225 Extra Story: Wei Lan (5)
Spoiler: Wei Lan (5)
Wei Xun did what he said, went back to the study, found a new one, and was about to start writing. The moment he wrote, Wei Xun looked at his notebook, and felt that this kind of notebook that flipped pages from side to side seemed inconvenient to write sometimes. After careful consideration, he finally took out a brand new homework of his own, and started writing on it.
He didn't write according to the words on the copybook, but excerpted a few texts from Wei Lan's language book, and when Wei Lan was still watching the animation, he went downstairs and handed him the copybook.
Wei Lan took it, looked at the cover, and thought it should be Wei Xun's homework.
He turned over the cover and the first page, and the second page was filled with words written by Wei Xun. His handwriting is beautiful, as if printed, every word is square, the strokes are clear, and it looks full of precision. Wei Lan looked at it, feeling a little ashamed.
Wei Xun pointed to the second blank line below the first line, and said in a calm tone, "Write in these blank lines according to the previous line."
Wei Lan nodded, "I know."
Seeing that he had no objections, Wei Xun turned around and prepared to go back upstairs.
Wei Lan quickly grabbed his sleeve, Wei Xun looked back at him, Wei Lan raised the hand, "I finished writing, can I go upstairs to do my homework?"
He loosened Wei Xun's sleeves, and pointed to the sofa he was sitting on now, "It's not very comfortable to do homework here."
Wei Xun put his hands in his pockets and asked him, "Do you know what it means to push an inch?"
Of course Wei Lan knew this idiom. After thinking about it, he flipped through his schoolbag and took out a sticky ball, "This is for you."
Wei Xun was a little curious, "Do you go to school every day to study or to play with toys?"
"Study, and play with toys by the way. Brother, don't you play games between classes?"
Wei Xun shook his head.
Wei Lan gave him a reasonable explanation, "Because you are high school students, you are older than us, and we are still primary school students."
This reason is very sufficient and well-founded. But Wei Xun still felt that his toys were really too much.
Wei Lan held the sticky ball and asked him, "Is it okay?"
"Let's talk about it after you write it." Wei Xun said, turned and walked towards the stairs.
Wei Lan thought about his words for a while, and felt that she still had a chance, so she carefully put away the bag, and put the sticky ball on the stairs on the second floor when she left that day.
Going to school the next day, Wei Lan started to practice calligraphy after morning reading. He wrote very seriously, stroke by stroke, slowly and carefully imitating Wei Xun's calligraphy. As his deskmate, Yuan Xiaopang was lying on the other side of the table watching his movements, and was so impatient that he wanted to write for him quickly.
"You write too slowly, Xiaolan."
"Don't make noise," Wei Lan didn't raise her head, "I'm serious, I have to write like this."
"Isn't it enough to write? You have to look like it."
"Just writing, but not like writing, what is it called practicing calligraphy?"
"But you're too slow, so when will we be able to play football?" Yuan Xiaopang held his round face in his hands, very worried.
"Wait until I write this page, don't worry, I..." Wei Lan stared blankly at the closed word that she wrote wrongly, and then looked at Yuan Xiaopang angrily, "You, shut up! It's all your fault, now 'closed' is not 'closed', it has become 'leisure', if you talk to me again, interrupt my writing, I won't play football with you."
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Yuan Xiaopang quickly covered his mouth, "Stop talking, stop talking."
Yu Ling and his tablemate went to the school's small supermarket to buy snacks and came back. Yuan Xiaopang covered his mouth and reassured Wei Lan that he gave Yuan Xiaopang and Wei Lan a bottle of yogurt in his arms, and then shared them. He gave them some snacks, and said with a smile, "Xiao Pang, you made Xiao Lan angry again."
Yuan Xiaopang argued aggrievedly, "Don't blame me."
"It's your fault. Anyway, you are not allowed to talk anymore, otherwise the food will not be given to you."
Wei Lan said, and put all the snacks to her side.
"Lingling gave it to us!" Yuan Xiaopang argued.
"If you bother me again, I won't have you." Wei Lan said, lowering her head and continuing to practice calligraphy.
Yuan Xiaopang felt wronged, looked up at Yu Ling, and accused Wei Lan of her bad behavior. Yu Ling smiled and raised her hand to cover her eyes, saying very shamelessly, "I didn't see anything."
Yuan Xiaopang was so angry that he unscrewed the cap of the yogurt bottle angrily, and drank several sips of yogurt to calm his anger.
It took Wei Lan all morning to finally imitate writing all the characters. While eating potato chips, he sighed, "I'm so tired! It's not easy!"
