Chapter Ninety-Six: Wood Art
The dean is dressed like the kind of rich and successful people in society. Tian Li thinks that it is estimated that it should also be funded by investors in this nursing home, and the word dean is just a name.
But then again, Suzu seems to have mentioned that Maisan and the dean seem to be good friends; But looking at the other party's chatty appearance with the other old people just now, she thought that this dean seemed to be good friends with everyone.
Tian Li was thinking about it, and she suddenly felt that the corners of her clothes seemed to be pulled by some force; She looked down and saw a little boy standing beside her, no taller than her own legs. Seeing Tian Li lower his head, the boy said timidly: "Big sister, can you.... Bring me an apple to eat. β
A child's request is always sincere and lovely. Tian Li smiled and responded softly, "Of course you can."
With that, she picked out the reddest and largest apple on the plate and handed it to the little boy.
The boy took it cautiously: "Thank you, big sister."
"Sister, are you the new nurse sister?" The boy looked up at Tian Li.
"No, I'm a new nurse sister, and I just happened to be here for a party on vacation today."
Tian Li smiled, and in a blink of an eye, she saw a windmill in the boy's hand, and somehow, she suddenly thought of the brother and sister she met on the first floor that day.
"Little friend, my sister wants to ask." Tian Li half-squatted down: "Does this windmill of yours belong to all the children?"
The boy thought for a moment and shook his head.
"And who of you has this windmill?" She asked again.
The boy lowered his head and thought about it seriously, and finally shook his head again: "I don't know."
Forehead... Tian Li was a little speechless;
Forget it, if you don't know, you don't know.
Sending some more fruit, she withdrew her gaze as she watched the boy leave, and her men continued to sort out the things on the table.
Forget it, the people here and right are just a bunch of fake things, and if they are gone, they will be gone.
After comforting herself like this, Tian Li quickly relieved herself and no longer insisted on owing people something.
After doing the work here, Tian Li went to Zhang Xincheng's side to help. Until the arrangement was made, the three of them sat on the carpet.
The picnic area was chosen on a meadow with a slight slope. Except for a few tall trees, there is no vegetation except for the grass, and it is a vast place, making it a great place for a group of people to have a picnic.
Because of the different identities they received, most of the people here are new faces; After Tian Li swept around, she finally found a familiar person in the shade of a tree in the distance.
It was Shen Linling's fatherβββ Shen Ping.
Speaking of which, among these people, except for Qin Weibin and Chen Yu, who were eliminated in the previous copy, the rest of Tian Li have more or less some intersections.
But Shen Ping is the only one who has the least dealings with the other party.
Even knowing about Shen Ping was only known through Shen Linling.
And what is the identity of this father and daughter?
Tian Li pondered for a moment, then stood up and walked in the direction of Shen Ping.
Shen Ping was not a strong man, on the contrary, his figure was even a little thin. Among middle-aged and wealthy men, Shen Ping's figure turned out to be normal.
The cuffs reached the forearm, and the white linen shirt was a little wrinkled. The man lowered his head, and under his frizzy short hair, his bangs were densely blocked in front of him, and he couldn't see the other party's line of sight clearly.
Tian Li wanted to talk to the man about Xiao Ling, but when she looked at the things made in the other party's hands, she asked in surprise, "Is this what you did?"
Hearing the voice, the man raised his head and glanced at Tian Li, and when he saw that it was a familiar person, he immediately withdrew his gaze.
"Hmm."
The other party hummed softly.
What Shen Ping held in his hand was a simple pulley. The pulley was not big, about the size of a coin to the naked eye.
In addition to pulleys, there is also a short board track that provides roller skating; The pulley rubbed and slid repeatedly on the wooden path in the man's hand, making a slight "creaking" sound.
It should have been polished for a long time to make the wood play a rolling roller skating force.
Tian Li wanted to ask Shen Ping what he was doing this, but considering that the two were not very familiar with each other, asking questions step by step might cause the other party's disgust.
Unexpectedly, Shen Ping actually spoke directly: "Xiaoling accidentally broke the curtains in Maisang's study, so I deliberately made one and pressed it back again."
Tian Li paused: "Xiaoling has always been very well-behaved, and it must be careless if she breaks something."
Shen Ping said: "Xiaoling told me before, you and Xin Cheng took good care of her in the last copy, thank you."
"It's just a trifle, you're welcome."
Shen Ping said again: "If there is anything that needs me in the future, I will definitely help."
Tian Ligan laughed twice: "Okay, then I'll trouble you."
She lowered her gaze and swept her gaze to the simple pulley made by Shen Ping.
Well, although I don't know if Shen Ping is sincere, or just saying polite words to prevaricate himself; But now, she really seems to have a big favor to help her.