"Yes." Xiu nodded lightly. The hair on his forehead moved slightly with his movements, and a few strands covered his eyes strangely. Even the teacher could not see the clues, but she had no idea about Helian Xiu's background.
I understand, at least, that's what it says on paper.
He is seven and a half years old this year. Logically speaking, he should not be in the first grade. However, because he grew up abroad and is not proficient in Chinese, he was placed in the first grade class. But he is only a loan student. I heard that he is in the first grade class.
When I return to my country to visit my relatives, I will only stay in Taiwan for a short period of time.
The teacher looked at the boy in front of him, and after visually checking his height, he was about to put him in the last row of seats. However, before he could speak, Xiu took the lead and said, "Teacher, can you let me sit in the first row?
My Chinese is not very good, so it may be inconvenient to sit in the back and listen to the class."
His Chinese accent was indeed a little weird, but his sincere tone, coupled with his handsome and elegant face, couldn't be more convincing. The teacher agreed softly, and his eyes swept across the first row, and finally fell on Rong.
Beside my son.
The corners of his lips curled up without leaving any trace.
Because Ronger's position was by the aisle, and her left-hand position was by the window. With his height, only in that position could he not block the people behind him, so he had long known that he would become her comrade.
table.
"Thank you, teacher." Xiu said gratefully, a strange light flashed across his sea-blue eyes.
Rong'er was stunned and saw that her deskmate who had only been sitting for less than five minutes reluctantly packed up her things and got up at the teacher's signal, and moved to another seat, while Xiu was walking towards her step by step.
.
His clothes were clean, not stained by any dust, and his whole body was fresh and fresh. He didn't look like he had just gotten off the plane at all. His slender figure had a special air of elegance, which she liked very much.
Her eyes followed his figure unconsciously, her eyebrows curved.
Xiu gently nodded towards her and looked into her watery eyes. They were like two dark grapes growing in a clear mountain spring. They were moist and pure, full of childishness and naivety.
Give her a sweet smile.
His heart suddenly skipped a beat. Such a sweet little thing made him feel breathless.
Xiu walked to Ronger's seat. She stood up with a wink and made room for him to go inside first.
He sat down by the window and then reached out to help her readjust the position of the chair. Ronger was very grateful and smiled at him again, the smile on her face getting brighter.
Because it was in class, the two of them had no chance to talk. The teacher quickly started teaching, turning the new book to the first lesson and reading aloud.
Although Xiu also brought a schoolbag, he didn't have any textbooks. People couldn't help but suspect that he was just here to show off, but Rong'er didn't think so much. She stretched out her pink lotus-like arms toward him, and she took the initiative to bring her textbooks.
He moved to the center of the table and the two of them looked at it together.
The sound of the teacher reading the text circled around the classroom, but Xiu turned a deaf ear. He leaned slightly, put an elbow on the edge of the desk, and smelled the natural fragrance emanating from the cute little girl on the right.
His breathing was soft and shallow, lingering around all his senses.
He likes this pretty little guy very much, soft and delicate, and naive and tender.
The forty-minute class was spent in silence and tranquility. Although the time was not long, it seemed to him that he had never enjoyed such a peaceful moment in a century.
Sitting next to her, his heart felt extremely peaceful and warm, far away from the killings and hustle and bustle in Sicily.
A melodious children's song played on the radio, and the bell rang for the end of get out of class.
The teacher walked off the podium, and the classroom immediately became noisy again.
The warm sunshine, the dancing notes in the air, and the sounds of children laughing were enough to make his expression condense, but——
"Hello, we meet again!" Ronger turned her head and took the initiative to talk to him, her voice was soft and sweet, so cute that it made people's hearts tremble.
Xiu put down the pen in his hand and looked up from the words that he could already recite fluently. There was not much expression on his handsome face, just a curl of the corners of his lips. He enunciated the words clearly, his intonation was extremely precise, and his tone was clear, "
Are you okay, Ronger?"
He remembered her name very well.
Ronger's eyes immediately widened, but she was not surprised because he remembered her name, but because of his pronunciation!
She was wondering just now. Although they didn't speak a few words when they met last time, she felt that his Chinese was very fluent. But why did he speak strangely in front of everyone just now? He could obviously speak Chinese well.
very good!
Seeing through her inner thoughts at a glance, Xiu Wei frowned, pretending to be embarrassed, and lied, "I'm nervous in front of everyone, so I can't say it well."
So that’s it!
Rong'er suddenly understood, and her pink face suddenly became enlightened.
"It doesn't matter, you can practice this, and it will get better as time goes by." She encouraged him. Her soft voice was so cute and innocent that it made people feel pitiful.
"Yeah." Xiu nodded silently.
Ronger smiled and took out the water glass her mother had prepared for her from her schoolbag. She asked him politely if he wanted to drink it. Xiu shook his head lightly. She unscrewed the bottle cap and took a few sips while he kept staring.
He looked at her as if he wanted to cherish every minute and every second he could spend with her.
After drinking the water, Ronger took out the small handkerchief in her pocket and wiped her mouth.
"By the way..." She suddenly remembered the handkerchief she threw away last time, but she didn't know what to say because she felt it was impolite to ask someone to get her things back, even though that handkerchief was her favorite.
Yes, there are hibiscus flowers painted on it by herself.
Of course Xiu knew what she was thinking. He took out a clean handkerchief from his trouser pocket and handed it to her. Instead of returning it to her, he said in a pleading but forceful tone, "You can give this to me as a souvenir."
?!"
"Uh...of course you can!" Ronger grinned slightly.
He put the handkerchief away again without even saying thank you, as if the handkerchief belonged to him.