Because Yuan Xiaopang didn't bother Wei Lan to practice calligraphy all morning, and performed well, he successfully obtained the qualification to eat snacks. He was puzzled, "Then you still write, and you still write so seriously."
"That brother of his must have asked him to write it." Yu Ling said.
Wei Lan nodded, "He asked me to practice according to his calligraphy, so he specially wrote the calligraphy for me."
When Wei Lan was practicing calligraphy in the morning, Yu Ling looked at it for a long time, so she said with emotion, "His handwriting is so beautiful."
Wei Lan nodded, "Yes."
"So, you really should practice according to his words." @无限好文，全在
Wei Lan gave her a sad look.
Yu Ling smiled, "In this way, among the three of us in the future, only Xiaopang's handwriting is not good."
Yuan Xiaopang, who was eating potato chips, was taken aback when he heard the words. Wei Lan looked at him and patted his shoulder, "Don't be afraid, I'll give you the copybook from before, and you should practice hard, you and us It's the same."
Yuan Xiaopang, who was inexplicably decided to also practice calligraphy, looked bewildered. Before he could refuse, Wei Lan put the thick copybook that Yu Ling gave him into Yuan Xiaopang's hand, "Come on."
"I..." Yuan Xiaopang wanted to refuse, but Yu Ling interrupted him, "I will check you regularly, this is a copybook I bought specially, you are not allowed to throw it away, and you are not allowed to perfunctory me, or I will get angry gone."
As the only girl among the three of them, Yu Ling enjoyed the privilege of not being angry, so Yuan Xiaopang could only look at the copybook in his hand, and agreed with a depressed mood.
In the evening, Wei Lan went to Wei Xun's house again. He was in a good mood, so as soon as Wei Xun came back, he took his copybook to offer treasures.
"I wrote it." He said while turning the page for Wei Xun.
Wei Xun reached out and took it over, and looked at it seriously. Seeing that he was silent, Wei Lan kept saying good things to herself next to him, "I wrote seriously, and Yuan Xiaopang asked me to play with me. I didn’t go, he talked to me, but I didn’t let him talk, for fear that he would disturb me. I wrote in get out of class, and I also wrote after class. I worked hard.”
"So you didn't pay attention in class?" Wei Xun grasped the point keenly.
Wei Lan shook her head again and again, "No, it's an art class. The teacher asked us to draw, and there was no lecture, so I wrote it."
"Then the teacher asked you to draw the picture, but you didn't draw it?"
"That's homework, it's due in the next class, I'll just go home and draw." Wei Lan answered fluently.
Wei Xun glanced at him, but didn't speak.
Wei Lan asked him, "What do you think of my writing? Is it okay?"
Wei Xun looked at the homework in his hand, and he could see that Wei Lan really wrote very seriously, every word and strokes were very clear, and there was no such thing as his usual handwriting that was staggered when writing. Moreover, there were a few The simple words do have some resemblance.
"Well enough."
"Then can I go upstairs to do my homework?" Wei Lan tentatively asked.
Wei Xun looked at him, "What do you think?"
Wei Lan replied shamelessly, "I think it's fine."
When he said this, he even nodded his head to show his affirmation.
Wei Xun looked at his emotional movements and thought it was quite interesting. He looked at the expectant child in front of him, and felt that it would be good to raise such a child. Wei Lan was very happy and lively every day, and even having it could make him feel better. In this world, some people keep cats, some people keep dogs, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with raising a child.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Wei Lan just looked at herself and reminded him, "You took my sticky ball yesterday."
"So?"
"The sticky ball is exchanged for the qualification to go upstairs to do homework. If you accept it, then I can go upstairs." Wei Lan has a reason.
"Then I'll pay you back?" Wei Xun said intentionally.
Wei Lan quickly waved her hand, "I'll accept everything, and if you return it, you accept it, which means you agree."
Wei Xun saw his anxious face and was still busy reasoning, and thought it was a little funny, he didn't say any more, lowered his head, changed his shoes, and walked towards the stairs.
Wei Lan followed behind him and asked him curiously, "Is it possible?"
"Wait until you practice calligraphy tomorrow."
"Then I will assume that if I write well tomorrow, you will promise me."
Wei Xun glanced back at him, "You have an idea."
Wei Lan smiled, as if he agreed, "Thank you brother."
Wei Xun looked at him and laughed at himself. He didn't refute what he said before. He just looked at Wei Lan for a while before turning around and going upstairs again.
Wei Lan did her homework before eating, and only reserved one question for Wei Xun. During the meal, Wei Lan still told him in advance that he would have to explain a question to him after dinner, but Wei Xun agreed without saying a word.
