The last half of my father's notes are all about my younger brother's life plan, what university to study, what major to study, and the layout is clear and clear.

At this time, my father probably knew that his time was short.

Song Huanxi's eyes were slightly wet, she was actually a little unconvinced in her heart, she got up early and was greedy for darkness, studied hard, and was admitted to the pre-law department in advance, but she didn't want to prove it to her father:

Daughters can also be Chinese!

She was not ready to follow her father's plan for her younger brother, she could see that her younger brother really had no talent in reading.

Let him grow up healthy and healthy, and when he grows up, as long as he doesn't go down the wrong path, he can do whatever he wants!

Song Huanxi yawned, and the hand of the fan gradually stopped, and the sound of the two sisters' even breathing soon sounded in the room.

No one paid attention, I don't know when, Wen Zai opened his eyes, his immature face was full of sorrow, three hundred yuan, Bo Zai in the class, the car his father brought back from England was only ten yuan!

Sister earns two yuan or three hundred yuan a day, how much work do you have to do?

How much?

……

Well, many, many more, anyway!

Wen Tsai sighed like an adult, turned over carefully, and after a while, turned over again.

Most of the night, he passed in the repeated turnover, fortunately he was young, his body was light, and his turning action was not big, so he did not startle Song Huanxi.

It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that Wen Tsai fell asleep in a daze.

When I was sleeping, Sister A's puzzled voice came from my ears: "Ah Yun, have you seen my blue and white porcelain cheongsam with a white background and blue edges?" ”

Wen Zai opened his eyes with great effort, and saw the second sister reluctantly holding out the cheongsam embroidered on a white background, this cheongsam, he saw the eldest sister wear it, it was super beautiful!

It's a pity that the eldest sister rarely wears it, and only wears it on some important days!

Well, the last time I wore it, it was Wen Zai's birthday!

……

Song Huanxi looked at the cheongsam in his hand that was ironed smoothly and as bright as new, and was speechless for a while, he really didn't know how expensive firewood and rice were at home!

Song Huanyun was also very depressed: "Tomorrow I made an appointment with Ah Qiu to go shopping together, Ah Qiu said that he wanted to invite us to the Peninsula Hotel for afternoon tea, so I specially sent the laundry pulp to wash!" ”

Song Huanyun paused and took the initiative to say: "I regret it, I knew that I couldn't eat salty rice at home, so I should have kept the money!" ”

It's still saved!

Song Huanxi's expression softened, and he responded: "You like this skirt, after I wear it today, I'll give it to you." ”

She is going to the artist training class to sign up today, so naturally she has to dress better to leave a good impression on others.

Song Huanyun was stunned for a moment, and then shouted happily: "Really? ”

Song Huanxi nodded: "However, this is my mother's cheongsam, not mine." ”

Song Huanyun was suddenly deflated: "It's not my sister's?" Then I don't want it! ”

Song Huanxi: "......"

Itchy hands and want to hit someone!

Speaking of which, in addition to this dress, there are many things that my mother used in the house, all of which are delicate objects: on the back is a small silver-encrusted mirror in French stained glass; Cherry wood snail jewelry box covered with snails -

An Xiuniang asked her father for it several times, but her father refused to give it, and gave her the last brain.

But how affectionate is my father......

Every time Song Huanxi asked about her mother, her father sent her away with a sentence of death.

If you die, you won't even have a tablet?

The father was obviously too lazy to even be perfunctory, and just one of them died to block all her follow-up problems.

After many times, Song Huanxi's mind also faded.

Only when she wears this skirt and looks at the classical beauty reflected in the mirror, Song Huanxi will be in a trance, and can't help but think, when her mother wore this blue and white porcelain cheongsam, was she as beautiful as her?

……

Because of the meat, Song Huanxi simply made preserved egg and salted pork porridge in the morning, Song Huanyun drank three bowls in a row, and couldn't help but say: "If only I could eat preserved egg and salted pork porridge every morning!" ”

Wen Zai didn't speak, and his eyes were bright.

Song Huanxi smiled dumbly: "That's what you pursue?" ”

Song Huanyun's eyes lit up: "Then, only put salted meat, not preserved eggs?" ”

Song Huanxi: "...... Don't put the rice at all! ”

Song Huanyun's eyes became brighter and brighter: "Isn't that just eating meat?!" ”

Can you still be so happy?!

Song Huanxi: "Hehe." ”

Stupid dick.

……

After eating, seeing Ah Yun take Wen Tsai to school, Song Huanxi packed up the dishes and chopsticks, changed into a blue and white porcelain cheongsam, dressed up, and went out with a blue and white bag.

Mr. Cha's apartment is located in Repulse Bay on the main island, and it will take a long time for her to get there by tram.

It took an hour and a half for Song Huanxi to arrive at Mr. Cha's apartment, and there was already a long queue at the back door - everyone in Hong Kong knew that Mr. Cha loved books and was willing to pay a high price, so naturally they all came to sell books to him.

Mr. Cha is also a bit of a literati, impatient to bargain one by one, and every Friday, he asks these people who want to sell books to go around to the back door.

He sent Aunt Xu, who helped the cook at home, to come forward and ask what kind of books the person was selling, and if she was interested, let Aunt Xu take it in and flip through it.

If he wants it, he will directly set a price, and the other party will accept the transaction, and if he doesn't accept it, he will give up.

Therefore, although there are many people queuing here, the queue time is not long - many people have just reported the title of the book and have been invited out by Aunt Xu.

Song Huanxi waited for less than a quarter of an hour before arriving at the back door.

As far as the eye can see, pots and pans are neatly arranged by the stove, and this place is like a kitchen.

At the other end of the kitchen, there was another door, also ajar, and Mr. Cha was sitting on the sofa in the living room behind the door, waiting for the visitors to report the name of the book.

Song Huanxi smiled at Aunt Xu, didn't say much, supported the bottom with one hand, opened the blue cloth bag layer by layer, and revealed the manuscript inside: "Fat Yan Zhai re-evaluates the stone record." ”

The girl's crisp voice sounded, and it was clearly transmitted to the ears of Mr. Cha who was separated by a door, he was slightly stunned, and immediately shouted: "Quick! Get it in! ”

After saying that, he felt out of shape and nodded apologetically at the young man sitting across from him, who smiled slightly, "Mr. Cha loves books, as the rumors say." ”

Aunt Xu quickly brought the book in, and Mr. Cha couldn't wait to get up, took two steps, took the manuscript, and flipped through it directly.

After reading two pages, he refused to let go, grabbed the manuscript, and said to Aunt Xu seriously: "Ask me how much she wants to sell this book." ”

actually made an exception and handed over the right to offer the price to Song Huanxi!

Aunt Xu turned around and returned to the kitchen, Song Huanxi had heard Mr. Cha's words, and she immediately said aloud: "Originally, I only planned to sell for one hundred, but now, I want to sell one hundred and two!" ”

Song Huanxi used the voice he practiced reading newspapers every day in the noodle restaurant, and deliberately said loudly in the direction of the living room: "Because of the little dragon girl! ”

That's right, Mr. Cha, it's wine and pot water!

Song Huanxi raised the price, and suddenly felt a lot of evil in her heart, and she decided that if Mr. Cha agreed to her asking price, she would be generous and no longer pursue his scribbling-

Anyway, she's already adapted it.