A good night dream till dawn.
When the alarm clock ticked off, he squirmed dissatisfiedly in the mist in the wheat cloud. Next to him, a strong arm stretched out, and then the sound of the alarm clock stopped abruptly.
Consciousness gradually returned, and the quilt was slightly lifted, and an arm was wrapped around her waist. After that, a strong and warm chest was pressed against her cheeks, and the familiar faint mint smell immediately filled her senses.
At the moment helpless and angry, this rascal, last night she couldn't hold back to sleep and didn't have the energy to drive him away, so he couldn't go back again.
I always feel sleepy recently, as if I don't get enough sleep. His head was in a chaotic state, and it seemed that a heavy object was weighing down. With all his strength, he just opened his eyelids and glanced at the window. Behind a layer of cotton curtains, it looks hazy and faint. Time to wake up! ! !
As if understanding her thoughts, the people on the pillow used both hands and feet to hold her whole body tightly, and said, "It's still early, I'll go to bed later." His voice was a bit hoarse and erratic, as if talking in a dream.
In the cold winter morning, there is nothing like these words that make Qianmai like this. But the reason that gradually came back told her that she had no extra time to waste now. Suhand pushed his bare chest feebly, and murmured almost silently: "Dongfang Mingyue, it's time to get up."
By saying this, he was asked to let go, and he was doing ideological work on himself, who was drowsy again.
Peng Chen heard clearly, his brain flashed, and suddenly he remembered a certain fragment in the "Book of Songs", and the corners of his mouth could not be restrained and slightly cocked. Instead of letting go, he rolled over to tie her tighter. Closing her eyes, she rubbed her neck affectionately: "The East is bright, the moonrise light..."
The zero-distance voice murmured into her ears clearly. Feeling the strong and powerful beating of his heart, Qian Mai blushed for a moment under the quilt. Of course she knew what the next sentence of the article was (Chong Fei Xie, Sweet and Child Dreaming), grabbed his hand that was constantly making trouble, and hurriedly stopped the interruption and said, "Msgong, you are very literary."
"Haha, thank you lady for the praise." Peng Chen cheeked and accepted all the orders, automatically ignoring the joking and ridicule in her words.
Sure enough, even with his eyes closed, Qianmai also rolled his eyes to express his inner contempt. This idiot is really complimenting him. Don't even think about it, Huayang City has been rainy for more than half a month, where is the "Moonrise Light" coming from.
"Did you dream at night?"
"Huh?" I don't know why he suddenly said such a foreign word.
"At three o'clock in the morning, you suddenly chuckled and frightened me."
"Oh my God! Really?" Qianmai looked up suddenly, and all the sleepy bugs ran away.
"Of course it is true. I laughed for two minutes. For a while, it was like a mouse squeaking its teeth, and for a while it was like a cartoon witch chanting a spell..."
cut! Latent wheat is not contemptuous, so he can't tell a little lie in a considerate and kind way, saying that she smiles as graceful and psychedelic as the Mona Lisa.
Before Peng Chen could finish making fun of him, he received a few cat-like scratches on his chest. Qian Mai frowned while violent, "It shouldn't be so scary, she seems to have a very happy dream at night. However, if this is true, then she will never dare to stay overnight... "
Seeing her frowning slightly in thought, Peng Chen was absolutely overwhelmed, and he was really approved by him. So he grabbed her hand and asked curiously: "What dream is it? Is there me in the dream?" It's best not to bully him happily to drink porridge, otherwise she will look good. Depressed, is it destined to suffer if you fall in love first? He has nothing to do with her now.
"It must be a good dream." Qianmai didn't know the little Jiujiu in his belly, shaking his head, thinking firmly and resolutely. But sadly, with just such a slight shake, the dream that clearly felt impressive was turned into a mirrored look.
Then, after searching for the carpet for most of the day, it only seemed vaguely hazy.
