"My cooking skills have improved a lot recently. If you come over anytime, I'll cook it for you."
"You're bragging."
"It's true, there are pictures to prove it."
Zhang Tan sent Su Lan a photo of Xiaobai and Liuliu eating meat and rice so that he could brag in front of his girlfriend.
Su Lan saw the two little cuties looking happy with their rice bowls. Xiaobai was digging for food, while Liuliu gave a thumbs up to the camera.
She posted a series of laughing emoticons, "The staged photos are too obvious, so they don't count."
"It really doesn't count."
"Then you're still bragging."
"So I suggest you fly here and try it yourself. The meat bibimbap I make is the most delicious meat bibimbap in the world."
Su Lan sent a series of laughing emoticons, "But, I have some activities in Peiping recently, and I won't be able to leave for a while."
Zhang Tan: "It's okay, I'll go there."
"No, it will delay your work."
"I'll fly here tomorrow."
"Ah? So soon? It's not the weekend. Can you get a day off?"
"I took on a new project today, which is a highlight of the company this year, an anti-war film. I have to prepare a script, which is quite difficult to write. There are two screenwriters competing, both of whom are seniors and have masterpieces.
I am very powerful. If I don’t take it seriously, I will probably be eliminated. I told the company to go out to relax and look for inspiration. For screenwriters, this is normal, and maybe the company will reimburse me for travel expenses."
When Su Lan heard that Zhang Tan had a new project, she was curious and concerned. She asked a few more questions, and after listening to his detailed account, she said: "Then you'd better not come over. You're running around, how can you calm down?"
"The body is busy, but the mind is calm."
After chatting with Su Lan for a long time, Zhang Tan continued to type on the keyboard, trying to write down the general plot of "Latent" as a summary of the story. Unknowingly, he wrote for more than two hours. The alarm clock on his phone rang, and it was ten o'clock in the evening.
He looked up and looked out the window. It was dark at night. He put down the computer, got up and walked around. He went to the second floor and poked around the door of the dormitory. There were sounds of babies inside. The children had just been escorted in by the teacher, and they were busy.
During the battle of wits and courage, Liuliu's voice was very penetrating, and Zhang Tan recognized it immediately.
He didn't go in. He passed the door and came to the first floor. There were two lights on in the reading area. Two small figures, one big and one small, were sitting quietly on chairs reading picture books. They were Xiaobai and Jiang Bin.
Hearing footsteps, the two looked up and found Zhang Tan.
"Isn't Jiang Bin going to bed?" Zhang Tan asked Jiang Bin. He knew that Xiaobai's uncle would arrive soon, but Jiang Bin's father was not sure, and he usually came very late.
"I'm going home soon." When Jiang Bin spoke, he couldn't help but smile on his face.
"What's wrong? Your father got off work so early today?"
Jiang Bin nodded and proudly said that his father promised him that he would pick him up early tonight because they were going to the bookstore to buy books before closing.
"I'm buying story books." Jiang Bin emphasized.
Zhang Tan smiled and asked: "Wow, there must be some happy event, right? Do you want to share it with me and Xiaobai?"
No matter how precocious Jiang Bin was, he was still a child. He couldn't help but proudly announced that he had scored full marks in both Chinese and mathematics.
Zhang Tan congratulated him and looked at Xiaobai who was sitting next to him holding a picture book and reading a story. Xiaobai quickly said: "I, I, I, I am the squad leader today."
"Really?" Zhang Tan asked in surprise.
Xiaobai nodded and said that if she lied to others, she was not a human being, but a melon boy.
"Congratulations to you, Xiaobai. You are so awesome. You became the monitor at such a young age..."
Jiangbin bala bala, snatched all Zhang Tan's words.
Xiaobai's class takes turns to be the squad leader. Each person has a day, and everyone has a share. Today it happened to be Xiaobai's turn, and in a few days it will be Xiaomi. But no matter what, it is worth encouraging the children.
Jiang Bin was right, his father came quickly and took him away on a motorcycle, rushing to the bookstore that was about to close.
Jiang Bin's father hoped that his son would succeed, and he had very high and strict requirements for Jiang Bin. He did not hesitate to buy him books, but the ones he bought were all tutorial books, and this time they were story books.
Only Zhang Tan and Xiao Bai were left in the reading area. They sat next to each other. Zhang Tan turned his head and looked at the little child: "Xiao Bai, let me read the picture book to you? Do you want it?"
"Yes~" Xiaobai responded crisply.
At the very beginning, Zhang Tan volunteered to read picture books and tell stories to Xiaobai, and also taught her how to read and pronounce words, but he did not persist for long.
