This Quick Transmigration Experience Is a Bit Sweet

"You can stand it"

The father-in-law sneered at Zong Yuan at the dinner table and hummed triumphantly, "If you get into trouble, you have to go home, isn't it that you won't be back in this life?"

Zong Yuan was eating, pretending not to hear, and by the way put a green vegetable in his mother's bowl.

The grandmother who was in the weight loss period took it over with joy, "Our son is filial."

Zong Yuan knocked the bowl dissatisfied, "Where is mine"

Zong Yuan sighed and handed him a chopstick, "Dad, I was wrong."

The grandfather smiled with satisfaction.

Fu Xin wanted to know the address of Zong Yuan’s house. He squatted in the principal’s room and waited for a few days, stubbornly asking for an answer. The principal was helpless, "Even if I tell you what can you do, you know where he lives?"

"It's very useful." Fu Xin looked at the principal with a pleading look, "I beg you."

Fu Xin returned to the classroom with a note, and Yang Fan asked curiously, "What is this?"

Fu Xin, "The contact information of classmates."

He turned off the topic and looked at the seats of Zhang Zhiliang and He Xiuxiu who came to clean up their desks, "Why are they so happy?"

Yang Fan twitched, "I don't know, Zong Yuan gave them a lot of money."

The parents of the suspected Zhang Zhiliang smiled and greeted the students around him.

"I heard that Zhang Zhiliang was not badly injured, and he was able to get a lot of money. Tsk tsk tsk tsk, how can this kind of good thing not be on my body or forget it? I saw Zong Yuan and I didn’t know Zhang Zhiliang. What did you do to make Zong Yuanqi like that."

Fu Xin touched the jade on his chest through his clothes, his eyes glowing with warmth.

In the evening, Fu Dongqiang sneaked over to stop Fu Xin, "Fu Xin, the boy was called Zong Yuan last time."

Fu Xin meticulously stuffed the letter into the envelope, and his voice contained the gentlest emotions that belonged to this evening, "Yeah."

Fu Dongqiang rubbed his hands, swallowed, and said in Fu Xin's ear, ""

Fu Xin's pupils tightened, holding Fu Dongqiang's wrist with one hand, "You said he gave you money"

Fu Dongqiang rubbed Fu Xin's hair with the other hand, and said excitedly, "Son, don't worry about college tuition."

Fu Xin murmured, "Zong Yuan"

"Zongyuan, what are you stupefying?"

In a noisy disco with a warm atmosphere, someone took Zong Yuan’s shoulders and shouted loudly, "Don’t get up, brothers, especially welcome you."

Zong Yuan was full of a strong smell of smoke, "You will stop if you don't go to class tomorrow, and go home."

friend,""

Zong Yuan laughed, "Study hard and make progress every day."

God **** study hard every day.

The principal complained to Zong Yuan more than once on the phone, "It's really not possible. You can just call him. Why do you have to ask me every day."

You know what a fart, it's romance, Zong Yuan snorted, "Just ignore him next time."

The principal asked suddenly, "He doesn't like you, right?"

"Yeah" Zong Yuan leaned against the wall, especially innocent, "I don't know."

Principal, "" He still has to say, "You are two boys, don't think about it."

"If you want to like Fu Xin, although you are still a bit old and stubborn, don't worry, I" my grandfather came down the stairs and leaned to the side of the phone, "Who do you like Fu Xin"

There was a curious look on his face.

He shouted into the microphone, "Lao Liu, what's the matter, who is Fu Xin looks like?"

The principal cut off the phone decisively, and found Fu Xin standing by the door, not knowing how long he had been waiting, the principal felt guilty, "I should eat and eat, why are you here?"

Fu Xin's eyes lit up, "Principal, you can ask me directly."

The principal said stiffly, "What am I asking you?"

Fu Xin smiled slightly and said softly, "I like him."

"Like him very, very much."

He Xiuxiu pestered his father, "Dad, I don't want to transfer school."

Father He looked deep, "Shut up."

Zong Yuan said no two, he hadn't had time to do anything, and someone who had heard the wind rushed to show Zong Yuan.

Three days later.

Zong Yuan crawled to sleep in the last row of the new high school. His buddy shouted in the front row, "Zong Yuan, you believe it."

Someone followed the sound, and the pink envelope was bright and eye-catching.

