"Yan Beibei, I'm a little thirsty, can I drink your water?"
"Mom said you can't drink other people's water. There is a water dispenser in the back. You can use your nice new cup to get water."
Nian Nian shook his head and said, "I want to drink your orange water."
"I don't have orange water."
"I smell it."
Beibei: "..."
Nian Nian stood up and stretched out his little paws to reach for it.
The hand was blocked.
She was a little angry, put her hands on her hips, "Stingy little bitch!"
Beibei glanced at her.
Thought: Sloppy guy.
He lowered his head, rummaged through his small schoolbag, took out the wet wipes Song Xiang had prepared for him, and handed it over.
"Please wipe your hands first."
Every year she pursed her lips and spread her hands, saying, "Little old man, you are so troublesome, please wipe it for me."
Her hands were indeed dark.
The little boy frowned and saw the hand pressing on his homework book. He had no choice but to pick up her hand and wipe her palm.
It took two wipes to wipe it clean.
Nian Nian opened her hand to him and showed it.
"Clean!"
"Um."
Beibei moved the water glass in front of her, "You can only take two sips."
Teacher Yang in the physical education class said that you should not drink cold water immediately after exercising.
"Stingy." The little girl hummed, took the water glass, pressed the button, and bit the straw.
She drank happily and shook her head.
Beibei: "You should be quiet when eating and drinking."
The shaking gets worse every year.
She drank more than half of the cup in one breath, then restlessly approached him, rummaged through his pencil case for a pen, and said she wanted to write a name on his new cup, and then gave him the blue one as she thought.
.
Beibei didn't pay attention. He had a lot of homework today and his father would check it in the evening. He wanted to do his best.
The label is affixed every year, and when I write his name, my hand quickly writes a Chinese character.
"It's over."
Beibei didn't look up. He felt that it was natural for Lu to make mistakes every year.
"Yan Beibei, I wrote the first character of you wrong."
"Tear it up and rewrite it."
"But if you tear it off, there will be glue, which is ugly."
"You can stick it in the original place."
"There's only one note left, it's not enough."
A moment of silence.
Beibei sat up straight, turned to the next page, put down the pen customized to fit his little hand, and looked up at Nian Nian.
"Cross it out and write it again," he said.
Every year I shake my head and pout, "No, it will be ugly."
Beibei shut up.
He didn't understand why girls always cared about whether they were ugly or not. Dad said that the first consideration was whether it was useful.
"Whatever you want."
Nian Nian snorted, shook his head, rolled his dark eyes, and continued writing, "Forget it, I'll just write Beibei at the back, others will recognize it."
After she finished writing, she picked up her own pink one, put a label on it, and said, "I'm very fair. The first word I write is yours."
"oh."
"It's written."
Satisfied, she put the two cups together.
the label says.
Lu Beibei, Yan Niannian.
"I'm such a genius."
She got down from the chair, jumped twice on the spot, and said, "I have a tennis match the day after tomorrow, and I invite you to come with me."
Beibei shook his head, "The day after tomorrow, my father will take me to visit our production line workers, but I don't have time."
"Condolences? What is that?"
"Just look at them."
"Then what's so fun? Who wants you to watch me? If you watch me, I won't become more beautiful. You'd better watch me compete. I'm very good."
Beibei raised his head with a serious face, "Sorry, I don't have time."
He turned another page and continued: "Also, I have to do my homework now, so please don't talk."