Chapter 164
Wen Xingxue did not tell Chen Wen that Xingnuo was pulled into the memory copy.
This copy is very special. It only appears in people's dreams and silently reaps people's lives.
Wen Xingxue was afraid that once she told Chen Wen, Chen Wen would blame himself for not doing well enough.
But in fact, the only person who did a bad job was Wen Xingxue himself.
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Chen Wen discovered that Wen Xingxue's appearances had increased during this period.
Sometimes, if you don't pay attention, you can see Wen Xingxue appearing in the living room, bedroom, kitchen...
As Chen Wen is a monster, the props have little influence on him, and he can always see Wen Xingxue.
For example, at this moment, the evening sky has gradually transitioned to dark blue, and the clouds are very thick, as if it could rain at any time.
Xingnuo was sitting in the living room completing his handmade lantern, while Wen Xingxue rested her chin on her hand, staring at the little guy without blinking.
There was an indissoluble tenderness and affection in his eyes, his sharp eyebrows seemed to be melted in the light, and his eyes were softer than Chen Wen had ever seen.
Even if Xingnuo failed in making the lantern and sighed in frustration, Wen Xingxue still wouldn't say anything. She just reached out and rubbed the little guy's head.
Xingnuo noticed a gust of wind blowing up his hair, and he knew that it was his transparent father who came to see him.
At this moment, Chen Wen looked at the two people making lanterns, and the part of his chest where there was no heart was as soft as a pool of water.
The night wind quietly blows in through the window, making the room quiet and beautiful.
Xingnuo spent nearly an hour and finally finished making the handmade lantern.
He held the lantern and fiddled with it with his fingers, causing it to spin in the air.
After laughing twice, Xingnuo yawned, stretched himself, and waved to his invisible father in the air.
"I'm going to sleep!"
Wen Xingxue was instantly melted by the cuteness. Hearing Xingnuo's rising voice, she subconsciously clamped her voice up:
"Okay!"
Chen Wen, who was standing next to him, shook off his goose bumps, took Xing Nuo's hand and walked into the bedroom, coaxing the little guy to sleep.
After coming out, Chen Wen looked at Wen Xingxue who was still spinning the lantern in the same place, and said with his arms folded:
"Can you get back to normal?"
Wen Xingxue did not retract her softened voice for a moment. She turned her head, her eyes shining brightly under the light.
"Am I abnormal?"
Chen Wen paused for a moment, looking at Wen Xingxue's slightly widened eyes, which were bright and shining, exactly the same as Xingnuo's!
As his fingers touched his chest, Shen Wen felt his head getting a little dizzy.
It’s over!
He actually thought Wen Xingxue was quite cute!
Shen Wen took a deep breath, pretended to be cold, turned around and went back to the bedroom to rest.
Only Wen Xingxue was left holding a lantern, standing there in a daze, puzzled.
What does this mean?
The weather was a bit gloomy the next day and the rain still didn't come.
Xingnuo came to the classroom carrying his handmade lantern and placed it on his small desk.
An Zimo, who hadn't even remembered about the assignment, had a pale face and slumped in his chair, shouting "It's done."
"I forgot woooooooooo!"
Xingnuo was not surprised that An Zimo either forgot his Chinese homework or his math homework every day.
Today I just forgot about my handicraft homework, which is already pretty good!
However, nearly half of the students in the class did not do any handicrafts, and the remaining half did it very perfunctorily, which made the ordinary little lanterns made by Xingnuo look exquisite.
The teacher gave Xingnuo an excellent grade and hung his small handmade lantern behind the blackboard.
After every get out of class, Xingnuo would go to his lantern and walk around it with a smile on his face.
There is a break at ten o'clock in the morning.
Xingnuo squeezed through a bunch of chattering children and was almost squeezed into a small meat pie. He struggled to get to his class's seat.
He pushed his sweat-soaked curly hair to both sides of his forehead, revealing his clear and bright eyes.
Following the movements of radio gymnastics, Xingnuo waved his little hands and feet and jumped up and down on the spot.
A group of little rascals, like Xingnuo, waved their hands and did exercises in place with incorrect postures.
Wen Xingxue appeared with a camera and took several photos of Xingnuo. Looking at the energetic appearance of the little guy, he felt very comforted.
Xingnuo jumped up and his curly hair swayed up and down. The overly long hair covered his eyebrows, but he would quickly push it aside with his hands.
The fair and rosy little face appears healthy and plump, and looks moist, like a freshly ripe sweet persimmon.
The more Wen Xingxue looked at the little guy, the cuter he felt. The old father's heart was almost softened!
Such a cute child turned out to be his son!
I dare not think about it, I simply dare not think about it!
After finishing the exercises, Wen Xingxue was just about to say goodbye to Xingnuo before leaving, but she saw two or three senior boys pushing each other and walking towards Xingnuo.
Wen Xingxue felt a chill in her heart. She hid herself and followed these boys silently.
Xingnuo’s next class was physical education. Instead of returning to the classroom, he went under the stairs to avoid the sultry weather for a while, intending to go to the playground later.
It was quite quiet downstairs. The other children who still had classes had already returned to their classrooms, leaving Xingnuo alone sitting on the stairs.
Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the boys who came to look for him.
The boy should be a classmate of four or five years old. He is much taller than Xingnuo, and when standing together with him, Xingnuo looks even thinner.
Xingnuo put down his hands that were holding his face, his eyes clear, and asked in confusion:
"Who are you?"
