Xiaobai went home early tonight.

She was taken back by her uncle and aunt, and she was so face-saving.

Jiang Bin, a big boy in the school, sat in front of the window, looking at the rain outside the house, frowning.

"What's wrong?" Teacher Xiao Liu asked him.

Jiang Bin is 8 years old and is the oldest child in the Little Red Horse Academy. These troublemakers are all gray in front of him.

It’s just that he doesn’t like to stand out. He is a very quiet boy. The most common thing he does is sit alone in the corner to do his homework. His academic performance is very good, which is the pride of his father.

"My father is at work, and it's very difficult for him to go on rainy days." Jiang Bin said.

His father was a takeaway delivery person and riding an electric bike to fill the area with drills.

For them, it is the most difficult to rain on a rainy day, and it is a trivial matter to be wet with the rain. What’s more important is that if you accidentally get a takeaway, you will not only not earn a commission, but you will also have to pay for the meal. You are criticized by customers and have been in vain for one night.

Teacher Xiao Liu touched his head and comforted him not to worry.

——

Zhang Tan sat in front of the window, and the rain kept falling, and the chickens (crickets) were yelling in the corner.

He turned on the computer and typed a few words on the document: "Voice-controlled Light".

Voice-controlled lights, that is, lights that will light up whenever there is a sound.

In the dim old corridor, a man was going home. The stairs were too slippery and could not see the road clearly. He fell.

He got up, limped back home, and soon came out, replacing the broken lights in the corridor.

He coughed, the lights were on, and he looked at the lights and smiled on his face.

At night, he came back from outside with his wife and children. His wife was about to turn on the flashlight in his phone. He coughed first, and the voice-controlled light in the corridor was on.

He proudly showed off to his wife and daughter, as if he had done something amazing.

The little girl lay in her mother's arms, curiously holding her little head up to look at the light above her head, unable to understand why the light turned on when her father coughed.

Is Dad good at magic?

Dad must be magic.

When I walked to the door, the lights in the corridor automatically went out.

The man said something to the little girl, and the little girl screamed half-believingly, something magical happened.

The light is on.

She giggled with joy.

This is a small theater story, and it is finished in just a few hundred words.

Zhang Tan did not stop and continued to typing on the keyboard: "It's Rain in the Evening".

In the bustling city center, a heavy rain hits people who get off work.

The streets were crowded with people, the traffic was crowded, the sound of horns was boiling, and everything was in chaos.

The little white pancakes at the intersection are closing the stall, and the boss’s wife lifts up the rain-proof cloth in the rain.

The little girl hid under the rain cloth, her hair was wet. She ran into the rain and shouted for help, but her mother took her back and hid it again.

Her man rode an electric bike and came from the wind and rain, and put together the rain cloth.

The two of them stood under the rain, and each one held up aside, as if they had built a home to protect the little girl in the middle.

The heavy rain in front of me was drenched, and the splashed rain made my trousers wet.

The little girl stretched out her little hand and curiously went to pick up the rain. The rain hit the palm of her hand, itchy, and she giggled happily.

The proprietress wiped the water droplets on the little girl's hair, touched her forehead, worried that she would catch a cold, so she decided to go home in the rain.

I won't do business tonight.

The boss rode a pancake fruit cart, and the boss lady rode an electric bike and walked together.

The rain cloth behind him wriggled, and a small head came out, saying something, which made the two of them amused.

I was so embarrassed by the rain, but I was laughing happily.

...

Zhang Tan wrote eight small theaters in one breath.

It is impossible for him to take over in "Chief Jin". This mess is thankless and easy to get flirted.

He wants to prepare a new script.

Although "Little Drama Bones" is not over yet, it is almost done. At the end of the day, the script must be done first.

This is the best opportunity, and he doesn't want to miss it.

"Chief Jin" failed, "Little Drama Bones" is about to end, and the only one supporting the film and television department is "Stranger Call".

Studios need new projects, and high-quality new projects.

He Miao once said that there will be two project quotas in the fourth quarter, and he will strive for one.

"Little Drama Bones" is just a test, and the next one is his highlight.

He wants to gain a foothold in one fell swoop.

The film and television department has weak strength, which has its disadvantages and benefits. The advantage is that newcomers like him are prone to emerge and easily seize opportunities. On the contrary, the animation department has to endure because there are too many great people and seniors.

The studio has always emphasized that no matter whether it is seniority, the human nature is in it. This is a big article, and no matter how excellent the screenwriter is, he cannot write well.

——

During this period, Xiaobai was in pain and happiness.

In the past, she could sleep in and she could sleep in as long as she wanted to sleep. No one cared about her butt until the sun was shining.

But now it won't work.

Now, she has to go with her aunt to sell pancakes before dawn every day.

What she didn't know was that she had become the signature of the little white pancake fruit stall.

As long as she stands on the small stool and yells a few words, it will attract a lot of people.

After all, cuteness can be eaten as a meal.

Because I have to get up early, I can’t go to bed late, so I can’t count the stars.

However, she was very happy because she didn't have to be locked up at home and could go out to play. Although the radius of activity depends on the small red rope tied on her wrist, she could see it with big eyes. Everything around her was so fresh that she had never seen it.

For example, she has never seen so many strange people, so many cars, so many older brothers and sisters say hello to her, never seen such a tall building, and never saw a whining sprinkler truck...

Everything is fresh, so novel, refreshing her worldview.

Compared to these, she would rather not sleep in.

If you are really sleepy, just hide behind the stall and take a nap.

"It's morning, Xiaobai."

"By the young man."

"Xiaobai~~"

...

People kept saying hello to her, and Malanhua became a tool person, only responsible for making pancakes and fruits, and public relations depended on the baby.

These are all repeat customers! They were all recruited by her.

Xiaobai has many kinds of Xiaobai. She is passionate when she is energetic, arrogant when she is annoyed, and her face is black when she is scolded. When she is tired, she directly writes "Don't get me wrong" on her face...

"Sister Ma, let's have three pancakes. Xiaobai is so early, what's wrong? His little face is dark."

Zhang Tan ran over and bought pancakes and fruits for breakfast.

Since Xiaobai set up a pancake fruit stall, his breakfast has turned into pancake fruit.

Xiaobai, who had just been scolded, looked at Boss Zhang, and immediately turned into a cold and waved enthusiastically: "Boss Zhang, Boss Zhang, come and show you."

Show him the Buss Lightyears hanging around his neck.

This was what Zhang Tan gave her a few days ago. She tied a rope and hung it around her neck.

Last night, she dreamed that she and Buss Lightyear caught a bad guy.

"Oh? What kind of bad guy?"

Xiaobai glanced at his aunt secretly and didn't dare to say it.

"Sister Beeberry~~~"

She looked sharp and saw Huangbaiberries running over.

"Why are you here too?" Zhang sighed.

Yellowberry was wearing sportswear and sweaty.

"Eat breakfast, oh, Mr. Zhang also eats pancakes?"

Sarcastic.

Zhang Tan said with a smile: "Look, you are sweating all over. Do you want this? Isn't this afflict? Isn't it good to sleep for a while? No matter how hard you work, you can't lose weight."
Chapter completed!