My childhood sweetheart, who was reborn with me, ended up as a loser.

Chapter 26 Wan Ning Wants to Hear Wan Ning's Song

Xiao Ruanwen boarded the train at their next stop.

After getting on the bus, she first checked to see if Xu Qingfan and Xia Xiaoxiao were inside. Upon seeing them, she excitedly ran over, calling out, "Xiaoxiao, Xiaofan!"

Good morning, have you had breakfast yet?

Good morning, Ruan Wen.

Xiao Ruanwen sat down in front and turned around to chat with them: "I had xiaolongbao for breakfast, and my grandpa gave me ten yuan for pocket money. I'll treat you to ice cream later!"

"Okay, then I'm going to eat Chocola later and use up all your allowance."

"Wow, how could you be so naughty!"

"Hahaha, scared now?"

"Don't worry, I'll tell Wan Ning when I get back that you want to eat Chocola, and then Wan Ning will buy it for you first."

"Wow, how could you be so naughty!"

"Goose, goose, goose!"

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The school bus soon drove into the campus, and the three of them got off the bus.

The Experimental Primary School covers an area of ​​over 200 acres. Stepping into the campus, one is greeted by birdsong and fragrant flowers, and the air feels refreshingly clean.

"The school is so big, playing hide-and-seek must be so much fun!" Xiao Ruanwen habitually pulled on Xu Qingfan's clothes as she walked, "riding" behind him.

"A hide-and-seek contest, huh?" Xu Qingfan thought of the speed bumps he often saw in his past life.

"What hide-and-seek contest?" Xiao Ruanwen stuck her head in front of him.

"It's about finding five people to hide in the school, and then getting all the students involved to find them. Doesn't that sound interesting?" Xu Qingfan explained.

"Wow, I wish we could really play like that!"

"What kind of good thoughts are you having? Your parents will definitely report you." Xia Xiaoxiao said this to Xu Qingfan.

"That's true, there are specific national circumstances." Xu Qingfan abandoned this unrealistic idea.

Xiao Ruanwen didn't understand what the two were saying, but she was used to it. Xiao Xiao and Xiao Fan would often say things she didn't understand, as long as they didn't hide it from her.

When the three arrived at the classroom, Lin Wanning and Zhang Yiyi were already there, but they were probably in the restroom, as they were not in their seats.

"Duck~ Brother Qingfan!" Lin Wanning and Zhang Yiyi returned hand in hand with water. Upon seeing Xu Qingfan, they excitedly ran back, "Quack quack quack!"

"Guga~" Zhang Yiyi's speech became clearer, but for the time being, she could only make "Guga".

Xu Qingfan was suddenly surrounded by beautiful young girls. After spending some time cuddling with Wan Ning and Yi Yi, he took out his notebook from his bag and asked, "Everyone, please take a look and see if these poems are appropriate to submit?"

Wan Ning, Yi Yi, and Ruan Wen didn't have much of their own opinions, so they actually asked Xia Xiaoxiao for help.

Principal Song had already submitted all of Xu Qingfan's dozen or so poems to the school during the summer vacation to provincial journals, with fees ranging from fifty to two hundred yuan—it was like picking up money off the ground.

It sounds simple, but it actually involves the issue of identity endorsement.

If Xu Qingfan truly wrote these poems as a first-grade elementary school student, then he would definitely be qualified to be published in provincial and national journals.

But who knows if these poems were written by an adult and then used as a child's identity to gain fame?

Without a school to endorse him, his poems might only get published in a local magazine at best, and the payment would be meager, a pitiful ten or so yuan.

"I had a serious illness when I was four years old. My grandma would boil Chinese medicine for me every day and dump the dregs on the road in front of the door. Grandma said that if other people walked over the dregs, my illness would be taken away. I said that was not good. Wouldn't other people get sick?"

So Grandma stopped dumping the medicine residue on the path in front of the door and started dumping it on the path in the vegetable garden, a path that only Grandma walked on.

Later, I really got better, and nobody walked that road anymore.

"Why did you rewrite the essay? I don't remember you being seriously ill when you were four years old," Xia Xiaoxiao asked after reading it.

"I just had a cold and fever, and it took a long time to get better after taking Chinese medicine. I just remembered to write it down," Xu Qingfan explained.

"Yes, that's good. Write more, I love reading." Xia Xiaoxiao nodded in approval.

This is a rare and precious recognition, coming from a top student.

"Why do my eyes sometimes feel like I need to pee when I read what you write, Brother Qingfan?" Lin Wanning asked, pouting.

"Because Wanning took half of my sorrow, I am no longer sad. Wanning is so kind, thank you Wanning!"

"Oh, I see!" Lin Wanning's eyes lit up immediately. "Then Qingfan-gege, share some more of your sadness with Ningning! Ningning's eyes are very good at 'pooping'!"

"Okay, I'll pass on the sorrow to Wan Ning now!" Xu Qingfan placed his hand on her back, mimicking the transfer of martial arts skills in a martial arts film.

"Uh-huh!"

"Pfft..." Xia Xiaoxiao glared at Xu Qingfan, "You're just teasing an idiot!"

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The elementary school schedule starts with morning reading at 8:10. As 8 o'clock approaches, the classroom gradually fills with students.

Because everyone was unfamiliar with each other, many people sat quietly in their seats, appearing quite socially awkward.

Xu Qingfan's seats were arranged beforehand; Zhang Yiyi sat to his left, Lin Wanning to his right, and Xia Xiaoxiao and Xiao Ruanwen behind him.

That's right, their seating consisted of three tables pushed together.

The seats on both sides of the classroom by the window are for two people at two desks, while only the middle row has three people at three desks.

Xiao Ruanwen and Xia Xiaoxiao's new deskmate also arrived. She was a chubby little girl. She probably felt awkward sitting and listening to their conversation, so she put down her schoolbag and ran out of the classroom.

The school bell rang, and the students who were still outside the classroom ran back to their classrooms one after another, followed closely by the homeroom teacher.

"Is everyone here? We'll take attendance during morning reading so the teacher can get to know you all!" Jiang Bianyue clapped her hands, and the students quickly quieted down.

Ms. Jiang teaches Chinese. She was the one who guided them during their entrance interview that day.

Before his name was even called, Xu Qingfan took out his Chinese textbook from the drawer. It had just been distributed yesterday and still smelled of new ink.

When Lin Wanning saw Qingfan take out his Chinese textbook, he also took out his Chinese textbook. When he saw Qingfan turn to page 123, he turned to the corresponding page as well.

The title of the text on this page is "The Little Painter in the Snow," which is the only text that Xu Qingfan still remembers from the lessons he has studied.

It's snowing! It's snowing! A group of little artists came to the snow. The chicks drew bamboo leaves, the puppies drew plum blossoms, the ducklings drew maple leaves, and the ponies drew crescent moons.

He picked up a pen and wrote in the blank space beside it:

"When you were born, you were very small, and it was very small too, its tail wagging gently at you."

When you grow up, you become very tall, and so does it, wagging its tail happily at you.

When you were an adult, you were strong and healthy, while it was old and frail, its tail wagging slowly at you.

Later, you got married, and its little mound of earth was overgrown with foxtail grass. When you went to see it, you saw the grass still swaying at you.

"Brother Qingfan, what are you writing?" Lin Wanning curiously leaned over to look, but didn't quite understand.

"Wanning wants to hear Wanning's song." Xu Qingfan reached out and ruffled Wanning's hair.

"Hmm?" Lin Wanning narrowed his eyes in confusion.

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