In the dream, the sun was shining brightly, and a small and slim tree suddenly grew in front of the small high-levels of "Huacheng Jiayuan". Under photosynthesis, the small tree magically began to branch out and joint, and within a short time, it "cocked" and grew into a towering tree. The branches are sturdy, the green leaves are luxuriant, and the height is exactly as high as the window sill of their house. When she got up in the morning, she opened the sliding door and went out to the balcony. The eyes were full of fresh and pleasant green, and a small bird with a bright coat and a long tail flew over and whirled and danced around her, instantly becoming extremely happy.
Peng Chen didn't give a lot of face, and he laughed as he listened: "The tree in your dream, what kind of fertilizer, is it growing fast. Our house is on the 19th floor, the 19th floor..."
Qian Mai glared at him irritably, and became angry: "No? It's rare and weird. I haven't read "Journey to the West". Should I have heard that water is oil and stones are turned into gold?" Stinky guy, there is no fantasy . I laughed so loudly, I won't tell him anymore.
The two woke up early, but it was still a little late when they left the house.
After breaking up at the crossroads by the Moon Lake, Qianmai walked towards "Lovely You" along the Lakeside Avenue, while Peng Chen slowly followed the traffic out of the city, and then quickly drove towards Wenzhou.
Early in the morning, the streets have become bustling. Today is the day when government agencies and institutions officially began to adjust their holidays. Overnight, there were more than N vehicles on the streets of Huayang for returning home and sightseeing. The shops on both sides of the street are brightly lit, and marketing activities are emerging one after another, reflecting the red lanterns that are hung up high, everywhere is full of joy.
The sky is gray and the sun has not been seen for a long time, and the whole city is shrouded in intermittent winter rain, and it is still very cold. But this did not affect the mood of the public during the festival, nor did it prevent the store from making a fortune and doing business at all.
Across a large expanse of transparent glass, "Xin Peng Ji"'s steaming food smells especially attractive in the cold winter. Looking around the enthusiasm in the hall, Shen Zhou shrugged and took an exaggerated breath, jokingly said, "This is not the smell of food, but the smell of money."
Also benefiting from the weather is "Avel". In the accounting room, staring at the constantly changing sales amount on the computer screen, Nan Haoran's mouth was slightly turned upward, and Nan Weiwei, who was following him, suddenly felt that the world was shining.
In the midst of the busy schedule, everyone worked overtime according to the "old rules", happily calculating the doubling of wages and bonuses they were about to get, and Qianmai was the first to eat crabs and handed out the leave request. In Nan Haoran's cold eyes, he successfully jumped to the top of the "Avril" gossip list again.
It's really not that she just likes to be pushy, it's a public and private dilemma.
Half a month ago, a letter from the Education Bureau of Huayang City arrived unexpectedly. BALABALA promoted campus culture and invited the "lovely you" to participate in the New Year's Day campus cultural performance. I can see that the faculty and staff of the entire training class are at a loss. When did the group of people from the Education Bureau be so approachable and sincerely welcome the students of the private training class to participate in theatrical performances.
Doubts go to doubts, it's not good to throw them aside and give a cold face, people say they are yamen with official characters. A group of people carefully considered it, and generally speaking, there are advantages and no disadvantages to participating in theatrical performances. To the small, it is possible to let the children come on stage to see the world, and to the big, it is the sense of collective honor, collective cohesion, teamwork and so on.
Latent Wheat also felt that it would create a colorful memory for the children, and when they grew up drinking, eating and gathering, it might be a meaningful thing to chew, so he agreed.
A simple discussion meeting was held, and the programs were determined according to the children's specific conditions, and then they divided their work. Later, when the company was busy with work, she rarely intervened in the later rehearsals. This afternoon is the day when the children practice hard for many days and formally perform on stage. In any case, she is bound to be there.
Pushing open the door of "cute you", it was quiet inside, only the slight sound of the lady at the front desk knocking on the keyboard while nesting behind the computer.
