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Before he knew it, the end of the year was approaching, and Heron not only became familiar with the world, but also grew up in it.
The family's New Year's Eve dinner was eaten in a hotel, and many people came, including relatives and friends.
In such a situation, it will inevitably happen—
"Lang Lang, what song did you learn in kindergarten?" Song Qinglian suddenly clicked on He Lang's name and asked him to come out.
"Little Swallow." Helang replied truthfully.
Jiang Jingda turned to look at him, the meaning was unclear, but there was a hint of anticipation and joking in his eyes.
Helang looked up at him, not knowing what he meant.
But Song Qinglian's next sentence was, "Come ahead, sing a song for uncles and aunts!"
Said, and saw her clapping the time with a smile on her face.
"Come on, little swallow~wear a floral dress~"
Hearing the familiar melody, Helang shuddered all over, looked at her in shock, and immediately hid behind Jiang Jingda, thinking in disbelief, his mother wanted him to make a fool of himself in public
Seeing his fuss, Jiang Jingda pursed his lips slightly, and mustered up the courage to help him out.
Helang was very moved. God knows how difficult it is to get Jiang Jingda to speak in front of so many strangers. He just wants to grow up quickly so as not to suffer from these tortures again.
Just when Helang had no love in his life, he managed to get to preschool.
At this time, they had already started teaching pre-English and writing. He just looked at the crooked and reptile-like characters of the people around him. He shook his head and asked the teacher if he could write with a brush.
The teacher thought he was joking, so he stuffed a pencil into his hand.
This pen was very strange for Helang to hold, but Helang still quickly learned how to use it, and he wrote his name beautifully in a short while.
When Song Qinglian took Helang home, the teacher praised him as the best baby with a smile on his face, saying that the handwriting he wrote in the writing class today was better than the teacher's, like a little calligrapher.
The whole family praised him to the sky for this, and Jiang Jingda couldn't help feeling a little proud in his heart, pinched his nose, "Lang Lang can write?"
In fact, this is not something to be happy about... Helang nodded with mixed emotions, then thought for a while, and told him: "Brother, I don't want to write with a pencil, I want a brush."
Jiang Jingda didn't ask any further questions, and immediately went to the stationery store to buy a pen, ink and paper.
Holding the familiar brush again, at the moment when the ink was stained, he seemed to return to the past, and all the memories flooded into his brain from the tip of the brush.
He swipes ink on the rice paper and writes, the pen is full of ink, flowing clouds and flowing water, and the big characters with correct and thick strokes are extremely clear.
The servants passing by were amazed, and Guatu proudly jumped to the side of the rice paper to look at it again and again, and finally took a video of him with Helang's cell phone and posted it on the Internet.
After a while, Song Qinglian was interviewed by a group of local reporters, and Helang was asked to show his calligraphy, go to a local program, and then do a Tong Tong interview with him.
The more Helang thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and immediately grabbed Guatu's ears, "Did you do something?"
Guatu's ears drooped tremblingly, and he held the phone in front of him with both paws.
The headline is a row of large characters: "Shock! A five-year-old wrote this... Surprised everyone!"
Helang frowned, "I don't think the title is right."
"You don't understand the host, this is art, this is a trend." Guatu twitched his beard.
"Really? Why do I feel like you're lying to me?"
Since then, Helang has started to participate in various calligraphy competitions. Because he was too young and won many times, he soon became famous... When he was in elementary school, everyone in the class knew him in advance. The children of other people's families in the mouth of the parents.
The students in the lower grades are familiar with him, not to mention, even the seniors in the senior grades are very familiar with him, not only because of the title of calligraphy genius, but also because he goes to the senior grades every day to brush up his presence—
Helang walked into the senior classroom as if no one was there, squeezed away the girls surrounding Jiang Jingda asking questions, pulled a stool and sat next to him, didn't ask anything, and quietly looked at him with his chin resting on the table.
Jiang Jingda's temperament is calm, and he is also dedicated enough to study diligently. Even in the noisy environment after class, he can continue to read and do problems without changing his face. Don't bother him, and stare at the exercises with himself, he feels that he can't calm down anymore.
Lang Lang couldn't understand their senior year's topic, and his conscience was disturbed by being so indifferent to him. Just as Jiang Jingda was about to close the book, his deskmate Xiao Yang immediately came over and was very interested in He Lang, "The first-grade children are so cute. , Are you looking for a top student in our class again?"
Every time Xiao Yang saw this pink and jade-carved junior kid come to look for his brother, Xiao Yang felt itchy, and immediately reached out to pinch his tender cheeks.
Helang turned his face slightly, and he continued to tease him with his hand, until Jiang Jingda came out and knocked his hand down silently.
Xiao Yang touched his red hand, and didn't dare to say anything, so he sighed and complained enviously, "Oh, I'm still a child, too clingy."
