When everyone had almost finished eating, Xu Ruyi finally cleaned up the kitchen. She wiped her hands and sat next to Miaomiao.
"Come on, grandma, give me a hug," Xu Ruyi murmured and held Miao Miao in her arms. At a glance, she noticed that the cereals and fruits in front of the children were almost untouched, and she couldn't help but look at Ding Xueyang with some annoyance, "Miao Miao didn't take a bite." Move, you mother eats too quickly."
"I'll finish eating first and then feed the child..."
Only then did Hesta notice that Shi Yimiao had been extremely quiet this morning, so much so that she didn't even notice that there was a child on the table during the conversation.
Shi Yimiao yawned and pushed away Xu Ruyi's hand holding the spoon.
Ding Xueyang put down the spoon, "...Mom, let her eat by herself. She eats by herself at home, no need for adults to chase her."
"Really?" Xu Ruyi smiled and kissed the back of Shi Yimiao's head, "Our Miao Miao is so powerful."
After putting it down, Xu Ruyi got up and went to the kitchen to get something. Shi Yimiao played with the spoon and took a small sip from time to time, looking a little sleepy.
Hesta looked at Shi Yimiao, "...Is she sick?"
Ding Xueyang was startled and immediately reached out to touch Shi Yimiao's forehead - fortunately, the body temperature was not high. She asked in a low voice if the child was feeling well. Shi Yimiao immediately widened his eyes and exclaimed that he was fine.
"...Maybe it's because I went to bed too late last night and didn't feel energetic," Ding Xueyang sighed, "This kid didn't go to bed until after one o'clock last night."
"Where's the brother-in-law?" Ding Yuqing asked.
"It should be there in a moment."
Ding Yuqing looked at her sister, "I mean where did he go last night."
"He was in Songxueyuan all day yesterday for work matters," Ding Xueyang said softly. "He had to rush here early in the morning. It's quite hard to run both ways."
Next to her, Shi Yimiao sat back in her chair and ate her breakfast. When she was putting the bowl away, the child glared at Hesta with a fierce look, obviously very dissatisfied with her nosy question just now.
After breakfast, Ding Jiali and Hesta went out at the same time.
"Shall I drive you to school?"
"No need," Hesta replied, "It's such a small distance, you can walk over it."
"Okay, then I'll go with you. I'll talk to you about the club on the way..."
…
After arriving at school and saying goodbye to Ding Jiali, Hestad quickly dropped two letters of complaint into the mailboxes of the supervision team and the principal. When turning back, she once again passed by the gathering place of the Ding Jiali Club. This time she took a look at it from a distance. There were about twenty students standing in the open space, most of them were men, and there was only one girl with long hair and a peaked cap. He was carrying a blue flag about 1.5 meters high and chatting enthusiastically with Ding Jiali.
Ding Jiali saw Hestad out of the corner of his eye, turned around and waved to her, and Hestad nodded to him.
This morning, Hesta came alone to the square where the society received new members. Although the formal recruitment activities will only start tomorrow, each club has already occupied its stalls. Various promotional posters and roll-up banners were placed among the large tents. Many tents also had club flags tied to the supports, fluttering in the wind.
Hesta quickly found the chess club. She went forward and chatted with a few familiar classmates for a while, and then officially registered her name and contact information. The other party gave her a time and classroom address - this would be the first activity of the chess club, and all old members and instructors would attend to hold a welcome party for new members.
Afterwards, Hesta lingered in front of each stall. With her poor South Fourteenth District dialect and common language, she registered sixteen clubs in one breath, including volunteer association, literary club, drama club, skateboard club, and street dance. Society...blah blah blah. She had a great time shopping along the way. She even stopped for a quarter of an hour at the window of the school art troupe. The teacher on duty asked her what musical instruments she knew. She said she knew a little accordion. The young classmate in charge of registration was too embarrassed to ask her how she wanted to play it now. Qin had no choice but to bite the bullet and register her name.
After walking to the last club booth in order, Hesta already had a stack of brochures in her hands. She decided to go home at night and study the activity times of different clubs - in her impression, several clubs seemed to be in If there is a time conflict, maybe we can only decide what to choose.
It's almost eleven o'clock, and it's almost time to set off for Eucalyptus.
Hesta sorted out the materials for a while, and was about to set off when his eyes suddenly caught sight of an iron fence not far away. He saw a wooden signature board hanging on it, with a pen tied to a thin rope, hanging on the board. head.
She stopped and looked to the side along the hanging board. Behind a pile of discarded cardboard boxes, she saw two powerful horizontal couplets stuck to the iron fence:
"Why do we read?"
"Why do we write?"
These two horizontal lines were written in black and white. The lower one had been blown loose by the wind and was hanging loosely.
Hesta stepped forward and wanted to help push the unglued paper couplet back to the iron railing. However, when she got really close, she saw that there was something different in the blind spot of the blocked field of vision——
About six or seven books of different sizes and thicknesses were stuffed into a certain gap in the iron fence. The iron fence, which could barely accommodate two fists, was stretched out enough to accommodate a person passing sideways. Width.
Hesta took a few steps back and looked back at the signature board with the pen hanging on it.
Unlike other clubs, the only personal information that needs to be registered on this board is a mobile phone number - no student number, no date of birth... and you don't even need to write your name.
Written at the top of the registration form are four words: Islands Poetry Society.
…
At twelve o'clock, Hesta arrived downstairs at Eucalyptus's new home. After entering the elevator, she remembered that she shouldn't walk in empty-handed, so she hurried out of the corridor and went to a nearby fruit stand to buy some grapes.
Arriving on the floor where Yugali lived, Hesta immediately smelled the aroma of food. She couldn't tell whether the sweet smell came from baking or sweet stir-fry, but she really felt like she was being caught.
Just as she was about to ring the doorbell, Hesta suddenly found that the door was ajar. She opened it and asked, "Eucaly?"
"Come in and sit down!" Yugali's voice came from the kitchen, "I just saw you coming in, why did you run away again?"
"...Well, I went to buy this." Hesta raised her left hand.
Yugali glanced in her direction while he was busy.
"No need! I bought all these!"
In fact, before Eucalyptus could answer, Hesta had already seen the grapes served in glass bowls on the living room table. There were still water droplets on their surfaces, which had obviously been washed.
Hesta took off her shoes silently and stood in the entrance hall waiting.
"You change into a pair of slippers and sit down first." Yugali came over with a smile, "I'll be here for a while."
(End of chapter)
