Chapter 225: Extra 34

225 times: Wei Lan (5)
Fanwai: Wei Lan (5)
When Wei Xun said he could do it, he returned to the study, found a new son, and was ready to start writing. At the moment of writing, Wei Xun looked at his children, and felt that this kind of page turning left and right sometimes seemed to be inconvenient for writing. He pondered carefully, and finally took out a brand-new homework of his own, and started writing on it.
He did not write according to the words on the copybook, but extracted a few texts from Weilan documents, and when Wei Lan was still watching the animation, he handed him downstairs.
Wei Lan took it, looked at the cover, and thought it was Wei Xun's work.
He opened the cover and the first page. On the second page, Wei Xun was full of text. His characters are written very well, as if printed on them. Each character is square, the strokes are clear, and he looks full of precision. Wei Lan looked at it, not feeling ashamed.
Wei Xun pointed to the second empty line below the first, with a gentle tone. "Follow the previous line and write in these empty lines."
Wei Lan nodded, "I know."
When Wei Xun saw that he had no opinion, he turned to prepare to go upstairs.
Wei Lan quickly grabbed his sleeve, Wei Xun looked back at him, Wei Lan raised Yang's son, "I've 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. "It's not very comfortable doing homework here."
Wei Xun put his hands in his pockets and asked him, "Do you know what makes an inch?"
Wei Lan certainly 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 curious, "Do you go to school every day to study or play with toys?"
"Learn, by the way, play with toys. 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, we are still elementary school students."
There are good reasons for this. But Wei Xun still felt that his toys were really too much.
Wei Lan took the sticky ball and asked him, "Can you?"
"Wait until you write." Wei Xun said, turning and walking towards the stairs.
Wei Lan thought about his sentence, and felt that he still had a chance, so he carefully put away the child. When he left on the day, he put the sticky ball on the second floor stairs.
The next day at school, Wei Lan began to practice calligraphy from the end of early reading. He wrote very carefully, drawing every picture, slowly and carefully imitating Wei Xun's words. As his same table, Yuan Xiaofei lay on the other side of the table and watched his movements, he couldn't wait to write for him.
"You write too slowly, Xiao Lan."
"Don't make a noise," Wei Lan didn't look up. "I'm serious, I have to write like a bit."
"Can't I just write it? Still like it."
"It's not like writing, what is it called calligraphy?"
"But you are too slow this way, so when can we go to play football." Yuan Xiao fat holding his own small round face, very sad.
"Wait until I write this page, don't worry, I ..." Wei Lan looked at herself with the pen in his hand, wrote the wrong closed word, and stunned, then, angrily looked at Yuan Xiao fat, "You, shut up Blame you, this time 'closed' is not 'closed', it has become 'free', you talk to me again, interrupt me to write, I will not play football with you. "
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Yuan Xiaofei quickly covered his mouth, "No more, no more."
Yu Linghe went to the small supermarket at the same table and bought snacks. When he saw Yuan Xiaofei covering his mouth, he assured Wei Lan that he put a bottle of yogurt in his arms for Yuan Xiaofei and Wei Lan. I gave them some snacks, and smiled, "You're making Xiao Lan angry again, chubby."
Yuan Xiaofei argued aggrieved, "Don't blame me."
"Just blame you, anyway, you are not allowed to talk anymore, otherwise these foods will not be given to you."
Wei Lan said, all the snacks were allocated to his side.
"This is Bell Ling's for both of us!" Yuan Xiaofei argued reasonably.
"If you bother me again, there will be no more of you." Wei Lan said, lowering her head and continuing to practice.
Yuan Xiaofei felt very wronged, looked up at Yu Ling, and accused Wei Lan of her bad behavior. Yu Ling smiled, raised her hand and covered her eyes, expressing indignantly, "I didn't see anything."
Yuan Xiaofeng was so angry that he unscrewed the lid of the yogurt bottle and took several sips of yogurt to calm his anger.
It took Wei Lan a whole morning to finally imitate all the words. As he ate potato chips, he said with emotion, "Too tired! Not easy!"
Yuan Xiaofei, because he did not bother Wei Lan to practice the word in the morning, performed very well, so he was successfully qualified for snacks. He puzzled: "Then you still write, and you write so seriously."
