Sophie got off work early today and waited at the school gate for a while.
Xiaoman felt shy for a moment before getting in the car.
"Auntie, if you pick me up from now on, can you not pick me up at the school gate?"
Sophie covered her mouth and laughed, "What's the matter, do you think I'm embarrassing you?"
Xiaoman scratched his head, "No, my classmates all said that I have a sister who is a movie star. I don't even know how to explain it..."
Sophie was in a good mood, "Sister? Haha, Xiaoman, your classmates are very discerning."
As she spoke, she took out a beautifully wrapped gift box from the back row.
"Well, the gift is ready for you."
Xiaoman liked it very much, "Wow, so beautiful!"
Sophie teased, "Remember, don't sell me out. If your mother finds out that I helped you pursue a female classmate, she will have to quarrel with me!"
Xiao Man scratched his head in embarrassment, "Auntie, I told you, I'm just an ordinary classmate."
"Yes, yes, ordinary classmates, our Xiaoman wouldn't like them."
"Auntie, how much does this bottle of perfume cost?"
Sophie waved her hand, "Forget it, I'll give it to you."
"That won't work."
"Do you really want to give me money?"
Xiaoman insisted: "Absolutely, this is my own business, how can I let my aunt spend money on me?"
Sophie asked teasingly, "Do you have one hundred yuan?"
"Auntie, you are looking down on me, I still have pocket money!"
As he spoke, he opened his schoolbag, took out a few banknotes, and scraped together a hundred yuan.
Sophie was helpless. She just said it casually, but she didn't expect Xiaoman to take it seriously.
Now that he had taken out the money, he had no choice but to accept it with a smile.
When I got home, my sister-in-law hurriedly came forward and said, "Xiao Fei, look at you, why are you picking him up from school again? This kid will be spoiled by you sooner or later!"
Sophie looked around and said, "It's okay. I'm on my way. Where is Zhao Dong?"
"Let's stay in the house. I've been back for a while. Go and have a rest. I'll call you after dinner."
Sophie took off her shoes and saw no one at home. She turned around and went up to the rooftop, only to see a figure splashing ink from behind.
She had seen this long table on the rooftop a few times, and originally thought it was for outdoor gatherings, so she didn't think about it at all.
When he got closer, he realized that Zhao Dong was concentrating.
She had rarely seen Zhao Dong like this, and her past impressions of him as domineering, unreasonable, chauvinistic, face-saving, and all sorts of shortcomings were incompatible with the current situation.
It was a rare feeling, as if he was a different person, with an indescribable and elegant temperament about him.
If he puts on a Tang suit and a big beard, he really looks like an artist, and I'm sure he won't be thought of as a soldier or ruffian.
Curious in my heart, the movement under my feet became softer, so I took a closer look to see if he was arty or if he had a beautiful heart.
When the wind blows, the paper moves.
Zhao Dong opened his eyes, picked up his pen, and wrote the four characters "God rewards those who work hard" in one breath.
Sophie stepped forward to take a look and covered her mouth in surprise.
She didn't know calligraphy, but she could tell that Zhao Dong's calligraphy was definitely not arty. He probably had to practice it hard for several years.
I sighed in my heart and subconsciously said, "Good words!"
Zhao Dong turned around, all the momentum he had just now disappeared, "Are you off work?"
Sophie avoided answering and pointed around the words, "I've never heard you say that before, but you know calligraphy?"
Zhao Dong wiped his hands and explained randomly, "Writing blindly, just for fun."
"It's not like you're writing blindly. Please teach me when you have time."
"Okay, just don't complain about suffering."
Zhao Dong still remembers that when he was a child, he often got beaten up in order to practice calligraphy.
He doesn't like practicing calligraphy, but his father insists on him learning it. He can't figure out why.