All kinds of words can be said, as if they will become Xi Huan's dance uniform in the next moment, completely unambiguous.

Chen Qinglang was stunned when he saw it.

Compared to his behavior, it seems that theirs are more powerful.

...

With ten minutes left before the first class in the afternoon, Chen Qinglang arrived at the playground by himself.

A dozen or so children have already arrived at the playground and are playing a lot of games. They are full of vitality and laughter.

Chen Qinglang found a corner to sit on himself.

After a while, he became bored again. His hand accidentally touched a branch beside him, and he started to draw it on the ground.

The later I got, my thoughts became clearer and my subordinates became clearer.

He wiped out the mess he had drawn before, looked at the flat sandy surface, and his heart moved slightly, gradually outlining a familiar word.

"Teacher Shen, what are you writing?"

A little girl came to him and squatted beside her and asked curiously.

Chen Qinglang didn't take her to heart. Seeing that she was not old at all, she probably didn't recognize all the words, so she replied: "Do you know me?"

He pointed to the sand in front of him.

The playground of Linchuan Primary School is a very ordinary rural playground with more sand and soil, and there is a large piece of abandoned in front of him.

The little girl stares at it.

The branches in Chen Qinglang's hand fell on the sand surface, and he continued to write slowly, his handwriting was flowing and sharp and tangible.

"I think I've seen it somewhere." The little girl muttered softly, racked her brains, and followed the strokes of the word.

Chen Qinglang didn't care. The little girl in front of him stood up.

He thought she was leaving, but he didn't expect the little girl just stood there and shouted: "Teacher Xi, is the word written by Teacher Shen your name?"

She suddenly remembered that when the class was just in time, Teacher Xi wrote her own name on the blackboard.

All of a sudden everyone's eyes were focused on this.

Chen Qinglang subconsciously looked in the direction she was shouting, but he didn't expect that Xi Huan had arrived next to him at some point and stood on his left, but he didn't make any sound.

The ballet skirt was so big that he couldn't see Xi Huan's expression.

Chen Qinglang's heart beat fast and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

Xi Huan stood there, pressed the hem of her skirt, looked down at the words on the sand, touched the little girl's head, and replied softly: "Yes."

The little girl laughed, "I guess it's Teacher Xi's name."

Chen Qinglang shook his hand, and the branches hooked the last powerful stroke, writing the two words that were finally formed.
Chapter completed!