The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 130 0130. Running at both ends in the middle. (5)

Although Jiang Shaoheng doesn't know how to play games, he can watch. When he is watching by Zhuang Xinian's side, Zhuang Xinian's control can almost be regarded as carrying the whole audience.

It is because Jiang Shaoheng can calculate.

Why should a person who can't play know how to count this thing?

Jiang Shaoheng told you, in order to let my sister have fun.

Zhuang Xinian played a total of three games, winning two and losing one.

The losing game was because the rhythm was taken by the opponent from the beginning to the end, and they couldn't bring the rhythm back, so they lost.

It's not that some people who don't know how to play trick them.

Zhuang Xinian said that this kind of victory and defeat is a common thing in military affairs, and the kind of people who are forced to surrender and admit defeat by someone who doesn't know how to play is called unlucky luck.

"Hurry up and eat, I'll send lunch to the hospital."

Zhuang's father's voice sounded outside the door, followed by the sound of the porch door opening and closing.

One of the things that Father Zhuang likes to do is to deliver meals to Mother Cai at noon.

In his words: it is the most romantic thing to deliver food to your wife and watch her eat happily.

Mother Cai didn't stop it either.

Why stop it?This kind of thing that can satisfy oneself and take the opportunity to show affection.

"Let's go, Nian Nian, go out to eat, and do your homework after eating."

They have already entered the fifth grade, and their classmates are still those classmates, and the head teacher is still the head teacher, but a few teachers have been transferred.

If you enter the fifth grade, you can be regarded as an older child, and your studies are even more difficult.

Of course, this is only for the average person.

The lunch was reserved for the two of them, and Zhuang's father ate with Cai's mother in the hospital.

So after lunch, Jiang Shaoheng washed the dishes directly.

Then for the next day and a half, Zhuang Xinian turned a blind eye to Zhuang's father, did not look at him directly, and ignored his overtures.

So Jiang Shaoheng acted as the middleman.

The middleman who conveys the love of Zhuang's father.

But often, Zhuang Xinian didn't accept it.

This made Jiang Shaoheng very helpless.

Zhuang's father was also very helpless.

To use a popular sentence on the Internet to describe it: it really makes people bald.

However, although Zhuang Xinian didn't want to go to the studio anymore, when she was in school, she could occasionally see Zhuang Xinian taking a paintbrush and a sketchbook to play with herself after class.

Occasionally I paint a table, and occasionally I paint a pot of flowers. Most of the paintings are dead objects.

She hasn't learned character sketching yet. Although she is very interested and has tried it herself, she feels that the drawing doesn't look good or looks good, so she puts those few sheets of paper under her book and doesn't take them out.

Day by day, Zhuang Xinian's painting skills are improving bit by bit. Jiang Shaoheng secretly told Dad Zhuang, and also showed Zhuang Xinian's painting book to Dad Zhuang. Dad Zhuang was very happy .

I'm glad that my daughter didn't give up painting because of being awkward with me.

After Jiang Shaoheng lobbied persistently for a month, Zhuang Xinian finally loosened his attitude.

When the ice was broken, Zhuang Xinian looked at Dad Zhuang who was drying himself out on the balcony, and suddenly yelled "Dad, I'm sorry".

Zhuang's father was so frightened that his hands trembled that he almost dropped Mr. No. [-] on the ground. He hung up Mr. No. [-] with great joy, and hugged his precious daughter into his arms.

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