Chapter 100: Living story

After a few days of sultry heat, Mercury was affected by the hurricane transit, and it continued to rain for three or four days. If the quality of the construction in the interstellar era is hard enough, there may be dragon casualties. +++Full American novel: EbookFREE.me
The kindergarten stopped its classes the day before the hurricane, and resumed classes after the weather was clear.
On the third day of the hurricane crossing, the windows of Xing Fei's dormitory were smashed by stones scraped from the window, and heavy rain wet many books on the shelf. Because Shen Mian lived in the villa of the kindergarten and waited for the hurricane to leave before returning to the dormitory, many books on the bookshelf had been blistered for a day.
Even if it is blown (dry gan), the paper is crumpled, and the writing on it is pasted together. Some serious ones can't read clearly at all, leaving only a black (color).
Xing Fei didn't say anything, but after sitting back, he sat in front of the bookshelf with several blown (dry gan) notebooks on hand, which added up to a stool that the little girl sat on.
This is the various diary notes that Xing Fei has collected since he recognized the characters. Many of these "books" do not even have covers, that is, some old paper is nailed up with staples to make a book, and there are words on the other side of many pages, which are cut from old books. There is also no substantive content in it, many of which are words taught by the old dean.
She didn't speak, and Qin Yi didn't dare to comfort her. She dragged the small sofa and snuggled on Xing Fei. Her tail patted around Xing Fei, delivering silent comfort.
Qin Yi didn't know how to comfort Xing Fei, he could only rub it around Xing Fei.
It must have taken a long time to write such a thick stack of notes. Just soak in water, how sad should I be? But it does not prevent her from understanding this feeling.
Xing Fei smiled at her, and soon lowered her head. A crumpled diary was spread on her lap. Her writing had been huddled together-this was her first diary, which was used by the old dean. She did not order much pages of paper on the old book.
When Qin Yi was embarrassed, the door of the dormitory was lightly buckled twice.
Qin Yi hurriedly looked at Xing Fei, the little girl turned her head slowly, and it seemed that there was no response.
Shen Mian waited for a few seconds outside the door, not being polite, she pushed the door in and found Xing Fei still okay, relieved. Shen Mian stooped down and put down a few boxes in his hand. He Xing was still holding two in his hand. He didn't know what was in it and looked big and heavy.
He Xing said in a soft voice: "Then I will start pretending."
Shen Mian nodded.
He Xing opened several courier boxes, inside which were steel frames and transparent glass.
Qin Yi glanced at it and guessed what it was from a pile of parts-it was a bookcase with a glass door!
Xiaolong Cuo looked at the dean who came over, and he moved out to the dean and ran to help Uncle He.
Shen Mian sat next to Xing Fei and gently embraced her with one hand.
The little girl who was struggling to control her emotions blinked quickly, and quickly reached out her hand and pressed her face: "No, nothing... Dean, go back and rest."
Although the nursery did not have much financial losses, it still caused a lot of trouble after the hurricane. The shed at the back of the ecological field fell and smashed a lot of things. The two housekeeping robots and the uncle of the security team were busy. The dean and congratulations Uncle has been busy all morning.
The dormitory of Xing Fei and Qin Yi had a lot of debris and water because of broken windows. It took a lot of time just to change and clean. And because it was a little girl's room, Shen Mian didn't call other nursery teachers to come in. He picked up a housekeeping robot to clean it up, and he left it to him to organize it by himself.
Xing Fei didn't want to cry at all. The nursery school was already very chaotic. She didn't want the dean to spend too much energy on her, so she turned around and hugged her quietly. "The dean is very hard."
Shen Mian glanced at the notebook. He knew that the extra-rough notebooks were all ordered by the old dean himself. Jiean also had such notebooks. In the past, the old dean would use these papers to practice writing for the little dragon cubs. Jiean also put it away. .
"Not tired," Shen Mian caressed the little girl's soft hair. "Most of the things are done by housekeeping robots. Jiean has replaced the robot parts, and it works more efficiently than before."
Speaking of Jiean, Xing Fei remembered the time he was in the kindergarten before and couldn't help smiling: "Well, Brother Jiean is very powerful."
Xing Fei was quiet in Shen Mian's arms for a while, hearing the sound of metal bumps and Qin Yi's confused question. Xing Fei raised his head from Shen Mian's shoulder socket, only to discover that Qin Yi and Uncle He were assembling something. Qin Yi was holding a stand taller than her, and Uncle He looked at her with a smile, and supported another stand by Qin Yi.
Xing Fei wanted to divert his attention so as not to cry out under the comfort of the dean, so he asked, "Are uncles installing new furniture? There is nothing bad in the room."
Shen Mian hugged her: "Replaced a new bookshelf with a small glass door that can be moved. The original shelf in the dormitory is made of wood, and it has not been used for a few days. It will be moved to the warehouse outside. , Put in the house easily rot."
Xing Fei's eyes lit up-it is a new bookshelf! And it's made of metal.
He Xingyou, Qin Yi, an infinitely powerful helper, comforted Xing Fei's kung fu in Shen Mian, and had already put together a small square. Shen Mian picked up a small leather notebook from the table on the side and put it in, and closed the glass door: "Look, it's appropriate."
Xing Fei carefully took out the leather notebook and opened it to rub on the full pages of the handwriting several times: "This was sent by the dean."
The cover is a fake leather, and there are small clasps and cover back cover. The rain that leaked from the window hit the outer skin, and the inner page is still good.
When she came back, the situation in the nursery school was much better than before, and the dean loved the little dragon cub very much. From a diary book to a library simulation field.
This should be a note, or an essay. The pages are full of Xing Fei's beautiful writings. Shen Mian glanced roughly, and the words were very cute.
The first page remembered that it wasn’t a big deal, but once I had eaten sweet white, Shen Mian had no time to open them, and then I went out. As a brother, Lu Yuan bit off all the sweet white one by one, and was successfully rejected by two little dragon cubs.
There is no ups and downs in the plot, but when you look at it, you can't help but hang a smile. Not to mention the little dragon cub, even adults like Shen Mian couldn't help but want to see what kind of interesting things are written on the next page.
Shen Mian suddenly had an idea: "We can send it for publication."
Xing Fei froze.
Shen Mian: "In this way, even if we can't find the manuscript one day, our Xing Fei's little story has been circulated among other dragons."
"It has become a living story."
It is not everywhere, and everywhere.