"There are words on it?"

She handed the notebook over, her bright eyes filled with question marks, as if saying, "Why can't I see it?"

Fang Chang'an replied a little funny: "Only the smartest and most beautiful people can see it."

The little girl pouted again and ignored him, but in order to figure out where the words were, she still wrote to him: "Where are the words?"

Fang Changan was speechless and wanted to knock her little head open to see what was inside: "If I had the ability to engrave words on it, what else would I go to school?"

Wang Ke opened his eyes wide again: "Then you are lying to me!"

"Although there are no engravings, the meaning represented by stone can still be preserved for tens of millions of years."

"What's the point?"

"A gift."

Wang Ke looked at it and replied with a word: "Oh."

After reading it for Fang Chang'an, she seemed to have thought of something and took the notebook back, "Did you just pick up one?"

Fang Chang'an replied: "Two, one of you, one of Shen Mo."

After reading the content, Wang Ke looked up at him. After thinking about it, he seemed to feel acceptable. So he nodded and carefully put away the stone.

Seeing this, Fang Chang'an wrote to her and asked, "I like it?"

The little girl turned her head to look at him, then took a pen and wrote on her notebook: "Yes."

Fang Changan smiled at her, pointed to her headphones, stopped talking, listened quietly to the song, Jay Chou sang inside: "The cold air and Liuli are very transparent in the morning, like you see through my love. There is a bright sun on the stall, and I quietly appear beside you..."

Fang Changan was listening to the song, and Wang Ke handed over another notebook, pouting his mouth as if he had eaten bitter gourd: "Can you not listen to Jay Chou? I can't even hear what he is singing."

Fang Changan sighed and handed her the ipod. After a while, he heard the singing inside: "A lonely lamp of sorrow standing at the window, I was behind the door pretending that you haven't left yet..."

Fang Chang'an wrote and asked: "Isn't this still Jay Chou?"

She replied: "I like listening to this song."

“I like it, too.”

The two of them stopped "talking" and focused on listening to music and reading books. After a while, Fang Changan suddenly noticed something touched his clothes. He felt very familiar. When he looked down, his white and tender hand quickly shrank back.

A dark brown wallet lay quietly inside the table hole.
Chapter completed!