On weekends, after dinner, the family of three was walking on the quiet road. Although Lu Zhenyang's hair was short, it was basically full.
He has restored his previous lively and cute image. Every Monday, he always tells Lu Anyi about the interesting things that happened in his kindergarten week, and Zhang Mofei is the one who talks the most.
Whenever Zhang Mofei was lifted from Lu Zhenyang's mouth, Lu Anyi always felt very happy.
"Yi Feng, where are you?" Lu Anyi brought Bluetooth headphones and held the steering wheel and waited for the traffic lights. The road was particularly congested during rush hours.
Pei Yifeng was also waiting for the traffic light on the other side of the phone. Every day, the two of them went to and from get off work and chatted with Bluetooth headphones. It has become a habit.
On the food street, the warm evening breeze makes people feel comfortable both physically and mentally. Just after dinner time, there are still many pedestrians on the street, which is very lively.
"Selling flowers, selling flowers." A little girl in dirty clothes ran towards Lu Anyi and Pei Yifeng with a large bouquet of roses in her hand.
The little girl ran to them and pulled Pei Yifeng's straight suit pants with dirty hands, "Brother, buy a bouquet of flowers for sister."
Pei Yifeng instinctively took two steps back, looked down at the little girl who looked at him with anticipation, and asked, "How much does this cost?"
"Brother, three dollars per child." The little girl replied.
Pei Yifeng lowered his waist and looked at the little girl with a smile, "Then how many pieces do you think your brother buys for this sister?"
The little girl thought for a while and replied, "I love you forever, and I will be dedicated to you. Of course, my brother can give my sister a wholeheartedness."
Pei Yifeng smiled and looked up at Lu Anyi. The little girl suddenly explained honestly, "If my brother wants to buy three flowers, the nine flowers have a good meaning. If my brother is just dedicated, he can buy my eleven flowers."
Lu Anyi was originally quite disgusted with the use of children to make money. She knew that most of them were taught by her parents later, and she did not work hard to make money and would not educate her children.
But when she heard the little girl's explanation later, she remembered a text selling grapefruits when she was a child. The owner of the story was very honest. If she didn't shout that her grapefruits were sweet, she would tell the customer that she was a little bitter.
And this little girl, like the protagonist in that story, is not like the children she met before, holding someone else's thigh when she gets the chance, and not buying it.
Lu Anyi looked at the little girl's flowers, and she calculated that there were only about forty or fifty flowers. She took out 200 yuan from her pocket and gave it to her, "Can we buy all these flowers?"
When the little girl heard this, she nodded happily, "There are thirty-nine flowers here, I'll count them for you."
Lu Anyi shook her head and said, "No need to count it, I'll give you all the money."
"Then I'll give you this too." The little girl said, taking out a red sachet from her pocket and handed it to Lu Anyi.
"This is a rose-scented sachet made by my brother. It is made by hand and sold for twenty yuan per person, although it is not enough for two hundred."
Lu Anyi felt that this was the first time she saw such a simple child. She only heard the text that she had seen. In reality, it was the first time she saw her. She reached out to take the sachet from the little girl's hand, put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it.
A burst of rose fragrance penetrated her nose and smelled very nicely. She pursed her lips and smiled and touched the little girl's head, "Go to school well, sister hopes that you will always be so simple and authentic."