"It must have been written by his brother." Yu Ling said.
Wei Lan nodded, "He asked me to practice according to his words, so he wrote them specifically for me."
Yu Ling watched for a long time while Wei Lan was practicing calligraphy in the morning, so she said, "His words are so beautiful."
Wei Lan nodded, "Yes."
"So, you really should follow his words." @Finity 好 文, all in
Wei Lan gave her a sad look.
Yu Ling smiled. "In this way, only the three of us will not write well in the future."
Yuan Xiaofei, who was eating potato chips, heard the words for a moment. Wei Lan looked at him and patted his shoulder. Same. "
Yuan Xiaofei, who was inexplicably decided to practice calligraphy, was aggressive. Before he could refuse, Wei Lan put the thick copybook that Yu Ling gave him into Yuan Xiaofei's hands, "Come on."
"I ..." Yuan Xiaofei 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 or perfunctory me, otherwise I will Angry."
As the only three girls among them, Yu Ling enjoyed the privilege of not being angry, so Yuan Xiao fat could only look at the copybook in his hands, and agreed in a sad mood.
In the evening, Wei Lan went to Wei Xun's house again. He was in a good mood, so once Wei Xun returned, he took his own copybook and presented his treasure.
"I wrote it." He said, turning pages for Wei Xun.
Wei Xun reached out and took the child. He looked at it seriously. Wei Lan saw him say nothing and kept saying good words to himself. "I am serious about what I have written. Yuan Xiaofa is looking for me to play with me." He didn't go, he talked to me, and I didn't let him say that I was afraid he would disturb me. I wrote in class, and wrote in class, with special effort. "
"So you didn't listen to the class well?" Wei Xun seized the point sharply.
Wei Lan shook her head again and again, "No, it's an art class. The teacher asked us to draw. There was no lecture, so I wrote it."
"The picture the teacher asked you to draw, didn't you?"
"That's homework. It will be due in the next class. I just go home to paint." Wei Lan answered like a stream.
Wei Xun glanced at him and said nothing.
Wei Lan asked him, "How do you think I wrote? Can you?"
Wei Xun looked at the assignment in his hand, and he could see that Wei Lan wrote it very seriously, every stroke of the character was very clear, and there was no situation where he wrote the characters in the normal way when writing. Simple words do look a bit like.
"still alright."
"Can I go upstairs to do my homework?" Wei Lan tempted.
Wei Xun looked at him, "What do you think?"
Wei Lan answered shamelessly, "I think it's okay."
When he said this, he even nodded to show his affirmation of himself.
Wei Xun looked at his emotions and thought it was quite interesting. He looked at the child with a look of expectation in front of him, and felt that it was also good to have such a child. Wei Lan was very happy every day, and every day was fresh. Even with him, he could feel better. There are cats and dogs in this world, and he seems to have nothing to do with raising a child.
Wei Lan saw him not talking, just looked at himself and reminded him, "You received my sticky ball yesterday."
"So?"
"The sticky ball exchange is the qualification to go upstairs to write homework. If you accept it, then I can go upstairs." Wei Lan is justified.
"Then I return you?" Wei Xun said intentionally.
Wei Lan quickly waved his hand. "Everything is collected, and if you return it, you accept it, and you agree."
Wei Xun looked at him with anxiety and was busy arguing. He felt a little funny. He didn't talk much, changed his shoes and walked towards the stairs.
Wei Lan followed him and asked him curiously, "Couldn't it?"
"Wait for you to practice tomorrow."
"Then I assume that if I write well tomorrow, you promise me."
Wei Xun glanced back at him, "You have an idea."
Wei Lan smiled only when he agreed, "Thank you brother."
Wei Xun looked at him and laughed at himself, without refuting what he said before, just watching Wei Lan for a while, then turned upstairs again.
Wei Lan wrote his homework before eating, leaving only a question for Wei Xun. When eating, Wei Lan still told him in advance that waiting for a meal required him to ask a question to himself, Wei Wei did not speak, he agreed.
Today, Wang Ye made a sweet and sour steak. Wei Lan likes to eat this dish one by one.
