Chapter 224: Extra 33

224 Fanwai: Wei Lan (4)
Fanwai: Wei Lan (4)
There has been time and time again, time and time again and again, Wei Lan has never been a person who wronged himself, not when he was a kid, nor when he grew up. He likes to stay at Wei Xun's house. Even though Wei Xun is upstairs most of the time, there are other people in the house, which makes Wei Lan very comfortable.
Wei Xun feels helpless about his self-familiar character, but can't help it. He is like a lion used to living alone, and can refuse others to enter his territory, but every time when Wei Lan smiles, he takes it out of his pocket The toy was handed to him, and when he exchanged his entry qualification, he unconsciously let him in.
Over time, Wang Ye no longer asked, and every time Wei Lan pressed the doorbell, Wang Ye opened the door for him to come in.
Wei Lan noticed the change in the middle, and began to come to Wei Xun more often. Sometimes Wei Yan was busy and would call him in advance to tell him that he would come home late at night to keep him at home. Wei Lan promised, but when the driver who picked him up passed him by Wei Xun's house, he would get off the car, and then he called or sent a message to Wei Xun to tell her to go to Wei Xun's house.
Wei Yan was still worried at first, but after that, he was not surprised.
She asked Wei Lan, "Will Weixun not bully you?"
Wei Lan shook her head. "No."
"You always go to his house like this, won't he get angry?"
"No." Wei Lan bite a straw to drink. "If he gets angry, he won't let me in his house."
"Will you be embarrassed yourself?"
"No." Wei Lan had his own reasoning. "He agreed with me to enter the house, and I gave him the toys I liked, and he obediently listened to what he and his aunt said. It was fair."
Wei Zheng held his hand to look at him, "You are really your grandfather's grandson, so you have a lie."
Wei Lan doesn't think this is a fallacy. He thinks he is very reasonable, so he sounded the doorbell with confidence, and all Wei Wei said to him, "Weixun is not a fuel-saving lamp, but a growing lion. "Lion, need to beware." This principle is stacked aside.
If he bullies me, I will leave, Wei Lan tells himself, but now he has not bullied me, so I can continue to come to him to play.
Wang Ye opened the door and let him in. He came early this time. Wei Xun hadn't finished school yet. Only Wang Ye was at home. Seeing him coming, Wang Xi washed some fresh fruits and put them on the coffee table. Wei Lan has been here many times, so there is no need for Wang Ye's hospitality. He thanked him, and Wang Ye went back to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Wei Lan took out her homework and lay down on the coffee table to start writing homework.
The height of the sofa and coffee table is actually not suitable for homework. Wei Lan wrote for a while, and felt a little uncomfortable. He looked around, looking for a lower stool, but he didn't see it. Wei Lan couldn't find it, so he had to ask Wang Ye to help him. Wang Ye asked him to wait, and then he didn't know where he went. He took out a small round stool, and Wei Lan sat on the stool and felt a little more suitable. Start the homework again.
Wei Xun returned home from school, and saw Wei Lan sitting on a small stool in front of the coffee table, reading an assignment while writing. Probably heard the door open, Wei Lan looked up at him, then smiled happily, "Brother you are back."
His words were very natural, light and bright, and Wei Xun listened, and Huang Zhong had the illusion that Wei Lan had been in this room all the time.
He didn't speak, lowered his head and changed his shoes, and kicked the illusion out of his mind.
Wei Lan saw him return, put down his pen, looked at him, wondering what he would do next.
Unsurprisingly, Wei Xun changed his shoes and went straight upstairs.
Wei Lan took a look at his exercises and left one without writing, and plans to wait for a while to ask him.
Wei Xun still came downstairs when he was eating. As before, he sat at a table with Wei Lan to eat. He didn't like talking when eating. To be precise, most of the time, he didn't like talking, so he could only hear Wei Lan's voice, "I have a question," Wei Lan looked at him, " Brother, can you tell me a moment? "
"No."
"why?"
Wei Xun glanced at him and whispered, "Dine."
Wei Lan had to concentrate on eating, waited for Wei Xun to eat, got up and left, and then made this request again.
"You will go to school to ask the teacher tomorrow." Wei Xun said.
Wei Lan was unwilling. He went to Wei Xun and put his hands in his pockets. Now that Wei Xun saw this action, he knew what he was going to do next.
