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

The setting sun sank to the horizon, and the sky took on a clear gray-blue color.

A crescent moon is looming.

As the stage lights came on, the students who had been waiting for a long time on the playground burst into cheers.

Many students bought whistles and light sticks.

The host just uttered the first syllable, the light sticks were waved, and the atmosphere group blew the whistle.

Behind the stage, Qi Shaobai had already changed into costumes.

Hearing the host's voice from the playground, he took a deep breath.

"Little one, are you nervous?"

The old lady drew out the Tai Chi sword from the scabbard, and swung it a few times while asking.

The relaxed and calm expression on his face was in stark contrast to Qi Shaobai's stiff expression.

Qi Shaobai: "I'm not nervous."

The old lady smiled without saying a word, and tapped his back with the scabbard:

"Straighten your back."

Hearing this, Qi Shaobai straightened his lazy back and moved his shoulders by the way.

Then, as if nothing had happened, poked his head out from the backstage.

Look for the father and stepmother in the crowd.

Rao, there are many parents who came to see the art festival today in No. [-] Middle School of Beijing, so Qi Shaobai still found them at a glance.

Sheng Mumu held a bag of snacks in her hand, poked a ball with a wooden stick, and put a ball into her mouth, her cheeks puffed up instantly.

It seems to be fried Huazhiwan in the back street of the school.

Qi Shaobai looked away.

Seeing his dad slowly unpacking the disposable straws.

Still holding a cup of milk tea in his hand, after inserting the straw, he naturally passed it to the right.

Sheng Mumu took the milk tea, smiled at his father, and took a big sip.

"Did you see Big Budian and Mu Mu?"

Grandma's voice of inquiry came from behind.

Qi Shaobai turned his head and replied truthfully: "I see."

Grandma Tai supported Qi Shaobai's shoulders, squinted her eyes towards the crowd on tiptoe, and asked:

"Aren't they looking forward to seeing us on the stage?"

The grandma squinted her eyes and looked hard, trying to find her grandson and grandson-in-law.

It's a pity that my eyes are presbyopic, and I can't see clearly, so I finally gave up.

"...Uh." Qi Shaobai scratched the back of his head, not knowing how to answer.

I don't know how to tell my grandma, my father and stepmother are not nervous and expecting at all.

And, eating and drinking, talking happily.

At this time, the curtain of the backstage partition was partly lifted.

The teacher in charge of process coordinating poked his head out and raised his voice:

"Please get ready for the performances from Class [-], Class [-] to Class [-], Class [-], Class [-] will be on stage soon."

After the words fell, there was a busy sound in the background.

Everyone tidied up their costumes, checked the props, and prepared for the upcoming performance.

Qi Shaobai cleverly changed the topic:

"Grandma, let's go through the motions again?"

Grandma frowned falsely.

"You little one, you almost put your nervousness on your face. What are you afraid of? It's just a performance. Even if you make a wrong move, there will still be grandma leading you."

……

on the playground.

The host had just announced the words "Class One, Senior Three", and Sheng Mumu couldn't wait to hand over the unfinished milk tea to Qi Mo.

"Hold it for me."

As he spoke, he took out a small dv player from his bag.

Qi Mo looked sideways and reminded her:

"It's not class four yet."

"I know." Sheng Mumu adjusted the dv and said,

"I'll record a short section to see the effect, practice my hands, and shoot Xiaoqi and grandma later, so as to achieve the best effect."

"Yeah." Qi Mo smiled, a soft spot in his heart suddenly felt warm.

Nodding slowly, he asked again:

"Do you want me to help?"

Sheng Mumu raised her eyes, met his gaze, and subconsciously handed over the dv player.

Not being polite at all, he bent his eyes and smiled.

"want."

In order to pursue the shooting effect, she deliberately did not bring any equipment such as SLR and mirrorless cameras today.

The picture taken by the dv camera has a retro texture, which is the best match for a high school campus.

However, she still didn't quite understand the various function keys.

Since someone offered to help, there is no reason not to give him this opportunity to perform.

Qi Mo took the dv player from her hand, just looked at it for a while, pressed it a few times, and quickly figured out how to adjust the focus of the light circle.

After a while, he tilted his head sideways.

The distance between the two suddenly narrowed.

The deep and magnetic voice, in harmony with the evening wind, gently drifted to her ears.

Patiently and carefully tell her how to operate.

In order to see which button to press, Sheng Mumu also moved towards him.

With an open-minded and serious face, he nodded while listening.

half an hour.

"Did I make it clear? Do I need to say it again?"

Qi Mo suddenly lowered the dv player, tilted his head, and asked a question.

Sheng Mumu turned her head subconsciously when she heard the words.

He suddenly stopped breathing.

Qi Mo's handsome brows are close at hand, and there is a glimmer of light in his pitch-black pupils.

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

There was no more than an inch between the tip of their noses.

She blinked blankly, her curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and her body tensed unconsciously.

In the next second, Sheng Mumu tilted his neck back and separated the two of them.

Taking the dv player from Qi Mo's hand, he lowered his head and fiddled with it.

The tone was a bit pretentious, and the speed of speech was faster than usual:

"Make it clear, I'll try it myself."

Qi Mo gave a slow "hmm".

The palm is still there, the dv player in his hand is no longer there.

In the palm of her hand, there was the subtle touch when her soft fingertips slid across his palm when she snatched the dv machine in a hurry.

He leaned back in his chair.

The sitting posture seems casual and lazy.

In fact, only he himself knows.

The heart was pounding heavily on the chest.

Like a drum.

He moved his eyes and stopped suddenly.

At the end of the line of sight was Sheng Mumu's slightly reddened ears.

Qi Mo's eyes were getting darker, the corners of his lips were about to turn up.

The wide and thick palms are slowly tightened, turned over, and placed lightly on the legs.

The long eyelashes drooped, restraining the rolling emotions in the eyes.

I want to keep this moment private.

……

At that time, the back door of No. [-] Middle School in Beijing.

Two girls walked in with the crowd.

Among them, the girl with a ball head tied her companion's arm, as if she was afraid that the other party would run away, and said:

"Xia Xia, you have to accompany me, I dare not go alone."

There was a trace of hesitation on Chi Xia's plain and fair face.

"I'll accompany you, but we must at least think about how to explain it if we are caught by the guard."

The girl with the ball head is Chi Xia's best friend. A few days ago, when she heard that Beijing No. [-] Middle School was going to hold an art festival, she planned how to get in with the crowd.

Not for anything else, just to take a look at the boy she met in an off-campus interest class that she has a crush on.

She knew last week that the boy was from No. [-] Middle School in Beijing, and she heard him chatting with others and mentioning that he would perform and play the guitar at the art festival.

Chi Xia was pulled over purely because her best friend was too embarrassed to be alone, so she pulled her to embolden her.

At this moment, a guitar strumming sound came from the stereo.

"Don't think about it yet." My best friend is impatient, and hastily wrapped her arm around Chi Xia and walked in, "Maybe he's playing it, let's run faster."

Before Chi Xia could speak, she was dragged by her best friend into the campus of No. [-] Middle School.

……