Wen Xingxue, who was following behind, had a look that gradually became fierce and violent as he stared at the boys. He was ready to kick them out if they had any thoughts of bullying.
Several boys pushed each other, and one of them stood up and handed Xingnuo a candy, stuttering:
"Well, we are seniors. What's your name, sister?"
Xingnuo and Wen Xingxue fell silent at the same time.
Wen Xingxue's heart was filled with alarm and he screamed wildly, "Oh no, oh no!" His well-behaved and adorable son was about to be kidnapped by a few little yellow-haired kids!
After all this time, it turns out these people don’t want to fight, but want to fall in love early!
Wen Xingxue raised his leg without restraint and stepped forward to kick one of them.
A few boys thought Xingnuo was cute and wanted to get to know her, but they suddenly felt a sudden pain in their buttocks!
They covered their buttocks and were stunned for a moment.
What's going on?
Why do they seem to have been kicked?
Xingnuo also scratched his head and looked at the confused boys. He did not take the candy, but took two steps back and said:
"I recently had my teeth replaced, so I can't eat sweets, and I'm a boy."
After hearing these words, a few male classmates who had finally mustered up the courage to come over felt like the sky had fallen!
"You're a boy?!"
This time, the male student felt not only pain in his buttocks, but also pain in his heart.
Several people's faces instantly turned red as liver color, but they were still polite. They said sorry and hurriedly ran away, pushing each other.
Xingnuo stood there, took out the chocolate candy his father gave him in the morning from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and shrugged his shoulders.
Wen Xingxue heaved a sigh of relief when she saw this, but the hostility between her eyebrows still did not dissipate.
If you want to meet his son, you have to wait until he dies!
Physical education class is over.
When Xingnuo went to the bathroom, she always felt that an unfamiliar boy next to her was staring at her.
He went to wash his hands, and the boy also washed his hands, and secretly glanced at Xingnuo several times.
"Why are you looking at me?" Xingnuo asked.
The boy smiled awkwardly and scratched his head:
"I saw your hair was so long, I thought you went to the wrong restroom."
Xingnuo looked up at the mirror hanging in front of the sink, ran his hands through his hair, and couldn't help but sigh.
It seems to be quite long.
The next day happened to be the weekend, and in order to avoid being mistaken for someone else, Xingnuo and his brother went to the barber shop together.
Shen Baizhou planned to dye his hair black. His silver hair was too conspicuous and it was difficult for him to skip classes.
The guy in the barber shop almost knew Shen Baizhou, and knew what he wanted without him saying anything.
Shaking the barber's apron, the young man prepared to put it on Shen Baizhou.
Shen Baizhou spoke first:
"Please cut my brother's hair first."
Xingnuo hummed twice and climbed up the tall barber chair using his hands and feet. He was covered by a cloth, leaving only a small head exposed.
"I have to cut it very short! I can't let anyone mistake me for a girl."
The barber boy couldn't help but laugh. Looking at Xingnuo's furry little curly hair, it was indeed difficult to tell his gender at first glance.
"Don't worry, you know my skills, I won't let the customers down!"
Xingnuo watched his hair being cut off in clumps. Half an hour later, after his hair was cut, Xingnuo stared at himself in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.
Now that’s good!
It’s cut so short that no one will make a mistake!
On Monday, Xingnuo went to school with a newly short haircut, looking neat and tidy. She sat in her seat surrounded by a group of classmates.
"Xingnuo, you got your hair cut!"
“It looks good!”
"But it looks better with long hair! Xingnuo has beautiful long hair!"
Xingnuo is very satisfied with his hairstyle, although he prefers to have long hair like his father, but in order to avoid being mistaken, he may have to wait until he grows up to let his hair grow longer.
Today, because of the new hairstyle, several teachers came to class and noticed Xingnuo who was getting a haircut at first glance.
The little guy is well-behaved, with short hair, delicate eyebrows and watery eyes. When he looks at you, it makes people's heart melt!
In almost every class, the teacher would call on Xingnuo to answer questions, which made Xingnuo feel strange and puzzled.
When returning home from school, An Zimo patted his chest and said that he wanted to go back to get a haircut.
As a result, when going to school the next day, Xingnuo saw An Zimo's swollen eyes and his little bald head.
Xing Nuo was startled and stepped forward to pat An Zimo's shoulder comfortingly.
"What's wrong, Zimo?"
An Zimo had a sad face and wiped his tears and said:
"I said I was going to get a haircut yesterday, but my cousin insisted on taking the scissors and said he could cut it, but wow! He cut my head into a bald head wow!"
An Zimo cried so sadly that Xing Nuo was busy all morning but still couldn't comfort him.
When Xingnuo returned home, he thought of An Zimo's little bald head while eating. He couldn't help but tremble his shoulders with lingering fear.
These days, when Xingnuo stood in front of the mirror, what he paid most attention to was not his newly grown teeth, but his hair.
This Friday is the elementary school’s autumn outing.
Xingnuo put on his favorite hat and schoolbag, and went to the foot of the mountain in the suburbs of Rongcheng with his classmates to pick mushrooms together.
An Zimo liked this activity the most. He wore a hat, and the sadness of having no hair was washed away a lot. He jumped around picking mushrooms.
The mushrooms in this patch are all artificially cultivated. The teachers led the team forward and reminded the children to pay attention to their feet.
As Xingnuo walked, he touched his hair under his hat to make sure it was still there, then he took two quick steps forward with his short legs.
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