There are two rows of green small-leaf figs planted on the avenue in front of Tiannan Middle School.
The crown of the small-leaved fig tree is in the shape of a small green umbrella ball, and there are small yellow-green fig fruits on the tree.
Wu Yazhen was pushing her low light blue bicycle while chatting with Shu Xiangjun.
Guan Lang followed them more than ten meters behind them. Seeing that the two of them were chatting happily, he decided not to disturb them yet. He would go up to say hello after the conversation between them was over.
Interestingly enough, they happened to be chatting about Guan Lang at this time.
"It's great. I wish I could be admitted to Tiannan University, but it's a pity that my grades are so bad." Shu Xiangjun said frustrated words, but his expression didn't have too much depression, just a slight hint of sadness in his words.
A little bit regretful.
"There is still more than a year left. If you work hard from now on, it is still possible to get into Tiannan University. Even if you don't get into it, you can still take the exam with a heavy undergraduate degree. You can come to me more often for advice." Wu Yazhen looked up and looked up.
He glanced at the green small-leafed banyan branches above his head and said calmly.
"No, I'm not good at studying. I've realized this since I was in elementary school. I'm different from talented people like you." Shu Xiangjun stuck out his tongue slightly.
"Don't say it as if you have tried your best." Wu Yazhen complained methodically.
This person has never studied seriously at all. Why can he so confidently attribute his performance problems to his talent?
And if you want to get good grades in high school, it’s not yet time to put in talent, right?
"I'm sorry. But I really have no interest in studying," Shu Xiangjun sighed softly.
He fiddled with the bicycle bell switch with his fingers, and there was a crisp ringing sound, accompanied by wisps of warm dusk wind.
The two people pushing the bicycle fell into a wordless silence.
Wu Yazhen stared at the red sun setting in the west. Since there are people like her who like to study, naturally there are also people who hate studying.
Although she didn't understand it very well, she could understand this distressing mood.
"Oh, by the way, the handmade doll I told you before was finished last night. It was not convenient to take it out in class before, but now I can give it to you." Shu Xiangjun suddenly broke the silence and said excitedly,
She stopped and rummaged through her schoolbag on the bicycle basket for a while, and then she grabbed a cute handmade doll about twenty centimeters in size.
This is a Q-version knitted doll of a little boy. It looks a little silly, but it is very cute.
"Wow, you really made it yourself, Xiangjun, your hands are so skillful!" Wu Yazhen grabbed the two short hands of the doll and played with them for a while.
As she looked at it, she felt something was wrong, because she always felt that the t-irt this little boy was wearing looked particularly familiar. There was an ugly little yellow duck in the middle of the white shirt.
If she remembered correctly, her cousin also had an identical T-shirt, and he was wearing this when he came to pick her up from school during the heavy rain.
Wu Yazhen touched the doll's head, hesitated and asked, "Is this doll you made my cousin?"
"You can actually recognize it, that's amazing!" Shu Xiangjun turned to stare at his little sister in surprise.
This Q-version doll can be recognized without prompting, which shows that she is quite similar.
Wu Yazhen was silent for a while, wondering what kind of expression her cousin would show after knowing that she had been made into a doll.
"Isn't it cute, huh?" Shu Xiangjun asked, leaning against Wu Yazhen's cheek and blinking.
"" Wu Yazhen stared at the little doll in her hand. "It's really cute."
"Hehehe." Shu Xiangjun played with the little doll with one hand while making a strange giggle.
"I made this doll very realistic, you can take it off." Shu Xiangjun suddenly said something that made Wu Yazhen blush, and pointed at the doll's pants with her slender fingers.
"You, you, are you going too far?" Wu Yazhen quickly put the doll into Shu Xiangjun's hands and scolded her incoherently.
"Haha, I lied to you, don't you see there's nothing in this?" Shu Xiangjun laughed in an unfeminine manner, while taking off the doll's trousers and handing them to his little sister Kang, it was very wet and had nothing on it.
No.
"Then you can't make such a joke, it's too unladylike!" Wu Yazhen blushed and felt very angry when she was teased.
"Do you like it? Although I can't give you this, I can make another one for you." The little sister said in a bewitching tone.
"No!" Wu Yazhen shook her head firmly. How embarrassing it would be if her cousin saw her at home.
"Are you worried that your cousin will find out? If you don't take it home from school, wouldn't your brother definitely not know about it?" Shu Xiangjun was like a little bug in her belly, and he immediately guessed her worries.
"Uh" Wu Yazhen glanced at the doll in Shu Xiangjun's hand and fell into deep thought. After a long time, she whispered: "If it's not troublesome, www. Please"
The quality of the handmade dolls made by Shu Xiangjun is indeed very good, and the texture is much higher than the knitted dolls that are cheap outside.
Moreover, she is good at character design, so the dolls she makes have a silly and adorable quality. There should be very few girls who can resist such cute little gadgets.
"Then you want me to add it for you?" Shu Xiangjun asked with a smile, but before he could ask the question, he was immediately interrupted by Wu Yazhen.
"No need, just do as you do."
"Okay." Shu Xiangjun's tone was a little disappointed.
Guan Lang, who was following the two men, pinched his chin suspiciously and fell into deep thought.
He didn't expect to hear such a strange conversation.
Why did they talk about him, and the girl made him such a cute doll? It really goes against his strong and tough masculinity!
As for the existential issue under the doll, he was also very troubled. It didn't seem to be a good idea whether it was there or not. After all, although it was just a doll, it also represented his image.
When the two little sisters parted ways at the fork in the road, Guan Lang quickened his pace to follow his little cousin and patted her lightly on the shoulder.
Wu Yazhen looked back and found that it was Guan Lang. She was so frightened that she froze.
"Cousin?"
It's all because a certain little sister surnamed Shu had a strange conversation with her just now, which made her feel a little timid now.
"Why are you here?" Wu Yazhen swallowed her saliva and asked weakly.
"Oh. I just came here to look at the yard, and I just came out of that intersection." Guan Lang pointed to an alley beside him.
Of course, he wouldn't say that he listened to everything they said about him.