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

When Sheng Mumu watched the shooting clips used to practice his hands several times, and finally found the best shooting angle, the host slowly walked onto the stage.

Announced with laughter:

"Next, there will be a Tai Chi sword performance by Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School. Performer: Qi Shaobai—"

"And Qi Shaobai's grandma—"

"Let's applaud Grandma!"

The last sentence is a temporary play by the host.

Grandma Tai is the oldest among all the parents of the students who participated in the program.

On the stereo, the host's voice stopped.

Suddenly there was warm applause from the audience.

The light sticks kept shaking.

For one thing, the students of Beijing No. [-] Middle School have all received a good education of respecting the elderly and caring for the young. If an elderly person comes to power, he must give him the warmest support.

Secondly, Qi Shaobai is a famous figure in the school, and the cheers of the girls in the crowd obviously overshadowed the voices of the boys.

There were even many girls who secretly liked Qi Shaobai, and they waited all night for Qi Shaobai's performance.

Sheng Mumu has already squatted at the best shooting location.

Hearing the host's introduction, he smiled brightly and cheered excitedly:

"wowo~~ come on duck~~~"

The cheerful and flying voices were all recorded by the dv machine.

Qi Mo was holding her bag in his left hand, and the half cup of milk tea in his right hand, standing behind her.

Infected by the lively atmosphere, he also followed Shen Shen and said:

"come on."

The voice is not too loud, but there is a faint laughter hidden behind it.

Because of the proximity, it was also recorded.

next second.

The lights on the stage changed, and the chasing light shot to the edge of the curtain.

The melodious sound of Tai Chi music came from the surrounding speakers, resounding through the playground.

At the end of the chasing light, Qi Shaobai walked out slowly from the backstage with his grandma on his arm.

Walking to the middle of the stage, the two faced the audience tacitly, drew out their Tai Chi swords at the same time, cupped their fists and bowed slightly to the audience.

Then, Grandma took a step forward and stood diagonally in front of Qi Shaobai.

Following the rhythm of the music, the two began to swing their swords.

Pushing hands, lifting, lunging, looking back...

It is clearly the same set of 32-style Tai Chi sword.

In the hands of one old and one young, a completely different style is played.

The great-grandmother had silver hair, which was curled playfully, and she looked especially beautiful under the colorful lights of the stage.

The movement is proficient and standard, soft when it should be soft, and crisp when it should be hard.

Her actual age can't be seen from her posture at all.

Qi Shaobai's lips straightened and pursed into a line.

The expression is serious and serious, revealing a stubborn appearance.

In the past, when he was in school, he always gave everyone the impression of being lazy and lazy, as if he was not interested in anything.

Today, even slow moves seem decisive.

There is an indescribably elegant and free and easy feeling.

The cheers from the girls in the audience have completely overwhelmed the male voices.

When the song is over, the show is over.

The performance was exceptionally successful, and the most enthusiastic cheers erupted from the audience tonight.

……

After getting off the stage, the two changed into their costumes and sat down with Qi Mosheng Mumu.

Sheng Mumu couldn't wait to get close to the old lady and show her the video just shot.

"Grandma, look, I just took a picture of you. It takes a good picture of you."

The old lady laughed loudly, because of the presbyopia, she leaned back her neck and looked at the small screen of the dv player.

"It's a really good shot, Mu Mu really knows how to shoot."

Sheng Mumu's eyebrows and eyes were curved, and her tone was pleasant and cheerful:

"The main reason is that you look good. It has nothing to do with my photography skills. I just pressed the start button."

Qi Shaobai silently walked to his father.

With a glance, I saw that my father was still holding Sheng Mumu's bag and half a cup of milk tea.

Adhering to the idea of ​​"growing up, I have to share the burden for adults", after hesitating for a few seconds, I asked:

"Dad, how about I get it for you?"

Qi Mo looked at Qi Shaobai, and smiled softly, "No need."

Qi Shaobai let out an "oh", retracted his gaze, and turned his attention to the ongoing singing performance on the stage.

Suddenly, I heard my father's calm and affirmative voice sounding beside me:

"Performed well."

The boy froze for a moment.

In the clear eyes, the smile gradually spread.

……

The festival performance lasted about three hours.

When the last few programs were approaching, the old lady yawned several times.

Seeing this, Qi Mo got up from his chair.

Although the old lady didn't stay with Qi Mo for long, she knew this grandson very well.

There are few words, and many times I am used to using actions instead of words.

He stood up at this moment, it must be because he saw her yawning and was sleepy, so he wanted to take her home.

Sure enough, Qi Mo spoke up.

"Grandma, I'll send you—"

"No, you don't need to go back early just to accompany me." She only said a few words, but was interrupted by the old lady waving her hand.

The old lady lowered her voice and said to Qi Mo:

"The little one is nervous about studying in his third year of high school. It is rare to have such a day of art festival to have fun and let him have fun."

Qi Mo's tone was gentle: "I'll accompany you home and let him play here without delay."

The old lady: "Oh, why are you so talkative?"

Qi Mo stopped talking and looked at the old lady with a gentle smile.

The old lady: "Little Zhao Xiaofei and they are all waiting outside in the car, they just send me back, and you accompany the little one Mumu."

Xiao Zhao and Xiao Fei are the old lady's full-time drivers and personal caregivers. The old lady is getting older, and she is accompanied almost everywhere she goes.

Usually nothing happened, so they waited in the nanny car.

In the end, Qi Mo still didn't hold back the old lady, and watched the old lady be picked up by the nanny car.

After a while, the last performance of the art festival ended.

As a representative, the director of the third grade made a closing speech on the stage:

"Beijing No. [-] Middle School Art Festival ended successfully——"

"Let me just say a few words—"

As soon as the voice fell, the crowd below began to commotion.

Already some students couldn't sit still, and those in the last few rows got up straight away, playing and fighting.

Nobody wants to hear from the nagging Head of Years in the whole school.

"Ahem——" the grade director cleared his throat and dragged out his tone meaningfully.

"—Today, the school has prepared a little surprise for everyone."

The student leisurely turned his gaze to the stage.

The audience was silent for only a few seconds.

In an instant, the noise sounded again.

It seems that the grade director just hiccupped in a long series of words just now.

Everyone didn't have much expectation for the "surprise" in his mouth.

After all, the director at this age has a criminal record.

He once said that he would prepare a "school opening ceremony" for each of the current high school sophomores.

As a result, it was an online home visit with parents, a "home-school linkage gift package".

Another time, he led a team of high school freshmen to participate in military training at a base in the suburbs.

One day, I suddenly said that I was considerate of everyone's hard training in the hot weather, so I deliberately picked a day to take the students to the nearby gymnasium by bus, and changed it to indoor training.

However, on the day he chose, it happened to be raining heavily.

Everyone could have rested in the dormitory to avoid training! ! !

It's hard not to guess that the grade director had read the weather forecast in advance and deliberately punished them.

Because of all the previous "bad deeds", in the eyes of all the students from the first to the third grades, this grade director will not have the image of sincerely sending warmth to the students.

Little surprise?

Don't do it.

suddenly.

A long and sharp sound sounded.

A beam of fire rushed into the sky.

Blast.

The dark night sky was instantly lit up.