Hearing An Yuanyao's words, Liu Changqing was stunned for a moment. Looking at the other party's face, he could clearly see that the other party was asking him seriously.
Think for a moment.
"It's okay..."
Liu Changqing gave his answer after thinking for a moment, and then he felt a little strange about An Yuanyao who asked this question.
"Why do you suddenly ask me if I like short hair?"
"Just now Zhao Xuanwen's mother...does she look good with short hair?"
"..."
An Yuanyao's words made Liu Changqing a little stunned. Then when he realized what he said, he suddenly felt the urge to laugh.
Holding back his smile, he moved his face to the side where An Yuanyao was.
He looked at her with both eyes and lowered his voice.
"So what do you want to say?"
"I just saw you... staring at her..."
"Do you think I like her type?"
"Um……"
"What is going on in your head?"
Sitting upright again, Liu Changqing reached out and turned the car key to start the car.
An Yuanyao looked at him with a somewhat anxious tone.
"so you……"
"dislike."
Liu Changqing gave his answer, checked that there were no pedestrians behind the car, and then drove away.
Say it with your mouth.
"Don't think about such small and messy things. I know what I like."
"..."
An Yuanyao was silent and not talking.
Silent all the way, Liu Changqing returned to the company.
After parking the car, he opened the door and got out of the car. He stood beside the car and waited for An Yuanyao for a while. After seeing that the other party also got out of the car, they walked in together.
An Yuanyao returned to her own small room.
Liu Changqing went to Feng Qian's office.
When he opened the door, he didn't find Feng Qian. Instead, there were only two children lying on the table looking at Liu Changqing who came in through the door.
Liu Xiazhi quickly got down from the chair and trotted up to Liu Changqing, with a worried expression on her face.
After hesitating for a while, he finally asked.
"Is she...sick..."
"I want to call you sister."
Patting his daughter on the head, Liu Changqing corrected her title and then continued.
"She just has a stomachache."
"Is it... that she gets a stomachache when I say I hate her?"
Liu Xiazhi said this sentence with her little head held high.
This made Liu Changqing stunned for a short time.
Is your daughter... caring about that little girl?
I originally thought that Zhao Xuanwen's behavior of hugging her every time he saw her and not letting go would make Liu Xiazhi hate him very much, but judging from his daughter's reaction, did he show affection?
The eyes that looked at her daughter had an obviously worried look in them.
Grinning.
"Don't worry, I just ate too many popsicles, so Xia Zhi should be more careful and don't eat too many popsicles, otherwise you will also get a stomachache."
"Um!"
"Also, don't always say you hate others in the future. This is very rude. If others often say they hate you, will you also feel unhappy?"
"I……"
Liu Xiazhi was unable to answer her father's words for a moment. She opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say, so she finally nodded.
"I know...it won't be like this again..."
"This is right!"
After rubbing his daughter's head, Liu Changqing walked forward, pulled out a chair and sat on it.
An Yuanyao is much more powerful than him.
Now that An Yuanyao has joined him, his daily workload has been greatly reduced, and now he has nothing to do.
Pokemon has come to an end, and only the final background music issue has not yet been resolved, but these are left to Feng Qian to deal with.
Today, Liu Changqing has nothing to do.
With nothing to do, he fell into the role of a dad. He came to the office every day and watched his two children do their homework. When he had nothing to do, he would turn on the computer to code.
The first volume of "Fight Through the Sky" has been published and sold, with average sales, but fortunately it has increased Liu Changqing's income by a factor of 1.
After writing too much, Liu Changqing discovered the drawbacks of writing.
The reason why I chose to write about Fighting to Break the Sky in the first place was because of the popularity of this book in my previous life and its familiar routines.
But after all, it has been a long time. Although there is a vague plot in his mind, it gradually deviates from the theme as he writes. Liu Changqing has made up many plots that never happened in the original work.
Fortunately, it didn't collapse.
There is no doubt that it is about leaping through levels to defeat monsters, and then pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger. However, there are too many repetitive routines, which will inevitably cause readers' aesthetic fatigue.
Occasionally I read the messages in the comment area, and I saw that many readers began to express their opinions on the issue of repeated routines.
But Liu Changqing had no choice.
He also wanted to write a more famous work in his previous life, but he sat in front of the computer and couldn't even compile the first chapter.
Leaning his head on the chair, Liu Changqing looked at the ceiling.
Thinking in my heart.
Just close this book after finishing it...
Feng Shuyan gently put down the pen in her hand, picked up the Chinese textbook placed in front of her, jumped off the chair and ran to Liu Changqing's side, stretched out her little hand and pulled Liu Changqing.
This brought Liu Changqing back from his fugue.
He tilted his head and looked at Feng Shuyan aside, and said.
"What's wrong?"
"Fat uncle, what does this sentence mean?"
After saying this, Feng Shuyan raised the Chinese textbook in her hand and pointed with her finger.
Liu Changqing was stunned for a moment, then reached out and took the textbook handed over by Feng Shuyan, placed it in front of his eyes, and started reading.
It is an ancient poem.
"..."
His brows gradually furrowed.
Who wrote this? Why have I never seen it before? The dynasty is the Zhou Dynasty... The author is Wang Bai?
Is there such a person? Why don't you have any impression?
He tilted his gaze and glanced at Feng Shuyan, who was standing next to him. Liu Xiazhi also stood aside as if joining in the fun.
The two children looked at Liu Changqing.
I focused my attention on the book again, and the more I read, the more baffling I felt. Why did I learn such profound poems in elementary school in February and March?
Goose goose Qu Xiang Xiang Tiange he just opened his mouth.
"Well...this poem..."
"Eh? When did you come back?"
Feng Qian opened the door and walked in. When he saw Liu Changqing surrounded by two children, his words suppressed what Liu Changqing was about to make up.
Seeing Feng Qian come in, Liu Changqing's eyes lit up.
"Come on, Old Feng, please explain the meaning of this poem to your daughter. I have something to take care of."
After saying that, he reached out and handed the textbook to Feng Qian.
He didn't know what happened, but the subconscious reaction of human beings drove Feng Qian to reach out and take it, and looked at the book in his hand.
"Isn't this "Spring Love" written by Wang Bai?"
"Yes, you tell your daughter first, and I'll go out for a while."
Saying this, Liu Changqing quickly stood up from his chair, passed Feng Qian and rushed out of the door.
The three people in the room looked at Liu Changqing walking out of the door. Feng Qian was a little confused about this behavior.
What's the matter... so urgent?
Putting aside these, he looked at his daughter. Feng Qian sat on the chair and began to explain the meaning of the poem to his daughter from the first sentence.