Qian Mai looked around and asked strangely: "Where are the others?" It shouldn't be so quiet. Although these children don't make loud noises, they still make other noises from time to time when they are laughing and chasing and playing.
The lady at the front desk was obviously taken aback when she saw her. She turned the mouse to the right and quickly closed the online game page. She stood up with a blushing face, embarrassed by being caught. Said: "Only Teacher Sun was upstairs, and the others took their children to the auditorium to familiarize themselves with the performance environment."
So, Qianmai said that he knew it with a light "Oh". Asked again: "Has Chen Mo sent down the New Year gifts for everyone?"
"Posted, the teacher and the children liked it very much, saying thank you Miss Qian..." The receptionist replied respectfully. I don’t know what’s going on. Ever since I was teased that I didn’t know Taishan and couldn’t figure out that the person who paid me was the girlfriend of the owner of Yuehu Villa, she was very calm about this no matter what the scene was. Boss, just a little scared.
In this case, Qianmai didn't ask much, and said lightly: "It's okay, you continue to be busy." Then he turned around and walked upstairs. When I walked to the corner of the stairs, I heard the lady at the front desk sigh and slap her chest exaggeratedly on the office chair. She couldn't help being funny, is she so scary
Climbing up the stairs and entering the office on the third floor, Sun Hongmei really looked at her with Lin Daiyu's cheeks in it. Question: "What are you thinking about?"
Sun Hongmei looked up and saw her also slightly surprised: "Oh, busy people are here!"
Qianmai smiled embarrassedly, because he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to take a leave of absence, so he didn't notify them in advance that they would come. I pulled a chair and sat down next to her. I saw a piece of white paper spread out in front of it, with keywords such as "music, costumes, props, background" sparsely written on it, and the following things were not overwhelming and listed in great detail.
"Almost ready, right?"
"You're embarrassed to ask, these were originally your work." Sun Hongmei put the pen on the table and lost no time in sarcasm. She knew that this person was a hand shaker, but she didn't expect her to shake it so thoroughly.
"Hey, what am I worried about when you are here." She was very relieved of them. Having said that, I pushed a set of imported skin care products.
Sun Hongmei took a closer look and didn't shirk it. After thanking her generously, she said with a smile: "Wait when you watch the rehearsal video, you will know that this set of skin care products is not wronged."
It is indeed not injustice. The computer turned on, and the children's voices and smiles appeared on the screen. Or innocent and simple, or naive, or mischievous, very cute. If it weren't for a sign language teacher gesturing to show the rhythm, almost no one could see how they differed from ordinary children.
At the beginning, after considering all aspects of this group of children, Qianmai decided to set the show on the costume show she is most familiar with, and named it as "Childhood".
It doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to sing or dance. It’s easy to walk around on the stage when you are shopping. It doesn’t matter if you are nervous or have a stiff expression. It doesn’t matter if you walk cold and cold. It doesn’t matter if you have a dark skin and a rustic temperament. You can still take the stage steps; it doesn’t matter if the stage steps are out of tune or rhythm. Rolling and making a circle may be more interesting...
In short, she set the standard in the simplest and easiest place.
Unexpectedly, these children gave her such a great surprise. In a few days, to train a group of rural children who have never been exposed to stage performances in such a way, you can imagine the hard work of Chen Mo and the others.
After listening to Sun Hongmei talking about the incidents during the rehearsal, the two studied the video several times. As a clothing professional, Qianmai naturally has a unique right to say. Now he is holding these clothes bought from various places and going home, tick and tick in front of the sewing machine is another way of grooming.
By the time Chen Mo and Wang Zhigao returned with the "small troops", it was almost noon. Everyone didn't care about meeting to explain the situation, and was busy calling for takeaways to settle lunch, and then they kept putting on makeup and changing clothes.
The thick eyebrow pencil is drawn, the thick blush is swept, and the gorgeous lipstick is applied. Children look at me, I look at you, gesticulating and giggling. The four slightly talking children couldn't help laughing and looking in the mirror and began to tease each other.
