A girl standing by the window in the first row stood up.

Liner paused the pen in his hand.

ah?

Do you still have to talk about your deep impression of your mother?

Can it be changed to a deep impression of my father?

If she talked about Lin Yi'an, she could list a whole sheet of A4 paper, but when it comes to her mother, Lin Er was not interested.

Seeing the classmates in the front row standing up one by one, Lin Er was inexplicably a little annoyed. The tip of the pen drew a few meaningless lines on the notebook. She frowned and suddenly closed the notebook.

When Lin Er put the notebook back on the bookshelf, he glanced at the end of his eyes and saw Xie Yan's expression.

She subconsciously turned her head to look at him.

Xie Yanzheng turned his head slightly and looked out the window, with an inhuman indifference on his face.

Lin Er was a little stunned. Xie Yan rarely showed his true emotions. No matter whether he was happy or not, he always had a heartless smile on his face, as if he was used to it.

Lin Er's eyes flashed. I don't know what she thought of, but she suddenly reached out and poked his pen cap on his wrist bone exposed, calling him, "Xie Tiantian?"

Xie Yan came to his senses, paused his eyes outside the window, and then turned his head to look at her: "Hmm?"

When he looked down, his black eyelashes drooped like crow feathers, and the tear mole hidden in the folds of his double eyelids appeared faintly.

Liner reached out to touch his table, and said as he touched, "Take out your heirloom."

Xie Yan: "?"

Xie Yan was confused for a moment: "Family heirloom?"

When did he have a family heirloom? Why didn’t he know it himself?

Lin Er simply relied on his own, leaned against him, and continued to touch his table: "It's your old almanac."

Take it with you everywhere you go. If you are not a heirloom, what is that?

"...that's not a family heirloom." Xie Yan said very directly and generously, "But if you like it, I'll give it to you."

Lin Er touched it for a long time, finally got it, took out the old calendar, put it on the table, and then looked up and rejected him: "No, I don't want it, I'll just take a look at it occasionally."

This thing is hard to bear every day.

As he said that, Liner turned the date to today and looked down.

Today's old experience did not disappoint her, but she saw the words "black and black" on it:

——Today, you should have insomnia, flatter your deskmate, brag, and lift your girlfriend's skirt; avoid vomiting and having fun, avoid going to Baidu to read expert dream interpretation, avoid wearing Sailor Moon underwear, and avoid dating and dating two men at the same time.

Lin Er's thoughtful eyes stopped on the line "Don't wear Sailor Moon's underwear" for a long time.

After a while, she supported her chin and asked Xie Yan: "Xie Tiantian, does Shen Wang also have this old calendar?"

"...No." Xie Yan knew what she was thinking without asking, "When I bought this old calendar, the vendor said, "I am a lonely book, and I am the only one in the world."

“…”

God's fucking book is really about selling things, and he can make up any lies.

The students in the front rows have answered the questions one after another, and it is Shi Sang, who is in the front seat.

Shi Sang stood up and said, "My deepest impression on my mother is that the watermelon that my mother cuts always smells of onion."
Chapter completed!