Helang glanced at him and ignored him. In fact, he came to Jiang Jingda for nothing important, but he still insisted on reporting to the seniors on time every day after class. It was not an excuse to ask Jiang Jingda. Or come to him even if you run out of stationery.
Seeing that there were still two minutes left before class, Helang said immediately: "Brother, remember to wait for me at the school gate after school."
"You can go home with your friends." Jiang Jingda said, because he felt that his younger brother didn't get along well with the classmates in the class, and the relationship between the few people who went home together would gradually become harmonious. When he lived in the orphanage, he needed to get along with many people, and he knew the importance of communication.
He felt that his younger brother might be inseparable from him because he was still young.
Although he doesn't reject the feeling of being clinged to by his younger brother, it can even be said that he feels relieved and happy, but for his younger brother, Jiang Jingda still advises him so.
No matter in terms of intelligence or quality, Helang's excellence in calligraphy put him at a distance from everyone from the very beginning. It is common for the teacher to praise and praise him, not to mention that he himself doesn't care about others in class, which inevitably gives people a feeling of embarrassment. The sense of aloofness approaching, the poor students all complained about him.
Helang chose to ignore this. To be honest, he couldn't play with these children, and he didn't need to force it. It was of no benefit to him.
With this time, he might as well guard Jiang Jingda. Every time he comes to the classroom, he can see a group of girls surrounding him and asking questions. He is not disgusted, he just thinks that his partner should not waste time on these girls.
The reason why he will follow closely is also because the heart wall of this object is very high. It can be said that he has always shown his friendliness to him from the first day he met him, but it has been so long that he Show some different care and consideration to yourself.
Maybe he was too hasty, but he knew that what he wanted was more than that, what he wanted was total trust.
"Those people don't like me, and I don't want to go home with them. I only like my brother, and I just want to go home with him." Helang lowered his head, his tone was sullen, and his immature voice was so soft that it made people feel distressed .
Jiang Jingda immediately dismissed all the thoughts that he wanted his brother to get along with others. A strong desire to protect the child in front of him arises spontaneously.
He couldn't bear to let him be wronged, and he didn't feel that his younger brother needed to take the initiative to make friends with someone in order to be happy.
Jiang Jingda thought, he just needs to follow him and be well protected by him in his arms. His younger brother will be the most carefree little prince.
It is the first time someone will say to him with innocence that he only likes his brother, and it is also the first time someone has entrusted him with such trust, which is heavy and precious. other's.
This thought made everything different, as if enlightened, Jiang Jingda found how happy he was with the child's love and dependence on him, which made him like drinking rain.
Helang smiled, seeing the ups and downs in Jiang Jingda's eyes, he immediately shook his hand and discussed: "Brother, I don't want the driver at home to pick me up and drop me off, let's go by bike?"
Children of their age usually ride to school by themselves. The scenery along the way and the cool breeze across their cheeks are something that cannot be experienced in a pick-up car. Helang has seen too many others like this, so he is eager to try it. I never had a chance.
Jiang Jingda followed him and nodded naturally.
The next day the servant prepared a brand new bicycle. Helang stepped on the wheel with great interest, but found that he couldn't, so he handed over the heavy responsibility to Jiang Jingda and sat in the back seat of the bicycle.
Jiang Jingda didn't complain, but his younger brother hugged him too tightly, which made him very uncomfortable, and even his body movements stiffened a lot.
Because he had never been in such a car before, Helang was indeed a little uneasy, his hands were tightly wrapped around Jiang Jingda's waist, and his face was pressed against his back. Such a close distance made his body temperature spread from Jiang Jingda's back all the way to him. on his heart.
Jiang Jingda was originally sensitive and slender, his face was unaffected, but the roots of his ears were so red that they were about to bleed, he grabbed the handlebar even more tightly, took a deep breath before mustering up the courage to ask him not to hug him so tightly.
Helang noticed his discomfort, but rubbed against him maliciously, and said with a smile, "No! What if I fell down? Brother, can you bear it?"
He immediately fell silent. If his younger brother fell, not to mention how distressed he would be, his adoptive mother would never let him go. Jiang Jingda sighed, and simply kept silent, letting him hold him, blushing all the way home.
Jiang Jingda thought that maybe he knew Lang Lang did it on purpose, but he still thought he was a naive child. He likes Lang Lang, and he is willing to be eaten to death by him.
The author has something to say: Let’s answer the two questions. I’m the Gongjie Party, but considering the feelings of the Shuangjie Party, I try not to let the subject have too much contact with people other than Xiaogongs.
There is also the ending, I don’t know if it’s one-on-one or what (np is strictly forbidden, you can’t write it) I plan to write eight worlds, so I want to write eight endings [poof] like a branch, so there is no real attack It’s up to you, just watch whatever you like, just be happy.
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