You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

I don't know if I saw my father accidentally showing off his prestige in front of the stepmother.

Or maybe the atmosphere of a family of three visiting the Garden Plaza is too warm and comfortable.

Qi Shaobai's desire to show his hands quietly surfaced.

You know, in addition to playing Lego and playing basketball, he also has a skill.

Carrying the bag, the brat walked up to Sheng Mumu, pointed to an area in front with an exaggerated expression, and said:

"Hey, are those people in front writing calligraphy?"

Qi Mo glanced lightly.

He could see right away what Qi Shaobai was thinking.

Before Sheng Mumu could react, he replied:

"Yes, many old people like to write on the ground with brushes made of sponges dipped in water. Why, do you want to learn?"

Qi Shaobai walked over there as if nothing had happened, and responded casually:

"I'll go take a look."

Qi Mo restrained his penetrating eyes and followed them.

"Hello, old man, can you borrow me to write?" Qi Shaobai's expression was still arrogant, but his tone suddenly became obedient and docile.

Said to an old man who was writing.

The old man turned his head in surprise, he didn't expect such a young kid to offer to write with a brush.

Rare and rare.

He handed over the pen with a smile.

"Try it for you."

Before Sheng Mumu realized what happened, she heard Qi Shaobai say "hmm" in a low voice.

He took the brush made of sponge, dipped it in water from the plastic bucket beside him, and began to write in style.

Surprised, she lightly touched the man beside her with her arm and asked:

"Student Xiao Qi can write calligraphy?"

The corners of Qi Mo's mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were gentle.

"Well, he grew up with the old lady when he was a child. The old lady has beautiful handwriting, and he has learned a little bit."

Sheng Mumu nodded slowly.

Oh, it's just fur.

The fur is not bad either. Most young people now use mobile phones to type. It is very rare to be able to write their names beautifully.

Boys in particular are irritable, and many of their characters are crooked like chicken paws.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of the young man who stuffed a sticky note in her car under the Qi's Building.

There are three mistakes in one sentence, and the font is horrible.

Just thinking about it, the 17-year-old thin boy in front of him has already put on a posture.

Although it is a large brush, the posture of holding the brush can still be seen to have been practiced.

Yes, something.

Qi Shaobai pursed his lips tightly, and pouted a little bit arrogantly, showing that he was very serious.

Under his control, the sponge brush draws shallow or deep marks on the ground.

The pen is strong, retractable, and flowing.

Write seven big characters on the ground——

Qi Shaobai is invincible.

He put away the pen, bent his lips and looked at his father and stepmother beside him.

He didn't speak, but said with his expression: praise me quickly.

Sheng Mumu turned her head slowly, met Qi Mo's gaze, and said with a difficult expression:

"Mr. Qi, I was wrong."

Qi Mo raised his eyebrows and understood what she meant, "It's okay."

Sheng Mumu: "As far as farts are concerned, Qi Shaobai is the father of fathers."

Qi Mo paused: "..."

Qi Shaobai: "?????"

Are you complimenting him?

Not getting the expected praise, Qi Shaobai resentfully found another piece of dry ground, raised his chin and said:

"Watch me perform a 'Yong' character for you. If you write the 'Yong' character well, you can write good calligraphy. My grandma always taught me this way when I was young. Watch me wipe your buttocks with gauze paper."

Sheng Mumu's eyes widened: "Student Xiaoqi, where did you learn these weird allegory?"

Qi Shaobai blinked his rebellious eyes, and replied truthfully: "I learned from you."

Sheng Mumu was dumb for a moment, and slowly said:

"The learning ability is very strong, don't learn it in the future."

Qi Shaobai: "Oh."

After all, write eloquently.

Sheng Mumu sighed slightly, and heard Qi Mo's faint laughter from his chest.

Deep and nice.

The two of them watched Qi Shaobai's writing seriously.

The breeze was blowing and the temperature was just right.

Sheng Mumu suddenly discovered that her bag had slipped into Qi Mo's hands at some point.

The man's bony and slender hands were slightly bent, holding the shoulder strap of the handbag, standing casually and lazily, with a handsome and compelling profile.

In a trance, Sheng Mumu really had the illusion that the person next to her was her husband and the person opposite her was her son.

Everything is too natural, too lifelike.

She seems to have gradually adapted to being Mrs. Qi.

And have fun with it.

Not far away, there was the sound of children playing peek-a-boo and chasing each other in the square.

A little further away, vendors selling mung bean soup were pushing carts and yelling.

Under the shade of the tree, a few people trotted over to buy iced mung bean soup.

Because of the sudden running, the dozing puppy under the tree was awakened, barked a few times vigilantly, found nothing unusual, and lay down again.

A little further away is the music of the square dance team.

Near the end, a classic old song was played.

The tone is soothing and soft.

"The most romantic thing I can think of,

just grow old with you

Collect every bit of laughter along the way,

Save it for later when sitting in a rocking chair and chatting slowly—”

The man with a strong aura beside him noticed her gaze out of the corner of his eye.

He didn't turn his head, still staring ahead, suddenly the tails of his eyes slightly raised.

Wrapped in the early autumn night wind, the magnetic and hoarse voice gently and slowly reached her ears.

"It's a good day, don't you think?"

Sheng Mumu was stunned.

Stare at him subconsciously.

The man's pupils are as deep as ink, bottomless.

I can't tell if it's a casual exclamation, or something else.

Sheng Mumu was silent for a few seconds, only to feel that the surrounding air became softer.

Bending his eyes, he replied:

"Well, I think it's good too. Take a walk and enjoy the wind. If it's evening, you can still see the sunset and the clouds that dyed Phnom Penh."

The man's eyes moved slightly, and there was countless tenderness in the soft place in his heart.

He suddenly turned his head, looked straight at her, stared into her bright eyes, and said slowly:

"Walking, blowing the wind, watching the sunset.

before meeting you,

It's called walking, it's windy, and it's getting dark. "

As his clear and hoarse voice fell, Sheng Mumu felt his head explode.

Damn! ! ! ! !

How can this man talk so well! ! ! ! ! !

It's too bad! ! ! ! ! !