Zong Yuan buried his head deeper, "Don't look."

"If you don't see it, you don't watch it," his buddy said cheerfully, "Pay, Fu Xin"

"That's a good name."

The letter in his hand was snatched by Zong Yuan, "Isn't it uninterested"

Many girls who followed him showed heartbroken expressions.

Turns out there is a girlfriend.

Zong Yuan leaned against the wall and opened the thin letter. There was only one piece of paper and a picture inside. Zong Yuan shook the paper and it was full of pages, "Zongyuan, Zongyuan, Zongyuan" densely packed, 0046 dumb. After a while, puzzled, "Should you just write your name if you post a letter?"

Zong Yuan opened the painting, the layered scratches did not express the image of the thing that he wanted to express, 0046 lacked interest, "I can't understand."

Zong Yuan aroused a smile, folded the letter paper and put it in his pocket.

Whether it's his densely packed name or a picture that I don't know what he painted, it only shows a message. It just so happens that he sees it clearly, and Fu Xin is just saying, "I miss you."

Subtle thoughts.

People around him asked him, "It's really your girlfriend"

Zong Yuan, "I am chasing a child of mine."

His friend looked at the smile on his face, who believed it.

When the grandfather came to this place for a meeting, he went to visit the principal, and suddenly talked about what he cared about. I just went to see which classroom "Fu Xin you said that day" was in.

Fu Xin rushed into the principal's office, with a little sweat on his forehead, "Principal, do you have my reply?"

The headmaster spread his hands and got a headache, "No, no, Fu Xin, you are tired once a day."

Fu Xin shook his head, grandfather interrupted, with a strange expression, "Your name is Fu Xin"

Fu Xin nodded and said politely, "Hello."

The grandfather was silent for a long time, then turned to look at the principal, "Are you still called Fu Xin?"

The principal, "Don't think too much, he is the Fu Xin that your son knows."

Fu Xin looked up, only to find that the sitting uncle's face was somewhat familiar.

Between the eyebrows, there was the same look as Zong Yuan.

The grandfather was in a complicated mood, looked at Fu Xin one after another, and couldn't help but ask, "Classmate, you are a boy"

Fu Xin? Folding boats? Fashions? Bars!

The grandfather is completely ill, "No, old friend, I have to go first, I have to slow down."

Fu Xin took a step forward, his expression eager, anxious and nervous in his eyes, "Uncle Zong, Zong Yuan, how is he?"

The truth does not seem to be false. The grandfather does not want to get angry with the child. He replied, "Thank you for this classmate's concern for the dog, Zong Yuan is very good."

Bei Erxiang, who was eating, couldn't see what was going on in his heart.

On the contrary, this kid, listening to old friends say that, still comes to wait for news every day

Fu Xin took out his notebook and looked at his grandfather expectantly, "Uncle Zong, can you bring me a picture to Zong Yuan?"

Being watched this way, my grandfather nodded reluctantly, Fu Xin smiled with brows and eyes, and he smelled like a good child. He did not feel distressed at all to tear off the latest painting, "Uncle, thank you very much."

The grandfather picked it up at random and his eyes lit up, "Hey, the flowers and plants are well painted."

Fu Xin's mouth curled up, humble, "so-so."

The grandfather looked at him lovingly, "Very good, very good boy, I appreciate your style of painting if you are interested in becoming a person under my banner."

Fu Xin was embarrassed, "You are too exaggerated."

The principal and grandfather have been old friends for so many years. It is rare for him to be so excited. He curiously went up and took a look, ""What kind of stuff is there to see the flowers?

The praised painting was completely held in my heart.

The grandfather really likes it. He kindly invited him, "Call Fu Xin, Xiao Xin, you don’t want to see Zong Yuan, so let’s show your uncle the painting book to your uncle to admire and appreciate, how can your uncle take you to find him? kind"

Fu Xin hesitated for two seconds, pretending to have struggled, and handed the drawing book to his grandfather as soon as the time was up, "OK"

The principal looked dumbfounded, no, he said he was entangled.

When Zong Yuan returned home with nothing to do, he saw Fu Xin sitting on his sofa, eagerly discussing something with his dad, and realizing his arrival, he quickly looked over and said "Zong Yuan" in surprise.

What situation

I've said that I haven't seen a script that happened in college for a few years

I have a crush on romance

Did you feed the dog?