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Bai Fengjiu just shook his head. At this time, the man on the sofa sat up silently and said, "It's okay to help, Jiujii, you have learned the drum kit for so many years, isn't it?"

"I reject."

Chapter 481: Warm poetry under the indifferent appearance

At 5:30 in the afternoon, Bai Fengjiu's father probed from the kitchen, "What do you want to eat?" The lanky man's surname is Qi, Qi Juezhi, and his daughter follows his mother's surname. This father is becoming increasingly nonexistent. Feeling, even simply providing a place to eat.

Zou Jiaqi was a little panicked, "I won't stay for dinner, I'll leave later."

In the first twenty-six minutes and fifty seconds, he was sitting on pins and needles. He regretted that he should have followed the monitor's house with fascination. The atmosphere was really embarrassing.

The most frightening thing is that of the four people in the room, he alone felt uncomfortable. Suddenly he was isolated. Lu Zhengkang and the monitor wrote their homework and even exchanged words with each other casually. Mr. Qi kept hiding. After dinner in the kitchen, steaming rice fragrant floated from the crack of the door, filling the whole living room.

Xiaohua is now afraid and greedy and depressed, afraid of this embarrassing situation, greedy for other people's food, depressed that I can't talk, it is really uncomfortable.

[Zou Jiaqi: Ask me what I think?The idea is to regret, very regretful!

Bai Fengjiu raised her head when she heard the words of Xiaohuawei. She was still sitting, but her neck slowly twisted, moving at a very uniform speed, and her eyes were like a substantial column of cold air, hitting Zou Jiaqi's face little by little.

[Zou Jiaqi: Monitor, are you a robot?very scary!

Mr. Qi stayed, "Oh, just stay and have a meal together. It's okay, just send an email to the family and say it, and let Jiujiu send you off when you finish studying later."

Zou Jiaqi: "Thank you, uncle, but... uh, okay, okay." Goose bumps started to form on his face.

Lu Zhengkang said loudly, "Thank you, uncle, I want to eat braised pork!"

Mr. Qi was stunned for a moment, "Is it braised pork? It's too late, it's made into fried pork with bamboo shoots."

"I also like fried pork with bamboo shoots, thank you uncle!"

Zou Jiaqi's eyelids jumped wildly when Lu Zhengkang looked carelessly.After Mr. Qi retracted his head into the kitchen, Xiaohua Tuan immediately leaned into Lu Zhengkang's ear and asked in a low voice: "When shall we leave?"

"Isn't it okay to go after dinner?" Lu Zhengkang also replied softly. He noticed that Bai Fengjiu's gaze was moving, so he raised his head to meet her gaze. The monitor was still stern and serious, just pouting his mouth. Only then did Lu Zhengkang realize that there was some baby fat on her cheeks, like a little hamster.

Classmate Xiaolu grinned very formulaically, "What's the matter? Have a problem?"

Bai Fengjiu: "I'm thinking why you are not sad."

"Sad? Because you refused to help me? Then I'm a little bit sad," he turned his pen. "But it's actually the same. The band is not a band. It's just to find something for myself. If it makes my grandfather happy Of course it’s good, if not, it doesn’t matter."

Zou Jiaqi tilted his head, "That's not right, shouldn't you give some exciting speeches at this time to move the squad leader and then pull into the band?"

Lu Zhengkang: "...you don't want to look at the ones that are not there. The squad leader doesn't want to join. Do I have to drag her?" He threw down the pen, raised his right hand and held his head, eyes staring To the window of the living room, those potted fruit stems and leaves are luxuriant, decorated with golden red twilight, quite smoky.

He whispered: "Besides, the band was proposed by Su Xiangli, and she is the talker."

Bai Fengjiu: "Will you help what she wants?"

"Of course, I said I would help her for the rest of my life." Xiaolu smiled, "You know." He looked sideways at Bai Fengjiu, but he unconsciously poured out his tender affection. The girl was calm just to be right. It is like the mirror lake reflecting the stars and moon.

[Zou Jiaqi: I feel so superfluous.

Bai Fengjiu: "Is there any love between you?" She looked forward to it abnormally, and she couldn't help herself from all the elegance.

Lu Zhengkang: "...I don't know."

Zou Jiaqi: "What's this, love it, don't you know, don't you like Su Xiangli?"

Lu Zhengkang straightened his back, "It's not like that. Like is not love. It's different in degree. Like can be used to say, but love can't be said casually."

Zou Jiaqi: "Is it so mysterious..." He was a bit shocked by Lu Zhengkang's aura for a while, accepting the baptism of the love saint's words, and suddenly he felt that his outlook on love had improved by leaps and bounds.