Sure enough, Wei Lan took out a small plane, "I'll give this to you, can you tell me?"
Wei Xun felt a headache. He looked at Wei Lan and asked him, "Do you think that as long as you use this trick, others will promise you?"
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Wei Lan shook her head, "No, no one, I only exchanged with you."
This is what Wei Xun did not expect. After all, Wei Lan was so skilled at doing these things. He thought that someone had given him this illusion before, making him think that as long as he used this trick, he could get what he wanted. Yes, I didn't expect to be the first one.
"Can you?" Wei Lan asked persistently.
Seeing that he was not talking, Wei Lan reached out and pulled his hand, trying to put the small plane in his hand. Wei Xun avoided it and did not let him touch himself.
"Which question?" He asked.
Wei Lan didn't touch him anymore, but approached the coffee table and said to him, "Come here, brother."
Wei Xun walked helplessly, Wei Lan opened the book, pointed to his after-school exercises, "this way."
Wei Xun sat down on the sofa, looked at the question he said, took Wei Lan's acting grass, and told him again, "Are you going?"
Wei Lan didn't really not come, just to find a chance to talk to him more, so he nodded, "Yes."
He picked up the pen and wrote on it. Wei Xun watched him write word by word, and frowned slowly.
Wei Lan wrote, looked up at him, but saw that his face was not very good. He didn't understand, and asked him, "What's wrong? Am I wrong? No."
Wei Xun raised his eyes and glanced at him. Wei Lan looked very good, her eyebrows were exquisite, her palm face looked very clear. He really couldn't figure out why such a beautiful child didn't write the characters at all, the numbers were good, the Chinese characters were like doing gymnastics on the radio, one by one turned upside down, jumping up and down, all without any beauty.
"You write your name and let me see."
Wei Lan didn't understand why he suddenly asked himself to write a name, but he still obediently wrote the word "Wei Lan" on the acting sketch. His two words were learned from Wei Ming. Wei Ming was well written. He taught him how to write his own name, so Wei Lan rarely wrote these two words very beautifully.
"The name is pretty good," Wei Xun commented.
"My grandfather taught me." Wei Lan proudly said.
"Then your grandpa didn't teach you other words, like your homework?"
Wei Lan heard the words, looked at his homework, shook his head, he thought about it, and then understood Wei Xun's meaning, "Do you think the words on my homework are not good?"
"What do you think?"
"I can recognize it." Wei Lan looked at his own words, but didn't think there was any problem. "I'm not a little girl like Ling Ling. I need to compare the rule with a ruler when I write a word. Now. "
This sentence is obviously different from Wei Xun's concept of being a man. He had strict requirements on himself since he was a child. He specialized in calligraphy when he was young and learned lower case. Later, because he felt that the carcass was good-looking, he also studied for a while. He watched Wei Lanzi's upside-down words, and he took care of the gossip once more, "Practice the words."
"Ah?" Wei Lan didn't expect that he would suddenly care about his own words, looked at him in surprise, and grumbled instantly, "Is that not possible? I don't want to practice the words."
Wei Xun was the first time to see him look like this. In his impression, Wei Lan was always very happy. When there was so little grievance, Wei Xun was looked at by him so much that he felt a little fun. "Exercise." He said.
Wei Lan felt that he was simply shooting himself in the foot. He knew this would not be necessary. This time it was good. He also had to practice calligraphy. He covered his face in depression, feeling that he was really miserable.
Wei Xun looked at it with all his spare time, and when he was looking at him, he saw Wei Lan spread his fingers, revealing his bright eyes, and whispered to him, "Do you really have to practice?"
It sounds pitiful.
Wei Xun nodded cruelly, "must."
He said that he got up and walked upstairs, but could not help but think of Wei Lan's expression and tone, and he felt a little joy.
However, Wei Lan was not so happy. He looked at his homework and thought that he was going to buy a copybook to practice calligraphy. It was too embarrassing. He sighed, holding his face and began to worry.
When leaving that night, Wei Lan still put the small plane on the stairs of the second floor and said goodbye to Wei Xun. Listening to his vibrant voice, Wei Xun put down the book, walked to the window as usual, watched him get into Wei's car, then walked out of the study and picked up the small plane at the entrance of the stairs.
