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225 Extra Story: Wei Lan (5)

Extra Story: Wei Lan (5)

Wei Xun did what he said, went back to the study, found a new book, and was ready to start writing. The moment he started writing, Wei Xun looked at his notebook, and felt that sometimes it would be inconvenient to write in such a notebook that flips the pages left and right. After careful consideration, he finally took out a brand new workbook 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. While Wei Lan was still watching the animation, he went downstairs and handed him the book.

Wei Lan took it, looked at the cover, and thought it should be Wei Xun's workbook.

He opened the cover and the first page, and the second page was filled with words written by Wei Xun. His handwriting is beautifully written, as if it was printed. Every word is square, with clear strokes, and he looks full of energy. Wei Lan looked at it and felt a little ashamed.

Wei Xun pointed to the empty second line below the first line, in a calm tone, "Follow the previous line and write it in these empty lines."

Wei Lan nodded, "I know."

Seeing that he had no objection, 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 notebook in his hand, "I've written it, 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 to do homework here."

Wei Xun put his hands in his pockets and asked him, "Do you know what it means to be stubborn?"

Of course Wei Lan knew this idiom. He thought about it, 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 play with toys?"

"Study, and 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, and we are still elementary school students."

The reason for this is very strong and well-founded. But Wei Xun still felt that his toys were really too many.

Wei Lan took the sticky ball and asked him, "Is it okay?"

"Let's talk when you finish writing." After Wei Xun finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the stairs.

Wei Lan thought about his words, and felt that he still had a chance, so he carefully put away the book, and put the sticky ball on the stairs on the second floor when he left that day.

The next day at school, Wei Lan started to practice calligraphy from the end of the morning reading. He wrote very carefully, one stroke at a time, slowly and carefully imitating Wei Xun's calligraphy. Yuan Xiaopang, as his deskmate, was lying on the other side of the table watching his movements, and could not wait to finish writing for him as soon as possible.

"You are writing too slowly, Xiaolan."

"Don't be noisy," Wei Lan said without raising her head, "I'm serious, I have to write like a little bit."

"Can't you just finish writing it? It's still like."

"It's just finished, but it doesn't look like it. What's that called practicing calligraphy?"

"But you are too slow, so when will we be able to play football." Yuan Xiaopang held his round face, very worried.

"When I finish writing this page, don't worry, I..." Wei Lan stared at the closed word that he wrote wrongly, and then looked at Yuan Xiaopang angrily, "You, close the word. Mouth! It's all your fault, this time 'shut' is not 'shut', it has become 'idle', if you talk to me again or disturb me to write, I won't play football with you."

@Infinite good text, all in

Yuan Xiaopang quickly covered his mouth, "Don't say it, don't say it."

Yu Ling and the same table went to the school's small supermarket to buy snacks and came back. They saw Yuan Xiaopang covering his mouth and reassuring Wei Lan that he put a bottle of yogurt in his arms for Yuan Xiaopang and Wei Lan each, and then again After giving them some snacks, he said with a smile, "Little Fatty, you are making Xiao Lan angry again."

Yuan Xiaopang argued aggrievedly, "Don't blame me."

"It's your fault. Anyway, you are not allowed to talk anymore, or you won't be given this food."

As Wei Lan said, she transferred all the snacks to her side.

"This is what Lingling gave to us both!" Yuan Xiaopang argued with reason.

"If you disturb me again, there will be no more for you." After Wei Lan finished speaking, she lowered her head and continued to practice calligraphy.

Yuan Xiaopang felt aggrieved, looked up at Yu Ling, and accused her of Wei Lan's bad behavior. Yu Ling smiled and raised her hand to cover her eyes, and said with no sense of loyalty, "I didn't see anything."

Yuan Xiaopang angrily unscrewed the cap of the yogurt bottle and took several mouthfuls of yogurt to calm his anger.

It took Wei Lan all morning to finally imitate and write all the words. While eating potato chips, he sighed, "It's too tired! It's not easy!"

Yuan Xiaopang didn't disturb Wei Lan's calligraphy practice all morning, and he performed well, so he successfully obtained the qualification to eat snacks. He puzzled: "Then you still write, and you write so seriously."

"It must have been his brother who asked him to write." 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 watched it for a long time, so she said with emotion, "His calligraphy is really beautiful."

Wei Lan nodded, "Yes."

"So, you should really practice according to his words." @Infinite Good Text, all in

Wei Lan looked at her sadly.

Yu Ling smiled, "In this way, in the future, among the three of us, only Xiaopang's words are not good-looking."

Yuan Xiaopang, who was eating potato chips, was stunned for a moment 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 can practice well, just join us. Both are the same."

Yuan Xiaopang, who was inexplicably decided to practice calligraphy, was confused. Before he could refuse, Wei Lan put the thick copybook 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 on you regularly, this is a copybook I bought specially, you are not allowed to throw it away, or perfunctory me, or I will Angry."

As the only girl among the three of them, Yu Ling had the privilege of not being angry, so Yuan Xiaopang could only look at the copybook in his hand and agreed with a gloomy 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 and presented the treasure.

"I'm done," he said, turning the pages for Wei Xun.

Wei Xun stretched out his hand and took the book over and looked at it seriously. Seeing that he didn't say a word, Wei Lan stood beside him and kept saying nice things to himself, "I wrote it seriously, Yuan Xiaopang asked me to play with me. I didn't even go, he talked to me, and I didn't let him talk, because I was afraid he would disturb me. I wrote in get out of class and after class, and I worked very hard."

"So you didn't listen well in class?" Wei Xun sharply grasped the point.