Aunt Wang made sweet and sour short ribs again today. Wei Lan liked this dish very much, and ate the short ribs one after another.
Wei Xun glanced at him inadvertently, only to find that there were only small ribs in his bowl and no other vegetables. Wei Xun unconsciously looked at him twice more, and saw that Wei Lan was eating the short ribs very attentively. After eating one, he immediately picked up the next one. He recalled the scene of them eating together with some uncertainty, and was surprised to find that in his limited memory, Wei Lan seemed to only eat a certain dish all the time, and didn't touch other dishes.
Wei Xun felt that he already knew him well, so it was definitely not because he was polite or embarrassed, but because he was picky about food.
He raised his chopsticks and held down Wei Lan's chopsticks, and then pinched the chopsticks in the small row again. Wei Lan looked back at him in confusion, "What's wrong?" @无限好文，全在
His mouth was red with some sweet and sour sauce.
"Wipe your mouth." Wei Xun said.
Wei Lan looked around, and finally turned her gaze back to Wei Xun, "The paper is on your side."
So Wei Xun took out a piece of paper and handed it to him.
Wei Lan took it, wiped her mouth, "Okay."
Satisfied, Wei Xun began to ask his own question, "Did Aunt Wang only cook one dish?"
Wei Lan shook his head.
"The other dishes are not delicious?"
"No."
"I won't let you eat?"
"No."
"Then why do you only eat this one dish?"
Wei Lan was immediately caught by the question, he was very picky eater, he only liked to eat meat, not vegetables. Usually when eating with Wei Xi or Wei Ming, Wei Xi and Wei Ming would always put vegetables in his bowl and watch him eat. Wei Lan belongs to the kind of person who has his own set of principles since he was a child. If he doesn't like the food in his bowl, he will eat it obediently. But if it is not in his bowl, he doesn't like it. Will allow myself not to eat a bite.
When Wei Lan was most guilty, when Wei Xi and Wei Ming talked about something, both of them forgot to bring him some food, so he quickly ate the food he wanted, and when Wei Xi and Wei Ming realized it, they prepared When serving food for him, he jumped three feet high, shouted "I'm full", and ran out of the restaurant, proud of his intelligence and agility.
Part of the reason why he likes to come to Wei Xun's house so much is that although Wei Xun shares the table with him, he never cares about what he eats, and he can eat only the meat he likes without restraint. He always thought that this situation would last forever, but now, Wei Xun seemed to have discovered it.
Wei Xun looked at him and laughed guilty, and said haha, "Because this small rib is delicious, brother, you can eat one, it's really delicious."
He picked a piece for Wei Xun and put it in his bowl, and motioned Wei Xun with his eyes to taste it.
Wei Xun bowed his head and took a bite as he wished, and commented, "Not bad."
"Really?" Wei Lan defended herself, "That's why I couldn't help but eat a few more dollars."
"You also know that you ate too much, so what do you think should be done with the remaining few pieces?"
Wei Lan looked at him and said sadly, "Of course I leave it to my brother."
"So sensible?" Wei Xun looked at his heartache and asked him.
Wei Lan nodded sadly, not forgetting to praise herself, "I've always been very sensible."
Wei Xun thought it was cute that he pretended to be willing even though he was clearly reluctant. He gave a rare smile, looked at Wei Lan in front of him who was reluctant to give up his love, and said softly, "Sensible children should be rewarded."
"For example, let me go upstairs to do my homework?" Wei Lan saw a ladder and began to climb up.
Wei Xun shook his head. He picked up the chopsticks, picked up lettuce without haste, and put it into Wei Lan's bowl. "For example, I'll help you pick up the vegetables."
Wei Lan looked at the lettuce in her bowl and felt that she was not feeling well.
Taking advantage of his blank moment, Wei Xun put the other dishes on the table into the bowl for him one by one.
Only then did Wei Lan realize that she was protecting her bowl and shouted, "Enough is enough, I can't eat, enough is enough brother."
Wei Xun looked at his hand protecting the bowl, and said, "Take your hand away."
Wei Lan looked at him pitifully, "It's really enough."
"You don't usually eat so little."
"I'm not hungry today." Wei Lan replied quickly.
"What did you tell me when Aunt Wang brought the dishes just now?" Wei Xun asked him.
Wei Lan: "..."
Wei Xun said softly: "Tell me, I'm so tired of practicing calligraphy today, you should eat more."
Wei Lan: ...
Wei Lan silently withdrew her hand. He shouldn't just keep Yuan Xiaopang silent, he shouldn't speak either!
Wei Xun put the vegetables in his bowl into his bowl, "Okay, let's eat."