Successfully captured a domestic sister

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The final exam came quickly, and with a bang, he was No.1 again.I also entered the top 50 with her dedication and help.

The arrival of winter vacation makes us have to part.

This is the first time in my life that I hope that the holiday can go faster and faster.For the first time, I was worried about the start of school.It was also the first time that I felt unspeakable gratitude to my parents who greeted me at home.

I gave Ji the pills prepared by Teacher Luo.

Every morning, there is a text message telling her how much medicine to take and how much to eat.She is also required to give back on time every night.

The new semester is finally here, and when I saw her, she let out a shriek as if she had grown taller.

It was only then that I remembered that this child barely reached the height of my shoulders at the beginning of school, and after so long, it has almost grown to my chin.

When I hug the person in my arms again, I can bury my face in the child's hair as long as I lower my head slightly, and my nostrils are filled with the sweet fruity fragrance of the child's hair.

The child has grown up.

11-year-old Ji Yisheng began to see sunlight in his eyes.

The author has something to say: There has been a lot of noise recently about reading articles.

Just want to complain, a thousand words is a true tmd.

I, a novice who is not short of money for generating electricity for love, may not be qualified to say this, but most authors need just enough food.Besides, the copyright of the work I have worked so hard to create is not my own, just like a son who has been raising for 18 years suddenly changes his name to someone else's mother.

How many people can work hard to write articles without income, and the copyright awareness that has been developed with great difficulty will be destroyed again. Wouldn’t it be good to keep the good times of the online literary world flourishing?

If the big one I like quits the circle, I will be so angry that I will beat the TX dog!

No!Dogs are so cute, TX doesn't deserve them!

Sorry >man<, there is really nowhere to vent.Let me rant quietly.

☆, six

08.

In the second semester of junior high school, the president of the art club I joined recommended me to participate in the science and technology cartoon competition for primary and middle school students.

I passed the preliminary round.

In the semi-finals, we have to draw on the spot.The time is half a month later.

Compared with the previous school-level competitions, this time the competition is at the district level, and the awards are more important.There are extra points in the high school entrance examination.The president attached great importance to this and took me to several training sessions.Evening repair also applied to the teacher to give me a small stove.

I get busy.

The homework must be completed before the evening repair, and the art training must be completed until 09:30.By the time I got back to the classroom, the evening course had ended a long time ago.

Ji Sheng was the only one left in the classroom.

Under the bright light, the child reads the book quietly.

Lonely and well-behaved.

I just yell at the door of the classroom: "One."

She would slowly raise her head, looking at me with black and white eyes.That kind of gaze seems to have spanned tens of thousands of years. To engrave me in her eyes is all dependence.

It took half a minute for the child to come back to his senses, put down the book with a thud, and ran to my side in three steps at a time.Grabbing my outstretched hand, he followed me back to the dormitory obediently and quietly.

Sleeping at night, if I reach out to hold Ji a little later, she will also learn to look straight at me with black eyes, misty, and her cute little face is so serious that she can't find a smile.

It was an expression of giving up praying but persistently staring at the last ray of dawn.

Every time a child sees me, my heart softens into a puddle of water.Hold her as she wants.Even many times when I woke up in the middle of the night to check on her situation, as long as I saw that she was awake, I would definitely climb onto her bed, hug the baby, pat her on the back, and then fall asleep in a daze.

For the situation that we woke up the next day and saw us sleeping together, the roommates were already familiar with it.Sometimes they would bet us whether I would sleep in my "daughter" bed again the next day.

Kyrgyzstan has begun to improve.

That's what Mr. Luo judged.I also think so.

It's just that the child's attitude is not much different from the past.Well-behaved and polite, few words.

She started to feel better and slept less in class.I ate a little more food, and my stature began to change.The originally short child began to have the beauty of a girl, and the immature and lovely face attracted the love of many boys and girls.

There are also more and more people who come to elementary school bullies with ulterior motives to ask questions.

She started going to school like a real normal kid.

But I am not happy.There is no real joy in this transformation.There is even a kind of irritability that one's own toy is coveted.And my little cutie is unaware of my departure and busyness.I'm so disgusted at myself for such a bad reaction.

The fifth-to-last day of late repair before the game.

The one who was supposed to read quietly in the classroom appeared at the door of the art room with a chirp.

I don't know when she came, but when she raised her head inadvertently, she met the child's eyes.

Concentration, persistence, clearly reflected my figure.

With a chirp, he stood there quietly, engulfed by the darkness outside the corridor, like a child abandoned by the world, eliminating all sense of existence.

I immediately put down the brush and walked towards her.

"Why did you come here?"

The child still stared at me intently, opened his mouth, and did not speak.