Fortunately, Xiaobai didn't put all his hopes on him. Going to kindergarten every day had a subtle effect. For example, Xiaobai's Mandarin is much better than before, and Bai Jianping's Mandarin has also improved to a higher level.
Zhang Tan picked a picture book from the bookshelf called "The Bottle of Memory".
The name sounds very esoteric and may not be suitable for children to read, but in fact it is a very interesting picture book that can teach principles subtly.
The illustrations in the book are very beautiful. A small wooden house is filled with bottles of various shapes and colorful colors.
These bottles contain Mr. Dell’s past, the joy of childhood, the sorrow of growing up, the joy of reunion, the longing for separation, the love with his wife, the happiness of the family, etc. Every scene is recorded in these magical bottles. It is Dell.
Mr.'s most valuable asset.
There is a story in each bottle, which is simple, interesting and rich in truth. Xiaobai listened with gusto. When Bai Jianping came to pick her up, she asked Zhang Tan if she could take this picture book home. She also wanted to read it at night.
Well, I'll bring it back tomorrow.
"You can take it back, but there is a requirement. Tomorrow you have to tell other children the story you read."
Xiaobai agreed immediately and followed Bai Jianping up and down, holding "The Bottle of Memory" like a treasure along the way.
"Huh?" When he got home, Bai Jianping was looking for the key to open the door. Xiaobai noticed that the light came on in the house next door and lowered his voice and said, "Uncle, look~~ Someone is yelling."
Bai Jianping knew that someone was there. He had been at home at night and was so close. How could he not know? However, he did not take the initiative to say hello. He thought that if he didn't look up, he would say hello one day. It would be natural to say hello.
"Your voice is so low? You sound like a baby."
"You are a baby thief! Your whole family is a baby thief."
"Okay, my whole family is all thieves, now my whole family is just you and me."
"snort!"
Xiaobai was too lazy to talk to her uncle, so she tiptoed and tried to sneak to the next door and peeped on the door, but was caught by Bai Jianping.
"Where do you want to live?"
"What a big baby."
"You're not allowed to go. Go home and sleep."
Xiaobai was taken into the house and ordered by Bai Jianping to sing to him because he wanted to boil water for her to wash her feet, which was only fair.
Xiaobai reluctantly stood in the kitchen and played a song to Bai Jianping.
Listening to the melody, Bai Jianping thought it was quite pleasant. When he asked about the name of the song, he was told it was called "Little Goose". He was so angry that his nose almost twisted, which triggered a new round of disputes. The two quarreled, and the older one accused the younger one of being inappropriate.
Filial piety, cursing people in a roundabout way, the little one angrily denying it, saying that the older one is a bastard, bullying the little one.
The dispute spread from the kitchen to the living room. Bai Jianping prepared hot and cold water for Xiaobai, placed the footbath, and asked her to soak the little jiojio in it. He then sat across from him, took off his socks, and put his feet in.
The two of them continued to bicker while soaking their feet.
"Okay, okay, I won't argue with you anymore, go and pour the water for washing your feet." Bai Jianping said, looking at Erlang's legs, he leaned comfortably on the sofa.
Xiaobai put on her little shoes, dragged the footbath to the kitchen, and poured the water. Although she was small and weak, she couldn't hold the footbath, but it didn't matter, practice makes perfect, and she was able to do tasks that she was not strong enough for.
When leaving the kitchen, Xiaobai also turned off the lights in the kitchen and closed the door. Suddenly she heard voices coming from the corridor outside the door. She pricked up her little ears and ran to the door, pressing the back of the door against Su.
Lan poster opened the door, tilted his little body, stretched out his little head, and checked what was going on in the corridor.
She saw a little doll, a little boy, about the same age as her, wearing a big gray coat, and being held by an adult. The adult was locking the door, and the little boy heard the movement behind him, turned around and saw Xiaobai, four
Eyes facing each other.
"Let's go." The adult holding the little boy said, going downstairs to leave. They seemed to be going out, it was already so late.
"Dad, look~" The little boy pointed at Xiaobai with his other hand and showed it to his father.
"That's our neighbor, let's go."
The little boy looked back at Xiaobai again and followed his father downstairs. Xiaobai could no longer see it, but he could hear the voice of the little boy talking to his father, very softly, and gradually disappeared.
Xiaobai ran out the door, stood at the top of the stairs and looked down. The sensor light was on, but the person was already gone.
Xiaobai ran home again, lay down at the window facing the alley, and looked downstairs. Sure enough, he saw the little boy and his father.
The little boy seemed to know that she would look at him from the window. He turned around and waved to her, and soon disappeared into the winding alley. The figure reflected on the wall continued to be stretched and deformed, and finally merged into the night.
