Song Laozi and Song Laoer didn't say anything, as if they only had food in their eyes. The others then changed the subject and talked about how to get to Kyoto. First, take a bus to the city, and then transfer to the green train...
Today we will sleep in the living room in the city for one night, and everyone will set off together early tomorrow morning.
I don't have any objections to Song Zhizhi. She likes to be lively, and the older she gets, the fewer and fewer opportunities we have to be together. It's always good to get together.
She was eating, and suddenly she was holding a bowl and chopsticks and putting vegetables in her mouth. She was stunned. Others were used to taking care of Song Zhizhi all the time, so they would look at her from time to time.
So almost everyone noticed her brief pause. Although it only lasted three or four seconds, it appeared three or four times, and she was obviously absent-minded.
Everyone made eye contact, and they all agreed that Song Zhizhi couldn't bear to leave everyone, so she was so distracted, and everyone looked at her with love and affection.
Song Zhizhi, who woke up, was surrounded by such gazes and was a little confused. She looked back with big doubtful eyes:???
Grandma Song: The sweetheart has become a little more sensible again, and even knows how to pretend not to care anymore!
Fourth Aunt: What should I do if I can’t bear to leave? What should I do if I want to have a daughter and take care of the baby at home? It’s really heartbreaking...
Boss Song: My sister is so pitiful. I must always stay with her in the future and won’t let her marry far away when she grows up!
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"It's okay, let's eat. You kid is very emotional!" Grandma Song served her some food and smiled very kindly. "You are going to Kyoto to practice piano during the summer vacation. What are you afraid of? You can meet your uncle and aunt several times a year.
Woolen cloth!"
"That's right, and now we have a phone, which is convenient!" Aunt Five added.
The fourth uncle couldn't help but touch her head, "Don't worry Zhizhi, when the fourth uncle comes back, he will definitely bring you snacks from abroad and make you the most popular one in the class!"
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Song Zhizhi: What happened? Could it be that she was stuck in the upgrade just now, so she missed something? No matter what, it was just a compliment anyway. She smiled and nodded, "Okay, okay!"
When she mentioned Kyoto, she suddenly thought of the house she bought. It would be a pity if she couldn't live in it. A house needs to be nourished by popularity, otherwise it will be completely ruined in two or three years.
Moreover, it would be unreasonable to live in such a big house and let her relatives who have always regarded her as her biological child rent a house.
So she jumped off the stool again, ran back into the house and took out a bunch of keys, "Uncle, this is the key to the courtyard house I bought in Beijing. You can live there when you go."
Several people were stunned again!
Song Aiguo was in a daze because Song Zhizhi was so generous and treated them so much like family members that they shared everything, including food and clothing!
Only then did others know that Song Zhizhi actually bought a house in Kyoto again!!!
How much does that cost?
Where did the money come from?
Why didn't you talk about your eldest brother's return?
But regardless of these problems, everyone else felt that they still had to rely on Song Zhizhi, which made them feel uncomfortable. The fourth aunt hesitated and was the first to speak out, "Zhizhi, we have relied too much on you..."
"If you don't want to have a family that doesn't talk to each other, then just pay rent every month. Five yuan a month will do!" Song Zhizhi quickly stopped her. In addition to her own ideals, her goal is to make the whole family happy.
People get rich.
Just rent out a house to live in, what else?
Others still felt that five yuan was too cheap for them, so they all put down their bowls and chopsticks and planned to refuse. Song Zhizhi had no choice but to use his trump card.
"Just treat it as my investment. In the future, when my uncle makes money, he will give me 5% of the profit every month for ten years. That's okay. If you don't agree, you don't want to treat me as your own daughter in the future. You don't want to
Give me pocket money!”
As she spoke, she twisted her thigh, and her eyes instantly turned red. Everyone was scared and had no choice but to agree, and then Uncle Song took the key.
Grandma Song smiled fondly on the side, and the meal became more harmonious. Boss Song and Second Brother Song looked envious. It would be great if they could also have such confidence!
The two of them speeded up their meals in unison. Yes, study. Studying is the only way out for children from poor families.
They must do better and change their families in the future. If their parents are working hard, they must work even harder!
Song Zhizhi suddenly felt a burst of high-spirited aura, and was shocked. She looked back at her two brothers, understood a little, and speeded up her eating speed, and then let the two of them quickly send her to school to update.
Leave as quickly as possible.
I completely forgot that she was taking a lunch break at home.
Alas, Song Zhizhi was speechless and went directly to the classroom. The characters for the standardized Chinese character competition had not been written yet, so he just finished writing them and handed them in to be mailed!
There were only resident students in the classroom sitting in twos and threes. She walked quickly to her seat. When she passed by Li Xiuxiu, she found that she was also writing standardized Chinese characters. When she took a closer look, she wrote in pen calligraphy, which was pretty good.
You Bifeng, although she still looks immature, can still see her aggressive personal characteristics.
Just such a look made Li Xiuxiu frown, stop writing, and raise her head impatiently, "What are you looking at, classmate Song Zhizhi, don't tell me that you also want to participate in this competition, I heard that you come from a small mountain village, what to eat
They are all made of dung, and you have never practiced calligraphy with your hands. How can you write them without being embarrassed?"
Song Zhizhi's handwriting is not ugly, but it is definitely not as good as hers!
The teacher has said that art, even if it looks similar, is actually very different. She has been practicing for several years. No matter how talented Song Zhizhi is, how can he compare with her?
Song Zhizhi was speechless and didn't know what to say. Could this person not be able to speak unless he was rude?
Is it interesting to keep targeting her like this?
She crossed her arms and smiled.
"What's wrong with me participating? Your family held the competition and didn't let others participate. And let me tell you, not only the food I eat is grown in this way, but also the food you eat. If you have the ability, don't eat it.
ah!"
"you……"
"What am I? You should thank me for spreading knowledge to you. I'm from the countryside. I even pooped dung to farm. What's wrong? Labor is the most glorious. I'll let you see the words written by the working people's hands.
Whether you are qualified enough to compete or not depends on the result!"
Song Zhizhi was extremely happy to see her so angry. She deserved a beating, you little brat!
You have to force her to move her mouth!
I can’t bear to look down on farmers!
After saying that, without giving Li Xiuxiu a chance to refute, she turned around and hurried back to her seat to sit down. Before going to bed, she set an alarm for 25 minutes, lay down and took a nap.
Li Xiuxiu was furious: Ahhh, Song Zhizhi is so annoying!
She was so angry!
Twenty-five minutes later, Song Zhizhi immediately clicked off the alarm clock after it vibrated, then took out her things, cleared the desk and started.
First of all, the sitting posture should be upright, with shoulders flat and back straight. The body and head should not be tilted, let alone lowered; the distance between the eyes should be about one foot from the table, and the chest should be about three inches from the edge of the table.