Seeing Su Mu's figure disappearing on the stairs, Su Mu's mother turned her head and looked at Su Xiaoli with a serious expression: "Xiao Li, when you grow up and get married, don't give birth to a child."
Son, otherwise, I could make you so angry that you vomit blood anytime, anywhere."
"Oh...but mom, you don't seem to be vomiting blood..." Su Xiaoli stared at the corner of Su Mu's mother's mouth for a long time with a pair of big black and white eyes, and said with some hesitation.
"..."
Su Mu's mother froze, and said to Su Xiaoli with some embarrassment: "Mom, this is a metaphor. It is mainly used to describe the difficulty of raising a son. Anyway, just don't give birth to a son."
"Okay." Su Xiaoli nodded obediently. After a while, he raised his head and asked her: "Then... can you decide whether to have a son or not?"
"Uh... this..." Su Mu's mother was immediately stopped by Su Xiaoli's question, "It seems you can't decide this."
"Then what if I give birth to a son in the future?" Su Xiaoli continued to ask.
"Then... we have to bite the bullet and raise him..."
"Then will I be so angry that he vomits blood?"
"This... depends on your luck."
"What is creation?"
"Good fortune is..." Su Mu's mother was caught off guard by her series of questions, and quickly changed the subject: "What, you just said that a young lady in the school wrote a love letter to your brother, did you see it?
That love letter?”
"I saw it." Su Xiaoli nodded and replied to her seriously: "It's a love letter wrapped in a red envelope. At first, my brother thought it was an invitation from the young lady."
"Then... what is written in the love letter? Tell your mother." Su Mu's mother squatted in front of Su Xiaoli and asked her with a gossipy expression on her face.
"Hmm... there seem to be a lot of four-character idioms... I don't even know the words, and it's hard to remember." Su Xiaoli thought about it carefully, shook his head and said.
"Then what is the meaning of that love letter?" Su Mu's mother felt a little disappointed after hearing Su Xiaoli's answer. Alas, her daughter is still too young. She is only in the second grade and there are too many words she doesn't know.
Su Xiaoli blinked his eyes, opened and closed his rosy mouth and said: "Probably, the young lady has been thinking about writing a love letter for a long time. Others say that my brother is not good, but she thinks that he is good..."
ha??
Listening to her description, Su Mu's mother couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
What kind of love letter is this? This kind of love letter has no meaning at all... At least, little girl, please describe your love for her.
"Mom, what's wrong?" Su Xiaoli looked at the look of disgust on his mother's face and couldn't help but ask.
"It's nothing." Su Mu's mother shook her head and continued to pack her luggage and said: "This kind of love letter is not of high standard, Xiao Li, mother tells you that if you write a love letter in the future, you must not write it according to this routine.
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"Then what should I write??" Su Xiaoli's eyes sparkled with curiosity, looking at Su Mu's mother and asked.
"Well, first write down what you like about the other person, and use metaphors appropriately. For example, you like the other person's eyes, you like the other person's nose, and then summarize how much you like him!"
