"Huh?" Even Wang Zhong was a little unsure of Wen Ju'an's thoughts. He tilted his head and looked up and down at Wen Ju'an, who was becoming more cheerful and lively, with a bit of confusion in his eyes.
Wen Ju'an's delicate face was not wearing any pink, but the girl's unique pink color was enough to outshine any decoration.
"Why do you ask this?" Wang Zhong asked.
Wen Ju'an gently helped Wang Zhong's arms and shoulders with an extremely skillful movement: "Uncle Wang, why are you so awesome? You can even design girls' clothes!"
There was some indescribable glimmer in Wen Ju'an's eyes.
"Let's get to the point!" Wang Zhong glanced sideways at Wen Ju'an.
Wen Ju'an kept moving his hands and said: "I won't be a sophomore soon. Our school is going to hold a welcome party, and I signed up for a program! I want to ask Uncle Wang to help me design an outfit."
"What program?"
"Sword dance!" Wen Ju'an said.
"Sword dance?" Wang Zhong turned to look at Wen Ju'an, his eyes moving up and down: "Just you?"
"What's wrong with me?" Wen Ju'an didn't feel anything was wrong at all.
"You are so dissatisfied with only one bottle and half the bottle is sloshing around. How dare you go to the party?" Wang Zhong sarcastically said without mercy.
"Ouch! Uncle Wang!"
"Uncle Wang Zhong!" Seeing that his attentiveness failed, Wen Ju'an rolled his eyes and immediately imitated Simei's behavior. He pushed Wang Zhong's arm and let out a tantrum, "Are you just going to design a set of clothes for me?"
"Besides, isn't there still three or four months of work to do? If you teach me well, I'll definitely be able to do it."
"Stop shaking, stop shaking!"
Wang Zhong was a little helpless. He was a man who liked soft things but not hard words. The last thing he wanted to see was a girl act coquettishly in front of him.
"Then you agreed?" Wen Ju'an stopped what he was doing and said with a look of surprise.
"Definitely!" Wang Zhong quickly got up from the recliner, "I promise!"
"Let Sanli measure you later."
Isn't it just a set of sword dance clothes? For Wang Zhong, it is something that can be easily grasped.
Wen Ju'an has a sweet appearance and is a bit less heroic than Simei, so she should use a softer, classic dress with a ribbon, and the sword dance and ribbon complement each other.
In just a moment, Wang Zhong already had a plan in mind.
It's just a university welcome party, not a big international event. Besides, the clothes are just a foil. The key depends on whether Wen Ju'an's sword dance is good or not. If it's not good, no matter how good-looking it is. Clothes are useless.
Wen Ju'an has been learning sword dance with Sanli and Simei for more than a year. At first, because he was under great pressure when re-reading, he specifically asked Sanli for advice as a pastime to relax and exercise after studying. That's all, but I gradually fell in love with it for some reason. Just after finishing the college entrance examination last year, I couldn't wait to visit Sanli for advice.
Sanli, who had already received Wang Zhong's permission, was not stingy. She did not hide any of her skills and experience and passed them on to Wen Ju'an without reservation.
The relationship between the two little girls has become more and more intimate, and they have gradually developed into hardcore best friends who talk about everything.
Even though Wen Ju'an is older than Sanli, his personality is not as mature as Sanli's. He even competes with Simei. Maybe it's Sanli's sensible and precocious personality, or he's self-taught and steady. Wen Ju'an, who has lacked father's love since he was a child and has criticized his mother a lot, has a sense of dependence.
"You two can chat slowly at home. I'll go to the alley to watch people playing chess!" Wang Zhong waved the cattail leaf fan in one hand and held the purple-red ceramic teapot in the other. He hummed some unheard tunes in his mouth. Youzai went out and left.
Wen Ju'an glanced at Wang Zhong's back several times resentfully before running to Sanli's side.
"Sanli, why don't you go to the medical clinic today?" It's only the afternoon now, and if usually at this time, both Wang Zhong and Sanli would be in the medical clinic.
"Last night, my uncle relapsed and fainted. My second aunt and cousin wanted to send my uncle to the hospital, but after he woke up, my uncle refused to go. He had to ask my cousin to come over and invite my uncle there. It was a big hassle. In the middle of the night, around five o'clock in the morning, my uncle came back from my second aunt's house and slept at home all morning, so the medical clinic simply closed down!"
"Ah? So, is your uncle okay?" Wen Ju'an also became nervous, as if Sanli's uncle had become her uncle.
"It's not a big problem, it's just that my uncle was scolded by his brother-in-law all night."
"Scolded all night?" Wen Ju'an was even more confused.
