Before going to Shanghai, Zhan Xi had beautifully imagined which Friday to go to Shanghai to play with Xiaoyu for three days and two nights. After going to Shanghai, she completely gave up this idea because she knew that Luo Jingyu's daily coursework was really hard and hard.

That day she ate hot pot, and she added WeChat messages from Sister Shao and others, and doubled the number of friends she and Xiaoyu shared on WeChat.

Luo Jingyu has never posted a message during her further study, but her sisters will post it. It is usually 1:00, 2:00, and 3:00, one by one, one by one, and one by one, cheering, "I finally finished my work and can go to bed!"

Zhan Xi looked at the flowers they made, and Luo Jingyu was sitting quietly at the desk in his mind. He ironed the trowel bit by bit, with an extremely focused expression.

Sister Zhu told Zhan Xi that every year, the study is like this, the pressure is huge and the sleep time is very small, but everyone is working hard and is not afraid of hardships when they are willing to pay.

Sister Shao added that in the middle, everyone will take a break twice, not sleep in the room, but go out to collect folk songs, see the real wild flowers and weeds in nature, and there will also be fieldwork.

This hot flower genre pursues natural and wild taste, and the style of the works is delicate and realistic, unlike other genres that have an exaggerated and luxurious beauty.

Sister Shao said that what they need to do is patience, and it has been a matter of nearly ten years since they learned to boil flowers. Before that, these sisters had the same thing as Luo Jingyu, that is, they like to do handicrafts since childhood, and they were very agile, and their hands were very agile. They could sit on the chair for several hours without moving.

"It's really rare that boys can sit as much as Xiaoyu." Sister Ding pointed to Luo Jingyu and said to Zhan Xi, "However, the head of Japan is a man, so we all think it's normal to see Xiaoyu like it so much. This is a hobby and a career. I'm very happy to do it. I open a position three or four times a year and earn more than 100,000 or 200,000 yuan. It feels more comfortable than going to work and can take care of the children at home."

In addition to giving up the idea of ​​going to Shanghai, Zhan Xi would not chat with Luo Jingyu on WeChat tonight.

I didn’t know before, but now I know that the hour or two before bed was Luo Jingyu’s busiest time. I thought that Xiaoyu had to stay up late after chatting with her, Zhan Xi felt distressed, so I simply moved the chat time to lunch break and supper.

The two of them said a few words every day, Zhan Xi told him not to worry about himself and study hard. In just over a month, he could go back to Qiantang after finishing his homework.

Zhan Xizhen signed up for a dance class at "Autumn Wind Art" and went there twice a week. He started learning modern dance at no foundation.

She likes the feeling of sweating profusely when dancing, likes Teacher Qiu’s attitude towards life, and likes the boiling atmosphere of the entire classroom when dancing with the students.

Among the students were teenage boys and girls, office workers in their twenties like Zhan Xi, and an older sister in her thirties.

My sister danced very well. During the chat, she told Zhan Xi that she was already a mother of two children, but dancing has always been her dream. She came to learn dance, and her husband supported her very much.

Every Sunday, Zhan Xi still went to Zhou Lian's house to take sign language classes. After learning for three months, she found that she had fallen in love with this vivid language.

She imagined Xiaoyu's life. She had never heard any sound in this life. She opened her mouth and didn't know how to speak out all the words and words. All the thoughts in her heart had to be expressed with her hands. But this kind of language is more difficult to understand than English for ordinary people.

Zhan Xi developed a habit when she was at home alone. She typed out whatever she thought in her heart. If she didn’t know some words, she would immediately go to the sign language book.

Sign language is not like Chinese. There are many words that have the same meaning in Chinese, and there are various idioms. If you change to sign language, there is only one expression, such as "beautiful", "beautiful", "beautiful", and gestures are the same.

There is also the problem of word order, which is the difficulty facing Zhan Xi. A sentence is composed of words. When she is talking about sign language, she naturally typed out the words one by one according to the word order of Chinese sentences. But Zhou Lian told her that deaf people are visual thinking, and the word order of sign language will be sorted visually and first and then later.

For example, Zhan Xi saw a ball rolling out, and later chased a little boy and kicked a ball. Zhan Xi could play sign language: [Little boy, kick, ball.]

Zhou Lian said that if it was replaced by Xiaoyu, his playing style was: [Ball, roll, little boy, kick.]

