Although she still loves me very much, she lives a conceited life every day now.
Lazy and lazy, sometimes he acts like a baby to me, and sometimes he takes advantage of me for his own vanity.
Even so, she is still my favorite mother. Without her, I would not be where I am now.
"I mean, can you take Wang out for a walk? She hasn't been out for more than two months. Maybe if you stay with her, she will feel better."
Ernuo put down the online part-time job in his hand and looked at me pleadingly.
"Okay! I'm just about to go out too!" Looking at Wang who had been sitting by the piano calmly, I suddenly felt that although my fate was bumpy,
But there are many people who don’t even deserve to have hardships. I’m still lucky.
"Wang, how about I take you to play?" I walked next to Wang and signaled to the students who were practicing piano that get out of class could be over.
Take Wang's hand and walk out
"Play? But I..." Wang Dun stayed in place, as if he was asking for Ernuo's opinion.
"Forget it, have fun" and Nuo smiled at me beseechingly.
"Wang, don't worry! As long as I'm here, I'll be your eyes. Do you understand?" Walking in the crowded street, I carefully supported Wang.
In the bustling small streets, there are no gorgeously decorated brand-name stores, but only small shops and stalls crowded by ordinary people.
Wherever we walked, everyone seemed to take a second or two to look at my blue pupils and long, curly hair, as well as my slightly closed eyes and straight, straight hair.
"Forgot, do you need to buy anything?" Looking at Linlang's shop, I had no intention of discussing it.
Obviously, this place is thousands of miles away from the center of Anyang. What on earth was I thinking? I seemed to want to fly back in a spaceship right away.
"Qing, do what you want to do." Wang took every step cautiously and held my hand a little tight, as if he was afraid.
"Wood carvings, classmates, look at the wood carvings." A thin old man interrupted our conversation.
He has white hair and is sitting next to a simple wooden stall. The small stool that is too short makes him almost buried in the crowd, making his presence invisible.
The clean stall in front of him was filled with all kinds of exquisite wood carvings, including towers, boats, and Mickey... it was dazzling.
My eyes suddenly locked on a small and exquisite bass. The small bass carved from mahogany was only half the size of a palm, but its shape was almost exactly the same as Yan Yeyi’s favorite bass.