If possible, put the book in the bookshelf, which will make it convenient for you and support me. Thank you very much!

Feng Yiping and Wang Changning paid attention to their attitude towards eating in front of the girls, but they were indeed a little hungry at noon today. As soon as they got up, they would inevitably make a "sloppy" sound.

Fortunately, Huang Jingping grew up in the countryside since she was a child and didn't care much about these things, but she paid great attention to them herself. She ate with her head down and was very quiet and ladylike.

She was not embarrassed to see the two boys who had eaten happily, especially Wang Changning. He had no intention of Huang Jingping, unlike Feng Yiping, who was still holding some, so as he ate, he revealed his true side.

His skill in eating crucian carp was so good. He slapped in his mouth, and only a small crucian carp was left with a skeleton. After seeing it from the corner of Huang Jingping's eyes, she couldn't help but ask, "Why are you so good at eating fish?"

Wang Changning was embarrassed when he asked.

After eating the noodles, Huang Jingping took the initiative to say, "I'll go wash the dishes."

Wang Changning hurriedly said, "No, I'll just wash it." He rushed to clean up.

Feng Yiping stopped him with a smile. Wang Changning looked at him in confusion. Feng Yiping didn't explain, just pulled him and refused to move.

Girls’ enthusiasm for housework must not be criticized!

Later, many of the lazy wives who didn't like to do housework were spoiled by the cheap men themselves.

Huang Jingping actually just said something according to common sense. Unexpectedly, Feng Yiping played cards like this without reason. However, seeing the two boys smiling at her, she had to roll up her sleeves and say, "I'll wash it!"

Feng Yiping said behind, "Heat up the water," she felt a little warm, are she afraid that I will be frozen?

Unexpectedly, Feng Yiping said again, "It will be washed clean and will not leave a fishy smell."

The footsteps that were originally a little happier were heard and said, "You must do something to piss him off!" Huang Jingping thought.

However, the idea of ​​slipping a bowl on an excuse was not implemented. When washing the dishes, Feng Yiping came in to help, took the washed bowl from her, and then rinsed it with cold water.

It's really nothing else. It's just a cold weather, and it's a bit unreasonable for the girls who come to the house for the first time to get in touch with cold water.

Wang Changning looked at the two of them working together in the kitchen in the living room, sighed enviously, got up and entered his room, and gently brought the door with him.

After they came out, they saw Wang Changning going back to the room. It was unnatural for a moment. Feng Yiping originally wanted to take the recorder to the living room, but the living room was very empty and cold. It was better to be in the room. The more serious you are, the more it makes people feel that something is wrong. It would be better to be so generous.

"Student Huang, let me tell me, why did you change your mind?" Feng Yiping asked her if he could ask for help that day, he was hit hard.

Huang Jingping went to sing on her own, "It's nothing. I just feel that after this year, I can only have another New Year's Day at most in school. And we will be promoted to the third grade next year. We may not have time to do this at that time. Let's go on stage to sing once when there is still a chance!"

"It's not my sincerity that touched you?" Feng Yiping asked with a smile.

"What do you think of? It has nothing to do with you. I want to sing myself." Huang Jingping blushed again.

Huang Jingping sat at the table and listened to music, occasionally humming a few words. Feng Yiping leaned on the bed to read a book. Of course, the door was open, but the room was still filled with a faint fragrance unique to the girl.

In such an environment, Feng Yiping's learning efficiency seems to have improved a lot in vain. Gao Zhiyi's two books that he usually finds difficult to read have made today a little faster. No wonder he is not tired of working with men and women!

Although Huang Jingping was sitting there listening to music, through the window glass in front of her, she could see Feng Yiping glanced at this place from time to time, and her heart felt a little sweet.

The conscience of heaven and earth is completely Feng Yiping’s habitual movement when thinking about problems. When he encounters something in the book that he can’t understand, he will look around with questions. If he pays attention, his eyes will be completely unfocused at this time.

As for why I always look over there today, one reason is that there is a window there, and two reason is that there is a girl sitting there. He does this purely unconsciously or subconsciously.

In this winter, it will be colder after sitting for a long time. After a while, Feng Yiping saw Huang Jingping stomping, so he couldn't help but stomp his feet. He took out a blanket from the closet, patted her shoulder from the back, and handed it to Huang Jingping, "Clean, put it on your legs, warm it up."

"Yes," Huang Jingping blushed, her voice as light as a mosquito.

After the class was over, Huang Jingping turned around, rubbed her hands and said, "I think it's almost the same. Let's try it together!"

I was very unsuccessful in the previous few times. I don’t know what happened. As long as the two of them paired up with their eyes, they would laugh after a while.

After finally persevering, after singing the chorus twice, Feng Yiping took out a blank tape and recorded the two of them singing a cappella, but neither of them were satisfied.

In the original song of this song, the female voice is actually just that. Huang Jingping's voice is good and her musical feeling is also good, but she has always accommodated Feng Yiping's mid-tone, and the effect of the part she sang was not good.

"You don't have to accommodate me. If you can sing, just sing."

I learned the lesson, practiced it a few times, and recorded it again. Another problem arose, saying it was a chorus, but there was no feeling of chorus, no echo, no resonance, it was you who sang you and I who sang mine.

The deeper problem is that in front of each other, both of them are a little unreleased and held on, so the overall effect sounds dry and not round at all. The beautiful yearning and prayer in the song are completely inaudible.

It’s like a person who hasn’t drunk water for many days, chanting the lyrics of “My Sun” dryly in the speed of the eulogy, and I can’t hear any enthusiasm.

This problem is a bit difficult to deal with now. To be honest, under Feng Yiping's intentional restraint, although they have been classmates for more than a year, they have not had many dealings with each other until now, so especially Huang Jingping, being more reserved is inevitable.

Don’t expect to eat a fat man in one bite. If you practice today, it won’t work. Use the treatment method of Uncle Zhao in a sketch. At this time, you should find a way to ease the atmosphere and enhance your understanding of each other.

He thought of a few simple jokes and told them. As expected, Huang Jingping was so funny that she couldn't help but maintain her ladylike image. She laughed so hard that she trembled and clenched her fists and stabbed Feng Yiping. "Haha, I'm so laughing to death. Where do you think of these funny stories?"

The result was that not only did they feel familiar, but Wang Changning next door could not even read the books when he heard the joyful movements here.

At around three o'clock, Feng Yiping felt that if he didn't send her back, Huang Chengzhong would probably come over, so he reminded him.

Feng Yiping insisted on sending her to the side of the road and watched her go upstairs. Huang Jingping saw Feng Yiping turn home from the grids on the wall, and then jumped upstairs, humming a song while walking. When she opened the door, she saw that Huang Chengzhong was in the house, sitting there holding a cup of water to read the newspaper.

"Dad, you are at home, why haven't you played mahjong?"

"Yeah," Huang Chengzhong asked her, "How is the singing practice?"

"The effect is not very good, I have to practice it a few more times."

"This Feng Yiping has really good grades?"

"Of course, even my second uncle said that if this continues, it will be safe for him to be admitted to the county No. 1 Middle School. If nothing unexpected happens, it will be no problem to be admitted to the high school in the market." Huang Jingping said with a little pride.

"So, you have to study hard first." Huang Chengzhong said meaningfully.

Feng Yiping returned to 502, and there was still a faint fragrance in the room. He looked at the slightly empty room and felt a little disappointed.

With a squeak, Wang Changning poked his head out of the room, "What's wrong, I'm reluctant to let it go?"

It's not true now, but it feels really different when you are with girls and with brothers.

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Chapter completed!