Wei Xun accidentally glanced at him, only to find that there were only small rows in his bowl and no other vegetables. Wei Xun unconsciously looked at him twice more, and saw that Wei Lan was eating the small platoon intently, eating one, and immediately grabbing one. He recalled the scene of eating together with some uncertainties, and was surprised to find that, in his limited memory, Wei Lan seemed to eat only one dish all the time, and other dishes did not touch.
Wei Xun feels that he already knows him well, so this is definitely not because he is polite or embarrassed, but because he is picky.
He lifted up the chopsticks and held Wei Lan again to clamp the chopsticks in the small row again. Wei Lan looked at him puzzledly, "What's wrong?" @Finity 好 文, in
His mouth was red with some sweet and sour sauce.
"Wipe your mouth," Wei Xun said.
Wei Lan looked around, and finally set his eyes on Wei Xun. "The paper is on your side."
So Wei Xun pulled a piece of paper and handed it to him.
Wei Lan took it, wiped his mouth, "OK."
Wei Xun was satisfied, and began to ask his own question, "Did you make only one dish?"
Wei Lan shook her head.
"The other dishes are not delicious?"
"No."
"I won't let you eat?"
"Neither."
"Then why do you only eat this one dish?"
Wei Lan was asked for a moment. He was very picky about food, and only liked meat, but he didn't like vegetables. He usually eats with Wei Wei or Wei Ming. Wei Wei and Wei Ming always put vegetables in his bowl and watch him eat. Wei Lan belongs to the kind of person who has had his own set of principles since he was a child. He will not eat the dishes he likes, but he will eat them obediently, but if he does not put them in the bowl, he does not like You will be allowed to eat nothing.
When Wei Lan was the most guilty of thief, Wei Wei and Wei Ming talked about something. Both of them forgot to add food to him, he quickly ate the food he wanted to eat, reacted in Wei Wei and Wei Ming, prepared When he gave him food, he jumped three feet high, shouting, "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 is at a table with him, he never eats whatever he likes. He can rest assuredly eat only his favorite meat. He always thought that this situation would continue, but now, Wei Xun seems to have discovered it.
Wei Xun smiled at him with a guilty conscience, and said, "Because this little steak is delicious, you brother eat one, it is really delicious."
He clipped Wei Xun into his bowl, motioned to Wei Xun with his eyes, and tasted it.
Wei Xun bowed his head as he wished, commenting, "Nice."
"Right?" Wei Lan justified himself, "so I couldn't help but eat a few more."
"You know you eat too much, so what do you think about the remaining pieces?"
Wei Lan looked at him sadly, "Of course it's left to my brother."
"So sensible?" Wei Xun looked at his heartache and asked him.
Wei Lan nodded painfully, not forgetting to boast, "I have always been sensible."
Wei Xun felt that he was very reluctant but still pretending to be very cute. He smiled rarely and looked at Wei Lan, who was in pain in front of him, and said warmly, "The sensible child should be rewarded."
"For example, let me go upstairs to do my homework?" Wei Lan started climbing up when she saw a ladder.
Wei Xun shook his head. He picked up the chopsticks and steadily clamped chopsticks, lettuce and wheat into a bowl of Wei Lan. "For example, I help you chop vegetables."
Wei Lan looked at the rapeseed in his bowl, and the whole person was not very good.
Wei Xun took advantage of his untiring efforts to sandwich all the other dishes on the table into the bowl.
Wei Lan then reacted, shouting while guarding his bowl, "Enough is enough, I can't eat it, brother."
Wei Xun looked at his hands on the bowl and said, "Take your hands away."
Wei Lan looked at him pitifully, "Really enough."
"You don't usually eat so much."
"I'm not hungry today," Wei Lan answered quickly.
"How did you tell me when Wang Ye brought the dishes?" Wei Xun asked him.
Wei Lan: "..."
Wei Xun said softly, "You said, I'm tired of practicing today. You need to eat more."
Wei Lan: ...
Wei Lan silently withdrew his hand. He shouldn't just let Yuan Xiaofei say nothing, and he shouldn't say anything!
Wei Xun put the sandwiched vegetables in his bowl. "Well, let's eat."