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

The old lady smiled at the corners of her eyes, pressed the voice button, and sent a voice in a complacent tone:

"My granddaughter-in-law made this for me, isn't it pretty?"

[Senior University "Tai Chi Sword Class Two"] In the group, a flower thumb floated by.

——[[thumb][thumb][thumb]]

--【really not bad! 】

——[Children and grandchildren around the knees, the greatest joy in life [flowers][flowers][flowers]]

——[[Flowers] What is the best?A strong body is the best, the care of your loved ones is the best, and it is best to have a younger generation who misses you. Good morning! [flowers] [sun]]

——[Like one (motion picture version)]

……

at that time.

No. [-] middle school in Beijing.

Qi Shaobai sat sideways on the seat, lazily leaning against the wall to check his phone.

Seeing the new circle of friends posted by the grandma, there was a little warmth in the eyes, and I liked it.

A long class bell rang.

The students returned to their seats one after another.

When the bell stopped completely, the head teacher walked to the podium with the textbook under his arms.

Pulled out something like a registration form from the textbook, looked around the classroom, and said slowly:

"Students, the annual art festival will be held soon. This time, the school, as usual, encourages senior high school students to actively participate in order to adjust everyone's tense atmosphere for exam preparation."

There were cheers and whispers in the classroom.

The teacher in charge pushed down the frame with his fingers, and got into the key point:

"Each class will have two programs, is there anyone who volunteered to sign up?"

After the words fell, the noise instantly weakened.

The class teacher twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment.

Ok.

He knew it.

Let this group of youngsters who are overwhelmed by schoolwork participate in the art festival, and everyone is in high spirits.

But if they were to perform, it would be like killing them.

But there is no way.

The tasks assigned above must be completed.

The head teacher's eyes suddenly became sharp, scanning everyone one by one.

The students who look at each other with the head teacher,

Or pretend to be nonchalant and look away.

Either stare blankly, pretending to be in a daze.

What's more, he calmly took out a test paper and opened it, pretending to be thinking about the question.

As for Qi Shaobai, he closed his eyes immediately, propped his head on his hands, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

head teacher:……

The head teacher waited and waited, and after conveying the school's intentions in official language again, the art committee finally registered under pressure.

I started to regret it after I finished the report.

He swears that sooner or later he will not be able to get the good job of the literary and art committee, and the unlucky official position will be the first to get out of the bad thing.

One program spot was settled, and there was one remaining, and no one was willing to be on it.

In desperation, had to take the way of drawing lots.

In less than 10 minutes, the squad leader made the small slips of paper for the lottery and poured them into the paper box.

Starting from the first one in the first row, each student draws one.

The one who draws a note with a star pattern is the chosen "lucky one".

The homeroom teacher folded his hands and announced with a smirk:

"Let's start. It's absolutely fair. The students who are drawn can no longer refuse. They must participate in the art festival performance."

……

The paper slips in the carton were pulled out one by one.

All the students who got a blank note secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the squad leader had come to the front of their row with the box in his arms, Wei Chaonan turned his head worriedly.

Said to Qi Shaobai who was sitting in the back row:

"Qi Shao, I have an ominous premonition that the "Heavenly Chosen One" will appear in our group—"

"Shut your crow's mouth." Qi Shaobai frowned and gave him a look.

Soon, it was Wei Chaonan's turn to "draw the lottery".

He took three deep breaths with a solemn face, blew into the palm of his hand, rubbed it several times, and stretched his hand into the box with a sense of ritual.

Nervously, he took out a note and carefully unfolded it.

He squinted and couldn't bear to look directly.

"Yes!"

After confirming that it was a blank note, they excitedly clenched their fists and cheered.

Then he turned his head and cheered for his good brother Qi Shaobai.

"Come on, Dad has passed the test, and you will be able to pass the test, too. I will pass on good luck to you for my father."

Qi Shaobai raised his cold eyes slightly, casually took out a note from the paper box, and replied lazily:

"Fuck you, Dad is always lucky."

As he spoke, he unfolded the note confidently.

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

"Depend on!"

One second he seemed to be able to do his job with ease, but the next second he was languid.

Wei Chaonan raised his head to take a look.

There is a star pattern on the note.

Laughing non-stop for an instant, not forgetting to ridicule:

"Young Master Qi, you are really lucky."

Seeing that the "lucky one" had appeared, the students who hadn't smoked at the back breathed a sigh of relief and clapped their hands in celebration.

The lively and joyful voices of the crowd fell on Qi Shaobai's ears, which was extremely ear-piercing.

The homeroom teacher handed over the registration form to Qi Shaobai and asked him to fill in the program and submit it after three days.

……

night.

Qi Shaobai returned home with heavy steps.

Not saying a word while changing shoes.

He racked his brains, but he couldn't think of a suitable program to fill in.

You can't perform Lego in front of the whole school, can you?

Passing the living room, he was still thinking about it, so that he didn't notice the old lady and Sheng Mumu who were watching TV and knitting in the living room.

Grandma Tai wanted to knit a sweater on a whim in the afternoon, and asked Steward Zhang to buy wool balls.

Sheng Mumu saw it, was very interested, and clamored to learn from the old lady.

So the old and the young sat cross-legged on the sofa and rolled up the wool.

Sheng Mumu heard movement from the door and followed her eyes.

He casually greeted "Student Xiaoqi is back", but there was no response.

Puzzled, he raised the decibel, and called out again:

"Qi Shaobai!"

The young man walking with his head buried heard someone calling him.

Turn your head slowly.

The old lady is old and young at heart, so she can tell at a glance that Qi Shaobai has something on his mind.

Beckon him over.

After careful questioning, I learned that my great-grandson was worried about performing at the art festival.

The old lady smiled as if she had come here, and said:

"Little one, I remember you performed on stage before."

The old lady paused, squinting her eyes to remember.

After a while, he patted his thigh.

"That's right, the time I wore a red dot on my forehead to pretend to be Nezha, the little red tasseled gun is still in my place."

Sheng Mumu burst out laughing when he heard this.

I really can't imagine what it would be like for Qi Shaobai, who is cold and rebellious, to play Nezha with a red dot on his head.

The more I think about it, the more weird and funny the picture becomes.

Laughing so much that the wool in his hand was messed up, so he had to put it aside and retie it later.

Qi Shaobai took a breath slowly, and his tone was sad, as if he was coquettish with his grandma:

"Grandma, you said it was a June [-] performance by the top class in the kindergarten. I'm going to be eighteen now."

The old lady was stunned and blinked, "Oh? Was it so long ago? I don't think it's been too long."

Hehehe laughed after he finished speaking.

Sheng Mumu took the registration form from Qi Shaobai's hand to read it.

There is a line of small words below - to advocate home-school linkage, and the school strongly encourages students' families to participate in the performances of the art festival.

Sheng Mumu's eyes turned around on the faces of the old lady and Qi Shaobai.

Suddenly put down the registration form, turned his head to look at Qi Shaobai.

"Student Xiaoqi, I think of what you can do!"