Wei Lan shook her head again and again, "No, it's an art class. The teacher asked us to paint, but there was no lecture, so I wrote it."

"The teacher asked you to paint, but you didn't paint it?"

"That's homework. It won't be handed in until the next class. I'll just go home and draw." Wei Lan replied fluently.

Wei Xun glanced at him and said nothing.

Wei Lan asked him, "What do you think of what I wrote? Is it okay?"

Wei Xun looked at the workbook in his hand, and he could see that Wei Lan was indeed writing very seriously, and the strokes of every word were very clear. It's a simple word, but it does have a bit of a resemblance.

"is acceptable."

"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 okay."

When he said this, he even nodded to show his affirmation.

Wei Xun looked at his expression and movements and thought it was quite interesting. He looked at the expecting child in front of him, and felt that raising such a child would be good. Wei Lan was very happy and fresh every day, and even bringing him would make him feel better. In this world, some people keep cats, some people keep dogs, and it seems that there is nothing wrong for him to keep a child.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wei Lan just looked at himself and reminded him, "You took my sticky ball yesterday."

"so what?"

"The exchange of sticky balls is the qualification to go upstairs to do homework. If you accept it, then I can go upstairs." Wei Lan has reason.

"Then I pay you back?" Wei Xun said deliberately.

Wei Lan hurriedly waved his hand, "If you have received it, you will accept it, and if you return it, you have accepted it, so you agreed."

Wei Xun looked at him anxious, and was busy reasoning, and thought it was a little funny. He didn't say 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 finish your handwriting practice tomorrow."

"Then I will assume that if I write well tomorrow, you will promise me."

Wei Xun glanced back at him, "You're quite an idea."

Wei Lan smiled and only thought he agreed, "Thank you brother."

Wei Xun looked at him and smiled at himself. He didn't refute what he said before. He just watched Wei Lan for a while before turning upstairs again.

Wei Lan finished her homework before eating, and only reserved a question for Wei Xun. During the meal, Wei Lan still told him in advance that he would need to give him a question after dinner. Wei Xun did not speak, but agreed.

Aunt Wang made sweet and sour pork ribs again today. Wei Lan likes this dish very much, eating the short ribs one by one.

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 glanced at him more, and saw that Wei Lan was eating the small steak very attentively. After eating one, he immediately went to grab 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 eat only one dish all the time, and didn't touch other dishes.

Wei Xun felt that he already knew him very well, so it was definitely not because he was polite or embarrassed, but just because he was picky eater.

He raised his chopsticks and held down Wei Lan's chopsticks, which he held to Xiao Pai again. Wei Lan looked back at him in confusion, "What's wrong?" @Infinite 好文, all in

His mouth was red and dipped in some sweet and sour sauce.

"Wipe your mouth." Wei Xun said.

Wei Lan looked around, and finally turned his eyes back to Wei Xun, "The paper is on your side."

So Wei Xun drew a piece of paper and handed it to him.

Wei Lan took it and wiped his mouth, "Okay."

Wei Xun was satisfied and began to ask his own question, "Did Aunt Wang only cook one dish?"

Wei Lan shook her head.

"Then the other dishes don't taste good?"

"No

Have. "

"I won't let you eat?"

"Neither."

"Then why do you only eat this one dish?"

Wei Lan was stopped when he was questioned. He was very picky about food. He only liked meat and didn't like vegetables. Usually eating with Wei Xi or Wei Ming, Wei Xi and Wei Ming would always put vegetables into 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. Even if he doesn't like the food in his bowl, he will obediently eat it, but if it doesn't get into his bowl, he doesn't like it. Allow yourself not to eat a single bite.

Wei Lan's most guilty conscience is when Wei Xi and Wei Ming talk about something, both of them forget to bring him food, so he quickly eats what he wants to eat. After Wei Xi and Wei Ming react, prepare When serving him vegetables, 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 coming to Wei Xun's house so much is that although Wei Xun shares a table with him, he never cares what he eats. He can eat only the meat he likes without restraint. He always thought that this situation would continue forever, but now, Wei Xun seems to have discovered it.

Wei Xun looked at him with a guilty conscience and laughed, haha ​​said, "Because this small steak is delicious, brother, you can eat one, it's really delicious."

He took a piece for Wei Xun and put it in his bowl, and gestured to Wei Xun with his eyes to try it.

Wei Xun bowed his head and took a bite as he wished, commenting, "Not bad."

"Really?" Wei Lan defended herself, "That's why I couldn't help eating a few more pieces."

"You also know that you eat 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 asked him looking at his heartache.

Wei Lan nodded sadly, and didn't forget 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 reluctant to give up. He gave a rare smile, looked at Wei Lan who was reluctant to part with love, and said warmly, "A sensible child should be rewarded."

"For example, let me go upstairs to do my homework?" Wei Lan started to climb up when he saw there was a ladder.

Wei Xun shook his head, he picked up the chopsticks, took the chopsticks, lettuce, and put them 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 the whole person was not very good.

Wei Xun took advantage of his stupefied effort to put the other dishes on the table one by one into the bowl.

Only then did Wei Lan react, protecting her bowl and shouting, "Enough is enough, I can't finish it, enough brother."

Wei Xun looked at the hand he was protecting on the bowl and said, "Take your hand away."

Wei Lan looked at him pitifully, "That's 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?" Wei Xun asked him.

Wei Lan: "..."

Wei Xun said softly: "You said, I'm so tired from practicing calligraphy today, you need to eat more."

Wei Lan: ...

Wei Lan silently withdrew his hand. He shouldn't just keep Yuan Xiaopang silent, he shouldn't speak either!

Wei Xun put the green vegetables in his bowl, "Okay, let's eat."

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