Fei Na opened her eyes a little, glanced at the hundred-yuan bill in Zhang Zian's heart in a disinterested manner, and then closed it again, "I don't admit that it's a cat clan."
Zhang Zian thought it would be interested, and then he could take the opportunity to show off his profound knowledge, but in the end, he got frustrated and had to walk aside resentfully.
Richard was interested, flapped his wings and flew to his shoulder, looking forward to staring at the hundred dollar bill in his hand.
"Jeff, is this what you pursue?"
"What do you mean?" Zhang Zian asked puzzled.
"Is your goal in life to pursue the RMB?" It was unusually serious.
He resolutely said: "How is that possible! To put it mildly, my goal in life is to pursue Bai Fumei! To put it bluntly, my goal in life is to contribute to the construction of socialist modernization. Dedicate your youth to your offspring!... Of course, you must have a girlfriend first."
Lao Cha, who was watching the morning news, nodded frequently, "You can teach me!"
Richard shook his head quickly, "No, no, Jeff, you misunderstood. What I mean is, what is RMB? Follow me, and I will take you to earn dollars in the future!"
"U.S. dollars?" Green banknotes immediately appeared in Zhang Zian's mind, which was a hard currency that could drive the whole world crazy.
"That's right, dollars, dolr, dollars, and bucks all mean the same thing. You can understand it however you want. As long as you serve me well, you will be well served!" Richard said confidently.
Zhang Zian looked around, turned down the volume to the lowest possible level, leaned into Jeff's ear and asked, "That..."
"Yes!" Richard said firmly.
"You know what I'm going to ask?" He was surprised.
"Isn't it just to ask if there are any foreign girls? Don't worry, there will be dollars, and there will be foreign girls."
"..." Although it guessed very accurately, Zhang Zian was still very upset.
Is my mind so easy to guess? He thought to himself, everyone, no matter Sun Xiaomeng or Richard, guessed exactly what I was thinking... Can we still be good friends
"Good morning, store manager brother!" A petite figure jumped up and down outside the door, it was Little Celery.
Today, one of Celery's braids moved down by about 1 centimeter. If Zhang Zian hadn't paid special attention, he would never have noticed such a detail. Her face was flushed from running fast, and her small hands in woolen gloves tightly clutched the straps of her schoolbag on her chest.
"Good morning, Celery. Were you late yesterday?" he asked.
"Woo..." Little Celery wrinkled her face, stuck out her tongue and said, "It's scary! Almost! I just sat down in the classroom when the teacher came in..."
"It can't be like that today! Xiaoling and Er Er are here, and they won't run away. You can come and see them at any time, but you must not be late for school, understand?" he educated.
"Well! I see!" She nodded vigorously.
"Well, Little Celery is a sensible and good boy, I believe in Little Celery." He bent down and said to her, "Can't you do me a favor now?"
"Okay! What's the job? Little Celery often helps mother with work at home!" She quickly took off her woolen gloves, rolled up her sleeves, and was really ready to work.
Zhang Zian picked up her gloves and looked at them. They were just a pair of dark green wool fingerless gloves, not too thick, just suitable for wearing now. In addition, there was a line of small characters embroidered with dark red thread on the wrist of the gloves. He held the glove up to the light, and it turned out to be "Cai Xiaoqin, Class 3, Grade 2, Primary School Attached to Binhai No. 1 Middle School." You had to look carefully to see it clearly, otherwise you would think it was an ordinary pattern.
"Your mother knitted this for you?" He returned the gloves to her.
"Hmm!" She giggled a little embarrassedly.
This is my mother! Zhang Zian sighed.
"Is there any embroidery on your other clothes?" he asked.
"Yeah, here, here, and here..." Little Celery's fingers pointed at her body, and her name and school were embroidered on the relatively hidden parts such as the hood, hood, and trousers. She also wears a child locator watch on her wrist.
"I said no, but my mother was afraid that I would get lost..." She stared at her toes, blushing even more. I am the only one, there are a few boys who are particularly annoying and call me 'Mom's good baby'..." she said hesitantly.
Zhang Zian patted her head comfortingly, "Don't pay attention to them! Sooner or later, they will regret laughing at you now."
"Really?" She looked up.
"It's true," he said firmly.
"Little Celery, let me teach you a poem. Maybe you have learned it or recited it before, but if you listen carefully now, you should get a different feeling."
Little Celery raised her head and listened carefully.
"The thread in the loving mother's hand, and the clothes on the wandering son's body. Before leaving, the seams are densely packed, and I am afraid that I will return later. Whoever says an inch of grass will repay three springs." Zhang Zian slowly chanted.
He has never learned broadcasting or reading aloud, and his timbre can be said to be incomplete, and he can't do basic cadences. Even he himself knows that he reads poorly. He had thought that Richard would sneer mercilessly because of his pissing nature, but he didn't expect it to listen carefully and quietly on his shoulder, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
A short poem with 30 Chinese characters was finished in less than a minute.
After reading it, Zhang Zian thought about whether he remembered any mistakes, and there was still time to correct it. If Xiao Celery picked out the mistake, it would be too embarrassing... But it seems that he didn't.
Little Celery listened, lowered her head, and gently stroked the words embroidered on the woolen gloves with her fingers. After a while, she raised her head. The uneasiness just now had disappeared.
"Brother store manager, you read really well! Better than our teacher!" She said seriously.
"Haha, don't praise me. I know my level, so I can barely be considered fluent. The store manager's brother is enough to rely on his face to eat!" Zhang Zian was actually a little embarrassed, but he couldn't show it in front of this elementary school student. , so the usual gag was used to cover it up.
"It's really good! Our teacher's reading is dry, almost like reading a text." Little Celery argued anxiously.
"Really?" Zhang Zian rubbed his chin, "When my pet shop can't continue, do you want to get a teacher qualification certificate to become a teacher? Of course, you must teach high school, and look at the youthful and beautiful high school every day. Girls are eye-catching... "
"Don't misunderstand your son."
Standing at the door was a tall, thin man with ponytails and staring at Zhang Zian. It was Guo Dongyue. He and Zhang Zian made an appointment to go to the bird breeding base to pick parrots together today.
Zhang Zian also looked at him, looking at this wanderer who was trying to repay the three Chunhui with his heart.