Chen Mingli couldn't help but look at her suspiciously.
Is this girl so good
At this moment, Shen Qingshan changed clothes and came out from upstairs. Hearing Shen Ning's words, a warm feeling suddenly passed through his heart.
The most sensible and well-behaved one is his daughter!
"That's not okay. There are distinguished guests at home tonight. What do you mean by dressing like this?"
Shen Qingshan objected while going downstairs.
Shen Ning smiled slightly: "Dad, I remember that my mother has a lot of old clothes. If I don't throw them away, I want to pick a few wearable ones from my mother's old clothes and wear them first, and buy new clothes later."
These few words once again made Shen Qingshan feel warm in his heart.
Among the three daughters, the second girl knows how to be frugal and does not waste anything.
"It still doesn't work. How can I let you wear your mother's old clothes? It would be too unfair for you."
The more Shen Qingshan thinks his second daughter is good, the more he feels distressed and the more reluctant he is to have wronged her.
"Dad, I don't feel wronged at all. I like wearing mom's old clothes. Your money should be spent wisely and don't waste it on me."
Shen Qingshan finally agreed.
He looked at Chen Mingli: "You keep those old clothes, right? I told you not to throw any away. Where did you put them?"
Chen Mingli was jealous and resentful. If Shen Qingshan hadn't insisted, she would have thrown all those clothes out. It would be unlucky to stay at home.
Of course, she honestly and politely refused to keep all the jewelry left by Shen Ning's mother.
"I kept my sister's things well. They were kept in Xiao Ning's room. Later, Tongtong moved in. I was afraid that Tongtong would be careless and damage my sister's belongings, so I kept them in the storage room downstairs. It’s in the room where Aunt Liu lives now.”
Shen Qingshan said: "Xiao Ning, your mother's things will be kept by you from now on. Even if you can't wear those clothes, it's just a thought to keep them."
Shen Ning nodded obediently in agreement.
She entered Aunt Liu's room and found an old suitcase covered with dust under the bed.
Although the suitcase is old, it was something her mother had used back then, and it was filled with memories.
A warm feeling arose in her heart.
Moving the suitcase back to her room, she wiped off the dust bit by bit, then carried the suitcase to the bed, and then slowly opened the suitcase with a pious and respectful mood.
A box full of clothes belonging to her deceased mother, neatly folded, as if they were new.
From summer to winter, they are divided into categories and placed in an orderly manner.
There are furs, shawls, cheongsams, and long skirts.
There are memories on every piece.
Shen Ning's eyes were blurred, and her slender fingers gently ran across the pieces of clothing, as if she saw her mother wearing these clothes before her eyes.
Her biological mother was born in a wealthy family in the capital, and she wore all good things. Although the clothes she left behind were a bit old, they were made of excellent materials.
Among them are several embroidered long cheongsams, all of which are genuine brocade silk, which is much better than the silk currently on the market.
Fine silk feels smooth and smooth, and after all these years, it still looks like new.
Shen Ning sat on the bed, hugging the clothes her mother had worn, and her thoughts suddenly drifted back to a long, long time ago.
The mother in my memory loved to laugh and always spoke so gently. The three of them lived a happy life.