Sanli explained: "Actually, my uncle has been suffering from this disease for several years, and he has been receiving treatment from his uncle. According to my uncle's estimation, as long as my uncle follows his doctor's orders, he should not be cured, but he should be cured. But my uncle That man has always been restless, worrying about things at home and outside the home. He was exhausted mentally and physically, and became ill from overwork, so he was scolded by my brother-in-law."
"But after this incident, things should get better in the future!" As she spoke, a smile appeared on Sanli's face.
"How do you say that?" Wen Ju'an became more and more curious.
"My uncle has decided to get medical treatment in the next few days. In the future, he will let his second cousin work in the factory to cover his shift. If he doesn't go to the factory to work, it should be easier without the burden of work."
When he said this, Wen Ju'an could feel that Sanli was happy, happy from the bottom of her heart, happy for her uncle, and happy for their family.
"By the way, didn't your cousin graduate from master's degree this year? With your cousin's education and ability, if he joins the workforce, your uncle will no longer have to worry about the family's income."
"I graduated and was admitted to the civil service examination!" Sanli felt proud when talking about this.
"What about Brother Yicheng? Where is he going to work?"
"It should be the TV station!" Speaking of this, a hateful figure could not help but appear in Sanli's mind. That person also wanted to go to the TV station and had made an appointment with her eldest brother.
"TV station? Are you a reporter?" Wen Ju'an's eyes suddenly lit up: "Brother Yicheng is really awesome."
Sanli said seriously: "This is my brother's ideal."
The fact that Yi Cheng was a reporter was no longer a secret in the eyes of the Qiao family. Wang Zhong would never force them to do this or that. Wang Zhong always supported their decisions and their ideals.
However, Wang Zhong had already said that he could provide for them to study and provide them with food and clothing when they were underage, but in the future when their brothers and sisters became adults, they would be responsible for their own lives.
Like Yicheng, he started following Wang Zhong between Shencheng and Jinling early on, working as a dealer. In the past few years of going to college and graduate school, Yicheng has never been idle, and he has saved a lot of money in his bankbook. Money, I heard from my uncle that he has even prepared the money for buying a house and wedding gifts in the future.
Now they are the top two. The top two are not as capable as 10%, nor as smart as 10%. After graduating from junior high school, he studied cooking with Wang Zhong and worked with Niu Ye in the video hall, but he still made money for several years. With his salary, he has a small treasury. Last year, my uncle provided the money and lent it to the second strongman to open a restaurant.
As for myself, Simei and Qiqi, they are not yet adults. In the words of my uncle, it is not time to let go.
"By the way, aren't you busy there?" Sanli asked.
Wen Ju'an shook his head: "It has stabilized a long time ago. Just restock them at the beginning of every month!" Speaking of this, Wen Ju'an couldn't help but smile on his face, except for the first few Apart from the month, the rest is basically picking up money.
Now this income alone is enough to cover all Wen Juan's expenses in school, including tuition.
Especially being able to work with his biological father and spend more time together is the most important thing.
"How is uncle?" Sanli asked again.
"Very good, in good health and in good spirits!" Speaking of this, Wen Ju'an felt inexplicably warm in his heart. Looking at the empty lounge chairs in the corridor, his smiling face had already gained a few more. There is an inexplicable smell in it.
It's a pity that Sanli, who is still in love and has no experience with others, didn't notice this at all.
At the beginning, Wang Zhong said that the help he gave Wen Ju'an was to open a branch of the video studio next to Jinling University, so that Wen Ju'an's biological father could work in the store and work with Wen Ju'an to open up channels in the school.
It was really tiring in the first few months, but as fame spread, there were many students from well-off families, as well as teachers from Jinling University.
Perhaps it was because Wen Qingxue's heart had opened up that she allowed her daughter to have contact with Wen's father, which made Wen's father's life flourish. There were more smiles on Wen's father's face, and he was full of energy when working. He knew how to study, and in just a few months, he managed the branch in order.
During the Chinese New Year last year, the boss Wang Zhong gave him a large bonus, and Wen's father also moved from where he originally lived to next to Jinling University.
The store was busy, and sometimes Wen's father couldn't take care of eating, so Wen Ju'an packed meals from the canteen and brought them to the store to eat with Wen's father.
At first, she was a little reluctant and uncomfortable with Wen Ju'an and Wen's father coming into contact with Wen Qingxue, but when she saw the bright smile on Wen Ju'an's face that had not appeared for several years, she saw that since then, Wen Ju'an's attitude towards Wen Qingxue Although Wen Qingxue was still a little embarrassed about her obvious change of attitude, seeing the smile on her daughter's face and seeing her daughter working harder and harder in her studies, she let her go and did not stop her.