Zhou Lian comforted Zhan Xi: "Don't worry, many sign language books now use Chinese word order as examples, and want to teach people how to use sign language. You follow your own ideas, as long as the gestures are correct, the little fish can understand it. They have been used to our way of using sign language since childhood, and there will be no trouble. What you need to practice is to understand the sign language order of Xiaoyu. He may simply skip many words and words, and you have to string it yourself and string it into one sentence. In fact, as long as you chat with him more, you two have a year of love, and you can ensure that you can understand whatever he says."

Zhan Xi is increasingly understanding why Luo Jingyu is confused and why it is so difficult to read Chinese. In fact, he is already working hard to adapt and learn the typing order of listening to people. Maybe he is really talented in this area and there is nothing to force.

Speaking is expression, writing is expression, and sign language is expression. Her little fish is inherently limited, so Zhan Xi doesn't want to be too harsh on him.

She just needs to learn sign language well. One day, she will be able to completely "understand" Luo Jingyu's words.

As June comes, the weather is getting hotter and hotter day by day. Long-sleeved shirts have been replaced with short-sleeved dresses, and sandals have been found to wipe them clean.

The gift was born in winter and ushered in the first summer of the cat's birth. It grew a little older, but it was still not adult, weighing only over 4 pounds, so it is considered a junior high school student among cats.

When Zhan Xi was playing with the cat stick with him, he would speak in sign language at the gift: "Do you miss your dad? Dad is in school, and his mom misses him too. He will come back soon. He misses you very much. Let's take a photo for him to see?"

She took a selfie with her gift in her cell phone and sent it to Luo Jingyu. Not long after, Luo Jingyu sent a selfie back.

He had just finished taking a shower and still hadn't dried his hair. He was wearing a simple gray short-sleeved T-sleeved face to face the camera with a smile on the background of the room Zhan Xi was familiar with.

【Egg Pudding】: Do your homework quickly, don't do it too late

[What a big fish]: It's going to be made, Huanhuan, I miss you very much.

【Egg Pudding】: I miss you too, oh ~

【What a big fish】:

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Yuan Sichen, Qian Yun and others understood Zhan Xi's impending resignation, but they were reluctant to let it go. They agreed to have a breakup meal before Zhan Xi left.

One day during lunch, Yuan Sichen asked Zhan Xi: "Hey, what's going on with you and that deaf little brother?"

Zhan Xi stopped his chopsticks and looked up and replied: "I'm in the same place."

Yuan Sichen thought for a while and said, "I have no objection to your boyfriend and will not tell others. But if you don't want people to know, it's better to be more at ease. If you plan to make it public, then pretend I didn't say it."

Zhan Xi asked in confusion: "What does it mean?"

Yuan Sichen looked around, and there were no colleagues around him, and lowered his voice and said, "A few days ago, Sister Wen asked me if you were in a relationship, which scared me and almost sold you. After reacting, she told her that I didn't know."

"..." It has something to do with Wenqin, and it always makes Zhan Xi have bad associations and asks, "Why did she ask about me?"

"How do I know?" Yuan Sichen smiled, "Don't say, Sister Wen is so accurate in her eyes. She said that your face is very good in the past few months, your skin is so tender that you can pinch it out of water, and you have become cheerful and love to laugh, and it looks like you are in a situation."

Zhan Xi touched his face and asked, "Is it so obvious?"

"Isn't that?" Yuan Sichen said, "It's obvious that girls are in love. I've discovered it. You usually smirk secretly. Do you know that you are smirking sometimes?"

Zhan Xi's mouth twitched, and she didn't realize it at all.

Yuan Sichen said: "Also, Sister Wen asked me what the situation between you and Lin Yan is now, and I said I don't know. Lin Yan hasn't sent milk tea to our office for half a year. Sister Wen asked me, are you two secretly dating? I said no, you two don't usually have any contact."

After listening, Zhan Xi was silent. Wenqin would ask about these things and use her toes to figure out who her idea was.

Zhan Xi never expected that she would meet her mother downstairs at the company two days later.

In the lobby on the first floor, office workers rushed out of the elevator. Chi Guilan and his aunt stood beside each other and looked up, with a big bag on their shoulders. When they saw Zhan Xi, Chi Guilan even had a pleasing smile on her face.

Zhan Xi was so much that she had goose bumps on her body.

"Mom, aunt, why are you here?" Zhan Xi walked up to them and asked.

The mother and daughter have not seen each other for two months. When they suddenly saw each other, Zhan Xi's tone was distant and defensive, and there was no joy in the girl's mother after seeing her.

