Chapter 45, in capital letters

  At night, Shen Yijia went back to her room after washing up.

  Song Jingchen leaned against the bedside and was reading a book.

   Shen Yijia's eyelids twitched when she saw the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table beside the bed.

   Seeing Song Jingchen reading and paying attention, he walked over quietly, just put his hands on both sides of the table.

  Song Jingchen turned a page of the book, so scared that Shen Yijia immediately put his hands behind him.

  Wait for a while, Song Jingchen didn't have any extra reaction. He breathed a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth, raised the table with both hands, and ran back.

   Put the table in the farthest corner of the bed and do it in one go.

   Shen Yijia helped her heart.

   is more tired than her fight.

   Looking back, very good, Xianggong is immersed in the sea of ​​books and cannot extricate himself.

   Creeply took off his coat and climbed into the bed. Pull over the quilt and cover it, close your eyes and sleep!

  Song Jingchen tilted his head to look at her guilty conscience, and found it funny.

   Originally, Song Jingchen really wanted to urge Shen Yijia to study the calligraphy. But seeing how she was in a low mood all afternoon, she couldn't bear to force her.

   Song Jingchen closed the book and lay down after waiting for the sound of long breathing from the person beside him.

   Counting silently in my heart, I just counted to ten.

  Shen Yijia rolled over like a ball, having the experience of yesterday.

  Song Jingchen grabbed Shen Yijia into his arms, preventing the messy little hand from picking it up.

   The next day, Song Jingchen let Shen Yijia learn what it means to be able to escape the first day of the new year but not the fifteenth day.

   After breakfast, Leng was forced to write a hundred characters.

  Shen Yijia was satisfied and handed the ten pages of paper he had written to Song Jingchen.

   Looking at the words that were not as good as those written by a three-year-old child, Song Jingchen felt his brows twitching wildly.

   silently decided to let Shen Yijia write at least 200 characters a day in the future.

   Shen Yijia still doesn't know that her good days are over.

   went out for a walk and found that no one at home was there.

   asked strangely: "What about them?"

   "Aunt Tian next door said to go up the mountain to pick up mushrooms, and my mother went with me when she had nothing to do, and Brother Hao and Sister Huan also went to play." Song Jingchen didn't lift his head.

   "Oh! What about Uncle Yang?" Shen Yijia asked again.

  Song Jingchen raised his head and gave Shen Yijia a deep look, for a long time Shen Yijia thought he would not answer.

   heard him casually say: "I asked him to go out to do some errands, I don't think he will come back in a short time."

   "Oh!" Shen Yijia pouted.

   noticed that Song Jingchen often held a book that seemed to have a piece of paper in it.

   took it out and looked at it, and it turned into petrification, and then screamed in surprise: "Ah, ah, this... this...!"

   patted the paper in his hand in front of Song Jingchen, and said incoherently, "Wheelchair, that's what I mean by wheelchair. There are two wheels under the chair..."

   After saying that, she picked it up out of curiosity and took a closer look. The more she looked, the more surprised it became. It was exactly the same as the wheelchair she saw in her previous life. He murmured, "How come there are drawings of wheelchairs here?"

  Song Jingchen looked at her like an idiot, and said, "I drew it, how could you say there is."

   "Did you draw it?" Shen Yijia choked for a moment, then felt very embarrassed, and said angrily, "Didn't you understand?"

   "Just kidding!"

  Shen Yijia: "…"

   Grit your teeth, you look good, I will endure.

   threw the blueprint back to Song Jingchen, turned around and left a handsome back.

   "Where are you going?" Song Jingchen hurriedly asked, fearing to make people anxious.

   Shen Yijia didn't turn her head back, and a sentence came from a distance. "I'm going to chop down trees and come back to make a wheelchair!"

  You can draw, but I can still do it, just better than you.

   Song Jingchen chuckled softly.

   (end of this chapter)

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