After a moment of silence, Su Xiaoli raised his head and tried his best to put on a bright smile on his pink cheeks, "Brother, I'm fine. Anyway, my mother works hard to make money, just to support the two of us..."
"Yes." Su Mu hugged her in his arms and responded in a low voice.
"Who allowed our mother to be the only one to earn money to support the family?" Su Xiaoli said to Su Mu very sensibly: "You have to work and support us. Even a superman will be too busy, right??"
"Um."
"It's okay. When I perform in the evening, my brother will help me record the program, and then we can send the video to my mother to watch, okay?" Su Xiaoli turned around, hugged Su Mu with his backhand, and spoke softly.
He said lightly: "Anyway, brother will definitely come, right??"
"Yes." Su Mu reached out and gently rubbed Su Xiaoli's hair, and continued to respond.
Su Xiaoli took a deep breath, and the smile on his face became brighter: "I'm fine, I just felt a little disappointed. Anyway, my mother will be back when she is done with her work for a while. Well, brother, look here
, The snow outside is getting heavier and heavier, brother, can we go out and play in the snow together??"
"Okay." Su Mu looked down at her and agreed with a gentle voice.
"Hey, let's go, let's go." Su Xiaoli grabbed his hand and tried to pull him out of the door.
The two of them walked into the yard. The ground was already covered with a thin layer of snow.
Su Xiaoli knelt down, reached out and gently brushed the ground, and a small piece of snow fell into her palm.
"If it continues to snow like this tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, we can have a snowball fight with brother Lin Jiu!" Su Xiaoli stood up and watched the snowflakes in his palms slowly melting, and a cool feeling flowed down his palms.
skin and spread throughout the body.
Su Mu looked up at the bare tree trunks in the yard and said nothing.
A burst of melodious music sounded, and the cell phone in Su Xiaoli's pocket kept vibrating.
"Did mom call??" Su Xiaoli's eyes lit up after hearing the ringtone of the cell phone. He quickly wiped his palms on his clothes, then put his hand into his pocket and took out his cell phone.
Take a look.
What kept flashing on the phone screen were the characters "Jiang Yifan's mother".
The light in Su Xiaoli's eyes dimmed for an instant, but she still pressed the answer button, and then said sweetly to the phone: "Hello, auntie."
"Xiao Li??" Jiang Yifan's mother's pleasant voice came over the phone: "The skirt that aunt made for you still needs some details to be perfected, so I may not have time to finish it in the morning, but aunt promises that you will finish it in the afternoon
When I go to the theater to rehearse, I can definitely complete it.”
"It's okay, Auntie, don't worry." Su Xiaoli said with a smile on the phone.
"Auntie just called you to talk." Jiang Yifan's mother turned to look at the heavy snow falling outside the window, and then said to Su Xiaoli: "It's snowing outside. When you go to the theater in the afternoon, be careful on the road.
It’s safe, why don’t you just ask your uncle to send you there.”
"Ah?? No, really no need. Auntie, we have already made an appointment for a car and will come to pick us up on time in the afternoon."
