Let's write it first.

Time is limited, so Yang Feng and Yang Xiaoyu both chose to compromise temporarily, write the theme of the composition first, sublimate the part, and finally think about it.

...

The Internet has a very powerful ability. While Yang Feng and Yang Xiaoyu were still writing essays, video bloggers have begun to bet on composition topics on the Internet.

There are all kinds of things, and one of the video bloggers bet on the title of the composition on ‘the people around us’.

Yang Yang and Xu Yan were sitting in a milk tea shop with Hua Xiaoqian at this time, waiting for the exam to end.

"Husband, I think this person is right." Xu Yan sat next to Yang Yang and held her cell phone to him, her body was almost completely attached to him. "I still remember that when we were in the middle school entrance examination, the composition topic for the middle school entrance examination was "My Mom"."

"You still remember what happened so long ago." Yang Yang gently pushed his wife. I don't know if he had been running business and getting closer to his wife recently, or if the children had high school entrance exams, and he was also under a little pressure.

Just because his wife leaned over, he couldn't help but feel impulsive.

This is still waiting for the children to finish the exam, and they are about to make a fool of themselves, so where can they put their face?

"What? I used to wish I could hang on you, but now I don't want to touch you anymore?" Xu Yan pouted and stared at Yang Yang fiercely.

I just finished drinking milk tea, it should be sweet and has a milky aroma.

Yang Yang looked at his wife's mouth, and had just a thought in his heart, so he quickly moved away, "Xiao Qian is still here, pay attention to her image."

"It's okay, don't worry about me. I've been used to it. It's better to think I don't exist." Hua Xiaoqian held the habit in her mouth, looked down at her phone, and replied casually.

My husband didn't cooperate, and Xu Yan changed her object again, "Xiao Qian, do you think if Xiaoyu and Xiaofeng meet similar composition titles, will they write about you or us?"

“…”

Hua Xiaoqian paused when she swiped her phone. Before she could answer, Yang Yang replied first:

"Xiaoyu is fine, does that guy Yang Feng still have any guesses?"

"No, if I really write about my family, I should write about you. I'll just digress."

After hurriedly denied, Hua Xiaoqian lowered her head and continued to drink milk tea.

But it turns out that the sweet milk tea can no longer taste any flavor, and the ears are so hot.

"No, we always treat you as our biological daughter, and you are also Xiaoyu and Xiaofeng's sister. Even if you are the people around you, you are also family."

Xu Yan looked at Hua Xiaoqian with a smile, thinking that this child is really as cute as before and has learned to have red ears.

"I may not necessarily have the exam for this kind of composition. Maybe it's an essay like "My Ideal"..." Hua Xiaoqian looked up and wanted to defend herself, but her heart skipped a beat and her voice gradually weakened.

Does Xiaofeng have any ideals? I have never heard him say that if he wants to say anything, it is when he was a child, and he said he would always protect her and Xiaoyu.

This kind of thing is written into the composition, and what is the difference between the previous subject matter?

When she thought that she might be written into Yang Feng's high school entrance examination essay, Hua Xiaoqian felt so ashamed and her face turned red.

Time passed little by little, and it was only ten minutes before the end of the exam.

Some people who are quick to move have begun to check the test papers and answer sheets.

Yang Feng also filled out the answer sheet, but the composition was stuck in the last paragraph.

After thinking hard, he mustered up the courage to start writing.

Yang Xiaoyu downstairs also filled out the answer sheet and began to pick up his own composition and look at it.

Yang Xiaoyu's composition:... Although my godmother has no blood relationship with us, we all love her very much. She is also our family. If she has no children in the future, we will be her children. She will love and take care of her like her parents, because we will always be a family.

As the last period was finished, Yang Feng put down his pen and began to check his composition to ensure that there were no typos and unknowingly saw the last paragraph.

Yang Feng's composition:... My sister watched us grow up. My sister often finds reasons to hit me, but she has never hit me before. She has always loved me and loved me very much. In my heart, she is also my family. One day, I will love her and love her because I have grown up.

...

The bell to end the exam in the morning rang, and the invigilator came down and put away all the examinees' test papers.

After coming out of the examination room, Yang Feng came out of the classroom with the exam bag in his hand, feeling like a different life. He looked down in the corridor and saw Yang Xiaoyu coming out of the classroom, and ran downstairs excitedly and came to her.

"Sister, how did you do in the exam? What are you writing about the composition?"

"Writing about mom and dad and godmother."

"Well, I wrote about you and my sister."

"That's all?"

"Otherwise, let's go quickly. Mom and Dad and Sister Hua should be waiting for us."

Yang Feng said as he took Yang Xiaoyu's hand and ran towards the stairs.

Yang Xiaoyu was pulled and looked at Yang Feng's back suspiciously.

OK, my stupid brother can brag.

He didn't write about Sister Hua, and he didn't believe her if he beat her to death.
Chapter completed!