Bai Fengjiu held his face in a restrained manner, looking like unprecedented joy, but the joy was not very strong. In Lu Zhengkang’s eyes, the girl who was sorrowful like a lilac, seemed to gently turn the oiled paper umbrella in her hand and spill some drops. The shining rain.Such a demeanor is really rare, and it is hard to believe that such a demeanor appears on Bai Fengjiu.

Zou Jiaqi was fascinated by the look, the monitor’s eyes flew everywhere, the cold air in his bones disappeared without a trace, only the warm spring breeze, the poems and books she read are now alive, breaking through the rigid body, cushioning her soul , Skinned and changed.It wasn't until Bai Fengjiu's eyes stopped on him for a moment that Zou Jiaqi lowered his head flushed.

Bai Fengjiu shook his head and groaned: "Light the lamp at the bottom of the well, Shen Zhuyi, Gonglang Changxingmo Go. The exquisite dice puts red beans on the bones, do you know you don't know if you are in the bone?"

Zou Jiaqi trembled again. Is this talking about me or Lu Zhengkang?

When Lu Zhengkang heard the poem, he felt very agreeable, so he laughed happily. At this time, the kitchen door opened, and Mr. Qi greeted the children to clean up the table. He arranged a homely dinner that was neither rich nor shabby. It was time for dinner. .

After the meal, Bai Fengjiu picked up the well-fed dog, sent the two male classmates out, and all the way back to the station.

When the three came, Lu Zhengkang and Bai Fengjiu were silent, while Zou Jiaqi liked to talk. When the three went there, Lu Zhengkang and Bai Fengjiu had a very happy conversation, but Zou Jiaqi was extraordinarily controlled.

When bidding farewell, Bai Fengjiu apologized to Lu Zhengkang, "The band's affairs really can't help you. It's not that I don't want to, but I can't. I'm really sorry."

Lu Zhengkang suddenly received the e-mail. While comforting the monitor, he took out his cell phone to check it.

The email is quite long, and the sender is Su Xiangli. She said that she has found the band members, and there is a music teacher who will be responsible for the training of the band. There will be a music festival in the summer, and they can try to participate.

"Oh roar, okay, the band has gone."

...

Bai Fengjiu brought the dog to his mother's house.

The woman asked her, "Did those two boys come to you today, or your dad?"

"Find me, want me to be the band drummer."

"Didn't agree?"

"No." Bai Fengjiu was expressionless, and her mother was also expressionless.

"That's good, you are still studying at this stage. Go to the bedroom to take online classes, and I go to work. Have you fed Zongzong?" A woman's life pattern is contrary to that of her family. She goes out at night, and Lu Zhengkang sees She thought of walking the dog as a walk after a meal, but in fact it was an early exercise for a woman.

"Hey." Zongzong is the Chihuahua.

"Well, that's good. I have to return it to others in two days. Don't be hungry." The woman packed Kun's bag and went out.

The door was closed, and the night was deeply wrapped around Bai Fengjiu. She only reacted at this time, chatting with her mother for so long, no one thought of turning on the lights.

Chapter 482: Su Huai Fei Xing, Jiang Bo Fuying

Today is May 12, 2090, April 13th.

The fourth month of the lunar calendar is also called Qinghe. In the Song Dynasty, Wang Zhidao had a poem saying: "Qinghe is in the preface, and the sky is full of grass and water."

In the early summer, Jiangnan has a quiet and lively climate.This year’s rainy season came early again. The cloudy day seemed to be dim, and the intermittent drizzle lasted for six or seven days. Today it was slightly sunny. When you get up early, you can see the open mouth of the southeast sky. The clouds are high and low, and there are gray clouds. The light-colored ribbon of the morning glow floated, and at noon, the gap of the clouds moved to the southwestern sky, the sapphire dome was clear and comfortable, and in the evening, it was overcast again, and a thin layer of plump clouds was floating and undulating lead gray. The shadows are like fine fish scales, and the dark sky makes people sleepy.

The morning news broadcasts some cutting-edge scientific and technological construction achievements.Whatever the Mars 6 ecosphere was completed ahead of schedule, what was the completion of new equipment for the advancement of the moon, and things that are too far away from the lives of the people, everyone heard nothing.

For the hard-working schoolboys, they have only one purpose for reading news: keeping up with current events.At that time, the political exam will probably be used.

The school exam is coming soon, and everyone can feel a huge pressure stuck on the top of their heads. The more ordinary the class, the more solemn the atmosphere of urgency.