Xingxing coughed lightly and whispered to her sister, "Don't look at anything indecent, don't listen to anything indecent, don't say anything indecent, don't do anything indecent!"

Diandian couldn't help but pout and complain about her brother, "Brother, are you still eavesdropping with me?"

Star:"……"

Diandian chuckled, "I know, brother and I both want to hear whether dad will say bad things about us in secret."

Xingxing: "Don't talk nonsense, Dad is not the kind of person who speaks ill of others behind their backs."

Diandian said "oh" meaningfully.

Xingxing flicked her head from behind and said, "Go to bed quickly! Don't you have to host the competition tomorrow? Watch out for those big dark circles under your eyes!"

Diandian immediately turned around and went back to her room.

The competition is a big deal.

Go to the competition looking pretty.

Mom is not here.

If her mother were here, she would put on some beautiful makeup for her, which would definitely make her the center of attention.

Early the next morning.

Sheng Xijiang went to morning training.

Diandian got up very early, washed her face, and sat in front of Zhou Sese's dressing table to tinker with it.

Xingxing called her to eat, but she refused to go. "Brother, you eat first. Don't worry about me. I'm very busy now!"

Xingxing had no choice but to eat first.

After Xingxing finished his meal, Diandian slowly came out of the room.

With two white and tender little hands covering her face, she actually looks like a woman holding a pipa with her face half covered.

Xingxing didn't understand what her sister was doing. "Come and eat quickly. Leave quickly after eating, or you'll be late."

Diandian shook her head, ran to her brother and put down her hands.

Then Xingxing saw it, and suddenly a small palette appeared in front of him. His eyebrows were very black, like fire sticks, his eyelids were painted red and green, as if he had been punched, and the red on his cheeks was like the face of the New Year dolls pasted on the wall of Chunsheng's house, and his mouth was red, as if he had drunk blood.

Xingxing was almost startled, "What are you doing?"

Diandian danced in front of her brother, her arms fluttering like moths. "Brother, I've put on makeup. Do you think it looks good on me?"

Xingxing gritted her teeth lightly and suddenly felt speechless.

He really didn't want to undermine his sister's self-confidence, but he couldn't speak against his conscience.

The words of Xingxing turned around on the tip of his tongue for a few times, but he couldn't say them out in the end. However, at this time Chunsheng and Song Qingming came together to call them to go to school.

Xingxing seemed to have found a savior and immediately said, "Go ask them. You are my sister. No matter what, you are the best in my heart."

Diandian ran out happily and stood at the door. When the two men approached, she suddenly let go of her hands and showed them the makeup on her face.

Chunsheng was startled, and Song Qingming seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Chunsheng said nonchalantly, "Aren't you supposed to be hosting a singing competition today? But you look like you're going to scare people to death!"

The smile on Dian Dian's face gradually faded, "I, I, I'm wearing makeup."

Chunsheng smiled and shook his head, "The painting is so ugly, it's better not to paint it. It looks like a shaman dance. Be careful or you will be captured by the soldiers!"

In fact, Chunsheng did not experience that period, but he heard the elders in his family talk about it from time to time, and it was always on his lips.

Diandian frowned, and the two fire sticks were awkwardly tangled together.

Squatted down like a little frog.

Two small hands casually hung between her legs, "My mom looks like a fairy after putting on makeup."

Chunsheng walked over and patted her head. "You're not as strong as your mother. Go wash it quickly. You'll scare others away if you look like this. Look at your lips, they're red, like you just ate a dead child. You haven't combed your hair well, the back is a mess like a chicken coop."

Diandian pursed her lips, feeling a little sad.

Song Qingming kicked Chunsheng on the butt and said, "Hurry up and see if Xingxing has finished his meal."

Chunsheng said "oh" and ran into the house.

Song Qingming walked over, squatted in front of Diandian, and scratched her face with his fingers, scraping away a fresh tear.

Diandian moved aside in a huff. Song Qingming smiled and said, "Practice makes perfect. You've never put on makeup before, so it's pretty good that you know what to apply and where to apply it for the first time. When Aunt Zhou comes back, let her give you some guidance. You'll definitely be able to put on makeup beautifully. Can I take you to wash your face? I'll also do your hair later."

When they were having fun outside, Diandian would often let her hair down. The boys didn't like to tie it up for her, and most importantly, they didn't know how to do it. Song Qingming took the initiative to take on this task. Practice makes perfect, and gradually he not only learned how to tie a ponytail, but also figured out some simple braids and fishtails...

Diandian hummed in frustration.

Song Qingming took her hand and walked to the washbasin. He took a towel, dipped it in water, and wiped off the various cosmetics on her face bit by bit.

Finally wiped it clean.

A fair and tender little face was revealed, like a lotus blooming in clear water, naturally without any decoration. Song Qingming took the comb and combed her hair.

Chunsheng and Xingxing stood by and watched. Chunsheng said heartlessly, "We're going to be late. Hurry up!"

Song Qingming glanced at them and said, "You guys go ahead. It's better for two people to be late than four."

When Chunsheng heard this, he felt that this was true.

He ran away holding the stars.

Song Qingming combed Diandian's braids and then took her to school.

As expected, I was late.

The school is going to hold a singing competition, but the first class will be held as normal and the singing competition will start at ten o'clock.

So Song Qingming stood at the door and said, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I'm late."

Today's teacher was a math teacher, a rather old-fashioned old man. He squinted his eyes at Song Qingming and coughed softly. "Didn't I tell you last night before school that we were going to have a new lesson today? Not only could we not be late, but we had to come ten minutes early? You didn't listen to a word I said. Go stand in the back!"

Song Qingming calmly held his math textbook, took a ballpoint pen, and went to the back.

As soon as Diandian entered the classroom, the teacher called her out to attend the final rehearsal, so she was not punished for being late.

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Sijiucheng

Zhou Sese and Zeng Xiaoman are making the final improvements.

Zhou Sese suddenly looked up and asked Zeng Xiaoman, "What day is today?"

Zeng Xiaoman said, "I've been so busy all day that I forgot about the time. Today is the tenth."

Number 10.

Zhou Sese suddenly smiled, her peach blossom eyes shining with love, "Today is the day when my son's school holds a singing competition, and my daughter is the little host."

"ha?"

"I remember I mentioned to you that I have a son and a daughter who are in the third and first grades respectively."

"I remember you mentioned it, but I didn't expect it to be this old. How old are you?"

Zhou Sese smiled but said nothing.