Chi Guilan said: "Your aunt came to Qiantang for treatment. She had a minor problem. I had nothing to do, so I came with her. I had dinner with Ajie in the evening. I called him and he would come."

Zhan Xi asked: "Why don't you call me in advance?"

My aunt interrupted: "I said I wanted to call you, but your mother insisted on not letting you go, saying she didn't want to disturb your work."

Chi Guilan smiled and said, "We got off the bus and went straight here. Not long after, your unit... Mom hasn't been here yet. Are you about to quit? Mom just wants to come and have a look and go to your house by the way. Isn't the house you rent very close?"

Zhan Xi took the bag on his mother's shoulder: "It's very close, let's go, you'll arrive in more than ten minutes."

Chi Guilan was unwilling to leave, and looked at a man walking out of the elevator and asked Zhan Xi: "Huanhuan, you have worked in the unit for a year. Is there any boy chasing you?"

"No." Zhan Xi looked at her, "My unit is a private enterprise and has no staffing, so you don't know."

"Actually... Mom is not that rigid either." Chi Guilan's tone was strangely flattering, "Some boys in private companies have high education and good family background. If they are good, their mother can accept it."

Zhan Xi stared at her coldly, and Chi Guilan laughed: "Huanhuan, mom knows that you are too strict with you. You may have talked about not being a boyfriend in the system. I am afraid that mom is unhappy. In fact, mom is not so rigid. If you..."

"Are you still going to my house?" Zhan Xi interrupted her.

Chi Guilan's smile disappeared, she looked at her daughter silently, and every wrinkle on her face exuded a depressing emotion. Zhan Xi knew that her mother was patient, but she was not afraid. Even if her mother was running wildly downstairs in the company, she felt that it was normal.

My aunt broke the deadlock between them: "Go and go, I'm so tired after taking the bus for three hours."

Zhan Xi took them to Qingquejiayuan. After entering the 19802, his aunt said, "Oh, Huanhuan cleaned up the house very clean!"

Chi Guilan was not attentive. She saw a few flowers in the glass bottle on the dining table and looked closer. They were fake flowers. She also saw the empty cat litter box and cat bowl in the corner, and was very confused.

After seeing the refrigerator, she walked into the kitchen, then reached Zhanxi's bedroom, opened the wardrobe and took a look. She turned around and saw a few books stacked on the bedside table. Chi Guilan picked up one and read it. It turned out to be a sign language book.

Chi Guilan: "?"

All her behavior fell into Zhan Xi's eyes. Those sign language books were always on the bedside table. Zhan Xi thought of it before entering the door, but she did not intend to "rescue" and did not intend to explain.

She just watched coldly, thinking that when she was a little girl, she had always been intimate with the old lady and talked about everything.

And now, how sad, her mother is like a detective, hoping to use a magnifying glass to check clues in her room, but she still pretends to be just a casual look, praising her, "You really know how to cook now", or complaining, "Why are there so many snacks? Eating too much snacks is not good for your health."

There were two whale dolls, one big and one small, next to Zhan Xi’s pillow. Chi Guilan was shocked and couldn’t help but say, “Huanhuan, why did you buy this kind of plush thing? Do you still have pets? Are cats or dogs? You can’t keep them!"

"No pets." Zhan Xi said calmly, "and, I am not allergic."

Chi Guilan wanted to say something else, and her aunt pulled her sleeve: "What are you doing? Didn't you agree to do it before coming? Why did you take care of it again?"

"But the doctor said..." Chi Guilan's words were interrupted by Zhan Xi's cell phone ringtone, and Zhan Jie's car arrived at the entrance of the community.

At night, four people were having a meal in the restaurant, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Zhan Jie had a dark face and didn't want to say a word. Zhan Xi just greeted his mother and aunt politely and ordered a few dishes casually.

Chi Guilan looked at her son's depressed look and was angry and anxious, and asked him: "Ajie, how have you eaten lately?"

Zhan Jie said in a deep voice: "Eat at work and work overtime every day."

"You're going to be damaged." Chi Guilan said with a heartache, "You've lost weight, so it's not a solution to continue like this."

Zhan Jie ignored her.

Chi Guilan asked again: "Ajie, will you spend Weiwei's seventh birthday with him?"

Zhan Jie shook his head.

Chi Guilan took out a red envelope from the bag and handed it to Zhan Jie: "This is a birthday bag for Weiwei. Whenever you see him, give it to him. Tell him, grandma misses him."

Zhan Jie took it with a stern face.
To be continued...