When Wei Lan went to school the next day, she was very depressed and asked Yu Ling if she had any extra copybooks. She had to practice calligraphy.
Yu Ling mocked him mercilessly when he heard it, "Did you finally realize that your words are ugly? How many times have I told you that you haven't listened to it, and finally wake up."
Yuan Xiao fat was surprised, "Xiao Lan, why are you suddenly practicing calligraphy?"
"The brother I knew asked me to practice, and I couldn't help it."
"Why do you listen to him this way?" Yuan Xiao fat was puzzled. "He said that you can practice as long as you practice, and he is not your brother."
"But I will go to his house now." Wei Lan explained, "He asked me to go to his house, let me do his homework, and eat with me. He was nice to me, so I was willing to listen his words."
"You do n’t understand Yuan Xiaofei," Yu Ling said as the only one in the three-person group with an elder brother. "The elder brother is good to you. If you listen to the elder brother, the elder brother will be better for you. We That's the way home is, so you see, my brother treats me well, and I listen to my brother. "
She said, looking at Wei Lan, she took a copybook from her schoolbag and said, "This is for you, I just bought it two days ago, and I haven't had time to write it. I hope that the brother you know can be like my brother , Seeing you listen to him, getting better and better for you. "
Wei Lan took it and flipped through her copybook, surprised: "Why so thick!"
"Thickness is effective. If you look at your character, you have to write thick!" Yu Ling can't wait to buy him a stack and let him practise the character all at once.
Wei Lan felt that he was really miserable, so thick, when should he write it?
Forced by the threat of Ling, Wei Lan had to accept the thick copybook in the end and waited for the next time he saw Wei Xun to check him.
He didn't wait too long, Wei Wei went to work normally for two days and started working overtime again, Wei Lan went to Wei Xun's house again.
Waiting for dinner, Wei Lan took Wei Xun to tell himself a question, the topic, Wei Xun did not leave in a hurry, but looked at his son and asked, "Did you practice calligraphy?" @Finity 好 文, all in
Wei Lan knew that he would ask himself about this, and glanced at him sadly, reluctantly, "Exercise."
He flipped out the copybook in his schoolbag, opened it and handed it to Wei Xun, and even opened a few pages to show Wei Xun's achievements very thoughtfully. "Look, I have written several pages, and I can write them seriously Now. "
Wei Xun did not take this matter seriously. The reason why he asked that sentence was only because Wei Lan's reluctance to practice calligraphy made him very interesting, so he just wanted to look at his face again. Sad. But unexpectedly, Wei Lan actually did it very seriously.
This surprised Wei Xun, but at the same time it seemed like it should be.
It seems that he said, Wei Lan should do as he said.
Wei Xun couldn't say this feeling, but he felt Wei Lan's obedience made him very satisfied. Even because of this satisfaction, Wei Xun turned the page and looked at the words written by Wei Lan's copybook. He also looked at the words written by Wei Lan when he just solved the problem. Finally, he concluded, "This copybook is useless. . "
Wei Lan felt the same, so he echoed sincerely: "Yes, it's useless."
Wei Xun squinted at him, Wei Lan smiled guilty.
"Don't write this," Wei Xun said.
Wei Lan felt a surprise for a moment. He looked at Wei Xun excitedly, his eyes filled with happiness, "Really? Brother you are so nice!"
Wei Xun looked at the leap on his face until he had seen enough, and then said quietly, "I will write a copybook for you, and you write as I do."
Wei Lan: ...
Wei Lan wants to take back what he said.
Wei Xun looked at his face and couldn't believe it, and he felt a little bit brisk. He looked at Wei Lan and said, "What did you just say? Say it again."
Wei Lan: ...
"talk."
Wei Lan said bitterly, "Really? Brother, you are so nice."
No excitement or joy could be heard at all, and the exclamation became the tone of the statement.
Wei Xun was very satisfied. He said "um", his tone eased, "Really, I'll give it to you in a moment."
Very gentle.
However, Wei Lan felt that he didn't want it at all! This brother Weixun is not good at all! However, at the same time, Wei Lan felt that Wei Xun had changed a little, not like he was full of refusal to approach, as he had just known, he seemed to have a better relationship with himself.
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