He pointed out: "Old Qian, you said that you, after so many years, can't change the habit of picking and searching. Alas! We are so old, don't we just want to eat in one bite?

"

"That's right, old Qian, it's not a good idea for you to treat us!"

"I have never treated you badly before when you came to my house!"

Faced with the criticism from his old friends, Teacher Qian finally lost his dignity. He carried the plate and returned to the room. When he came out again, there was an extra piece of red meat on the plate.
To be continued...