Yu Huan was upset by being scolded by her mother and pouted whenever she thought about it.
Sheng Lang pushed the door open and came in. It was unclear whether he won the argument or not, but he looked quite calm.
When I came in, I saw that the girl's face was wrinkled like a bitter gourd that couldn't be rubbed open, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.
"Don't cry." He said softly.
It would have been fine if he hadn't said it, but once he did, Yu Huan couldn't hold it back and burst into tears.
Sheng Lang took a tissue and gently wiped away the tears from her eyes: "Do you want some ice cream? I'll go buy it."
"I'm going too." Yu Huan's eyes were filled with tears. He frowned and took a breath, then said in a tearful tone, "I want to eat two."
Like a wrinkled, aggrieved kitten.
So Sheng Lang got on the bicycle, Yu Huan sat behind him, and carefully put on the round beige bear helmet.
The corners of the snow-white clothes fluttered, outlining the shape of the wind.
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"I want chocolate almond flavor and mango flavor." Yu Huan wanted something else and glanced at Sheng Lang.
"Your stomach hurts. Let's come back tomorrow." Sheng Lang pointed at her stomach.
Yu Huan reluctantly accepted his proposal.
There is a green bench outside the store for customers to use.
The sun was not too hot, so the boys and girls sat together and slowly ate their ice cream.
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"I'm back. Aunt Jiang said you had a few arguments with her."
As soon as Sheng Lang entered the house, his mother, Mrs. Sheng, brought up the matter with great interest. It was nothing more than her son had been more pure-hearted than a monk since he was young, and such a thing was rare.
"Not really, it's just that we have different opinions on something." Sheng Lang said calmly.
"But I heard from your Aunt Jiang that Huanhuan didn't even remember three words after a month. Aunt Jiang wants to send Huanhuan to study abroad, aren't you just causing trouble for her..." Mrs. Sheng started to give a long speech.
"Huanhuan is crying."
After Sheng Lang said this, Mrs. Sheng's tone suddenly changed.
"Huanhuan is crying?! Oh, why is her mother so harsh? She's just a little girl. If she doesn't have a good memory, wouldn't it be easier for her to memorize it if she finds someone to teach her? How can you make her cry?"
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