He remembered the dinosaur story that Bai Yongjing told him that morning, in which Chu Xintian also told Bai Yongjing.

"Yes, Uncle Marshal. The little dinosaur in my pencil case is the Tyrannosaurus rex in the story. Isn't that overbearing?"

Listening to Bai Yongjing's excited narration, Zhao Wu couldn't help but lower his head, thinking that Chu Xintian was a very interesting woman. She made up a story, made up an animal that didn't exist in the world. She could even make a pattern for an imaginary Rex Tyrannosaurus and sew it onto the bag.

"Very good," Zhao Wu said with sincere admiration.

What he praised was not Chu Xintian's needlework, but Chu Xintian's rich imagination and his mother's patience.

"Uncle, do you like this too" Bai Yongjing saw that Zhao Wu had been fiddling with his pencil case, so he asked.

"Well" this bag is something that kids love. Zhao Wu was not very interested in it. However, seeing what Bai Yongjing was looking forward to, he was embarrassed to say that he didn't like it.

Bai Yongjing saw Zhao Wu and said that he liked it, so he wanted to give him his pencil case.

But on second thought, he's been using this bag for a while now, and he's been stained with a lot of ink. Although it is black and cannot be seen clearly, it is actually dirty.

It's not good to give this old and dirty thing to Uncle Marshal.

However, Bai Yongjing thought that Zhao Wu seemed to like the bag, perhaps because he told Zhao Wu the story of the dinosaur that day.

Bai Yongjing didn't want to disappoint Zhao Wu.

His little head spun around quickly, and he immediately had an idea: he didn't want to disappoint Zhao Wu

"Uncle Marshal, let my mother make another one for you"

Of course, Zhao Wu didn't want Bai Yongjing's pencil case, but now that he listened to Bai Yongjing's words and asked Chu Xintian to make one for him, he couldn't help but light up his eyes.

However, Zhao Wu instead believed that if a woman gave her needlework to a man, they must be husband and wife or lover.

Zhao Wu was nothing to Chu Xintian. Will she do it for him

Zhao Wu felt that he had no hope.

"Silly boy, your mother won't do this for me." Zhao Wu smiled bitterly, reached out and touched Bai Yongjing's little head.

"Why" Bai Yongjing is still a child after all. Of course, he didn't understand this aspect.

"Well, when you grow up, you'll understand." Bai Yongjing is too small. It was inconvenient for Zhao Wu to talk to him about this kind of thing.

Bai Yongjing pursed his lips and said, "Uncle, my mother is not a stingy person with such a pencil case, my mother not only made one for me, but also made one for Brother Zixuan."

"It doesn't matter. Uncle is an adult. He doesn't need to read or write anymore, so he doesn't need this bag" Although Zhao Wu said this, there was still some disappointment in his tone.

People are like that. They are more or less greedy. They don't want what they want. Once they have the opportunity to put it in front of themselves, they still want what they want.

Although Zhao Wu was not very interested in this pencil case, he felt that it would be good if there was something that Chu Xintian made himself.

Bai Yongjing is very smart. Even though Zhao Wu said no to him, he still felt sad. He knew that adults like Zhao Wu wanted to save face. He must have been embarrassed to ask his mother for something.

Bai Yongjing didn't want to disappoint Zhao Wu. He turned his head to Zhao Wu and said:

"Don't worry, Uncle Marshal. I want my mother to make me a new pencil case. She won't know it's yours I said I'll give it to my friend anyway, you're my big friend, Uncle Shuai. I'm not lying, don't you think?"

Zhao Wu felt that although he and Bai Yongjing were together in this kind of thing, they were somewhat ashamed.

However, if he could get what Chu Xintian had made himself, he would be very happy.

Zhao Wu thought for a while and said to Bai Yongjing.

"Well, in that case, Uncle won't need a pencil case. If it's a purse or sachet or something like that, that's even better. ”