Originally, Wen Qingxue had the opportunity to be transferred to Yanjing last year, but for the sake of her daughter, Wen Qingxue gave up the opportunity for promotion and stayed in Jinling after careful consideration.
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In the evening, at the dinner table, the family ate the food brought back by the second strongman from the restaurant. There was only Simei, and they were a little unhappy.
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"Simei, what's wrong? Don't you have an appetite?" Ma Suqin asked with concern, thinking in her mind, it was not the day for Simei to visit relatives.
"I'm in a bad mood and can't eat!" Simei fiddled with the rice grains in the bowl, not forgetting to glance at Qiqi next to her angrily.
Qiqi hurriedly explained: "Fourth sister, it's not that I don't want to accompany you, it's that I want to go to Teacher Chang's house to make up lessons!"
Twelve-year-old Qi Qi is only in the fifth grade this year. It’s not that he doesn’t want to learn, but he just doesn’t know how to learn. He’s just like the second-best student in the past. He only studied in the first grade for two years.
"We're not going now. We'll go after the exams are over and we have summer vacation." Simei said.
Qiqi did not dare to argue with Simei, so she could only look at Wang Zhong and decisively chose to ask for help.
"Okay, isn't it Yanjing? When the time comes, your Aunt Suqin and I will take you with us!" It's almost done after tossing this girl for most of the day.
After hearing this, Simei was immediately stunned on the spot, looking straight at Wang Zhong, still a little shocked: "Uncle, did I hear correctly?"
The sudden surprise made Si Mei feel like she was in a dream.
"What do you think?"
"Yeah!" Simei immediately jumped up with joy. Wang Zhong frowned: "Huh?"
Then he saw Simei sitting on the stool obediently, picking up the rice in the bowl obediently, but the smile on her face could not be stopped.
"But..." Wang Zhong suddenly changed his words, and the smile on Simei's face stopped abruptly, and the movement of grabbing the rice also stopped.
"But what?" Putting down the bowl, Simei asked impatiently.
"It's okay to go to Yanjing, it's okay to go to Fei Xiang's concert, but I have conditions!"
"What conditions?" Simei asked quickly.
"I won't embarrass you. Last time you took the midterm exam, you barely passed several subjects. This time, I don't require you to get a certain score in each subject, but the average score must be seventy. Five points or more.”
"How about it? This is not a embarrassment to you, right?"
Simei's face immediately collapsed, "Seventy-five points, this is too high. My average score in the midterm exam has not even reached seventy!"
"Now I practice kung fu every day, dance, and learn vocal music. How can I have so much kung fu review!"
"Uncle! Can we discuss it and make it less?"
"Seventy points!"
"If not, then seventy-one... seventy-two will do!" At this moment, Simei was like Ma Suqin who went to the market to buy vegetables, her bargaining skills had been maxed out.
Unfortunately, what she met was not the vegetable sellers at the market, but her uncle-in-law Wang Zhong, who had a 'heart of stone'.
"That's too little!" Wang Zhong looked astonished: "How about changing it to eighty?"
"No, no, no!"
"Brother-in-law! How can you be like this? People always lower the price when bargaining, how can you be like this and increase the price!" Simei said with a bitter look on her face, looking aggrieved.
"It's okay if you don't like it, then don't go!"
"Anyway, you haven't saved any pocket money. No one is allowed to give her money then!" Wang Zhong glanced at everyone, and Simei immediately panicked.
Wang Zhong always kept his word at home. Who dared to give her money secretly after he opened his mouth.
Simei's face was wrinkled into the shape of a bitter melon.
"Don't pretend to be wronged with me here. This is the high school entrance examination, not the usual final exam. It affects which high school you can get into. If you don't do well in the exam, don't talk about going to Yanjing to watch the concert. , I’ll open your butt first so that you can’t even get off the ground, then you can have someone carry you to Yanjing on a stretcher!”
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Simei's aggrieved eyes were filled with tears. She looked pitifully at her eldest brother Yicheng, but unfortunately Yicheng didn't say a word, as if he hadn't seen him at all.
Then came Ma Suqin, Erqiang, and Sanli, all of whom were still silent without any response.
Finally it fell to Qiqi.
"Fourth sister, it's okay, I will accompany you to get beaten when the time comes!"
Qiqi is very well-behaved and understandable! Anyway, since he was a child, his butt has almost never been spared after every exam, and this time he has to go to every house.
After hearing this, Simei couldn't help but rolled her eyes at Qiqi.
"Whoever wants to be beaten with you, you should take care of yourself!" Simei held her breath, picked up the bowl, as if she had a deep grudge against the food in the bowl, and vented all her grievances and dissatisfaction while looking at her cheeks. onto the meal in the bowl.