Although not much in contact, Cao Shan still clearly shows a strong sense of attachment to Qianmai. After Sun Hongmei put on his make-up and changed clothes, she quietly stuck to Qianmai, and handed him a comb, styling water or something from time to time.
Qian Mai Mai is tying Zhou Yan'er's hair. Irregular and playful little braids, it is still difficult to deal with the beauty of natural interlacing. After finally handling it, turned around and turned the hairpin in the dressing box, ready to do the final beautification work.
The adults were busy separately, and without paying attention, Cao Shan mischievously pulled Zhou Yan'er's little hair. No one noticed that he smiled and pointed to her well-makeup blushing face, and gestured. Then, I saw Zhou Yan'er becoming angry, chasing her hands and feet in anger and beating him. It seemed that this was not enough to vent his anger. He flushed, and kicked him a few legs again, "monkey... butt... you... monkey fart... stock..."
The indoor brakes became quiet, and the adults were surprised at first, and then they looked at each other as if they had a great surprise.
Qian Mai was the first to react, and rushed over and picked Zhou Yan'er. He was so excited that he didn't know what to say, and subconsciously circled the place. When he came back to his senses, two lines of tears had already flowed quietly.
Chen Mo led the faculty and staff to applaud vigorously, and the circles under his eyes were also red. It's great, there is no better New Year gift than this. Although I have never thought about getting the children in return, I have been working hard for half a year, as if it was just for this moment. Only after a deep understanding can I know how precious it is to these children that ordinary people can't even blurt out a word.
The children realized later that they didn't know what happened, and they were a little dazed and inexplicable. Including Zhou Yan'er in Qianmai's arms. Neither gesturing to ask, nor struggling, she was quietly held by Qianmai, her big beautiful eyes flickering.
Qianmai's emotions were hard to control, her lips trembled with excitement, and even her voice changed. I grabbed Zhou Yan'er's little hand close to her throat, and let her feel her vibrating vocal cords, saying: "Yan'er, happy new year! You can talk, you can say'monkey butt'. Say it again for everyone."
Nearby, the special education teacher also gesticulated Yin Yin and encouraged: "Yan'er, tell everyone again, you just did it, and you can do it now."
Zhou Yan'er’s pressure was obvious in the eyes of everyone, her eyes were a little trance, and a little shy, but she still obediently, worked very hard, and opened her mouth very hard to spit out three words: "Monkey... fart..." although it is very quiet and very quiet. Stiff, even vague, and not very clear, but to the people present, it is not too natural.
Sun Hongmei did not have as much self-control as others. She was moved to tears and stammered with tears in her eyes: "I want to record this incident... Write it in our "Memorabilia". On the last day of 2005, Yan'er could speak, and the first sentence she said was... "Monkey Butt"".
When everyone heard this, they all laughed at this distinctive word. Even Sun Hongmei couldn't help but become crying and laughing, wiping her tears and shyly retracting behind her husband Wang Zhigao.
The four naughty and talking children saw the adults weird and hurriedly asked the special education teacher. After making a gesture, they knew the whole story, and their eyes immediately became shining. He drew other children together, gesticulating, clapped and teased Zhou Yan'er in a substandard way: "Monkey fart... stock, monkey... butt..."
The faculty and staff in the first room looked at it, amused. The tears were wiped away, listening to the noisy applause, but my heart was extremely happy. This is really a good sign.
Liu Feipeng was covered in wind and rain and pushed the door in. Seeing the strange scene inside, he couldn't help but was shocked, and asked jokingly: "Has the most popular vocabulary in 2006 come out?"
Indoors, laughter blasted again. Wang Zhigao stood by the door, patted Liu Feipeng's broad shoulders, and said: "Yes! The most popular auspicious word next year is'monkey butt'." How, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support authors, support genuine reading!)