"Jiaojiao?" Xu Qing shouted impatiently as soon as she got home.
Sheng Jiaoyang sat up and looked at Xu Qing.
Xu Qing was stunned for a moment, feeling that her daughter had changed a lot.
"Why have you lost so much weight? Are you too tired from the competition?" Xu Qing looked distressed.
"No, I'm just stronger."
Sheng Jiaoyang couldn't bear it when others looked at her like this, so she quickly stood up and walked around in front of Xu Qing to prove what she said.
Xu Qing smiled. She felt that her daughter seemed more lively in front of her. Now she has no time to think about anything else and only wants to replenish her daughter's health.
Look at this thin one, all the flesh on his cheeks is gone.
"Jiaojiao, you play at home, I'll buy groceries and come back to cook." After saying that, she walked out.
Sheng Jiaoyang, with quick eyes and quick hands, immediately stepped forward, took Xu Qing's hand, and walked out together. He said, "We won't cook today. Let's go out to eat and celebrate."
"But..." Xu Qing has a lot of worries. She knows that her daughter should still have some money on hand, but school is about to start, and there are too many places to spend money. Now she can save money.
"Stop it, I know what you're worried about. Don't worry, the money I have is enough to cover my tuition and fees in the next few years."
Xu Qing stopped, turned to look at Sheng Jiaoyang, and asked: "Jiaojiao, what painting did you paint that can sell for so much money?"
It's not that she doesn't believe in her daughter, but she didn't know that her daughter had a talent for painting before. She had never seen her daughter's paintings, and she had no artistic ability herself. It was difficult for her to imagine what kind of painting talent she would have. Sell high.
"I told you that you don't know. Let me tell you this. That day I went to the commercial street of the old city to sell paintings, and then a very rich gangster took a fancy to my paintings. He thought my paintings were amazing. To bid too little would be to dishonor my painting, so I was transferred some money.”
Sheng Jiaoyang said speciously, of course she couldn't tell the truth. Do you want her to say that she was unfortunate enough to meet Lord Shen that day, and then very lucky to be squandered by him with money.
No one would believe it!
"Jiaojiao, can you tell mom how much your paintings were sold for?" Xu Qing looked at Sheng Jiaoyang's face and asked cautiously.
Sheng Jiaoyang thought for a while and decided to tell her to save her from worrying about this and that.
She held out an index finger.
"Ten thousand?" Xu Qing felt that this number was within the range of imagination.
"Pfft! Ten thousand is not enough to pay the deposit for our rental." Sheng Jiaoyang said with a smile. As expected, he is a person who is used to being poor, and his ideological consciousness is not open enough.
→_→Someone obviously forgot that at the beginning, he only wanted to ask Shen Demon King for so much money for an emergency.
"One hundred thousand?!" This number was beyond Xu Qing's imagination. Her eyes were wide open with a look of disbelief.
What is the concept of one hundred thousand dollars for a painting? It would take her two or even three years to make that much money. If a painting by a well-known painter sells this amount, it is not surprising, but Jiaojiao is just an underage girl who has just finished the college entrance examination!
"One million." Sheng Jiaoyang didn't beat around the bush.
These three words were like an earth-shattering shock, and Xu Qing was immediately speechless. One million! If they don't buy a house or a car, it will be enough for them to live on for a lifetime.
"Jiaojiao, you are really amazing!" It took a while for Xu Qing to regain her composure.
"So, you don't have to worry about me at all. You see, I am so good at making money, and I will only make more in the future. If you don't want to work, don't work. You don't have to be angry with anyone, because I will support you." Sheng Jiaoyang Said seriously.
Xu Qing blushed instantly. Her daughter had said such a thing before, but although she was moved, she felt that her daughter was still young and had to at least finish college to realize such a good wish. But it was different now. Her daughter proved that this was not true with facts. Empty words.
There was no moment where she felt more than now that giving birth to a daughter alone after the divorce was the most correct decision in her life. Over the years, other people's comments and family members' preaching and accusations were no match for her daughter's words of "I I’ll take care of you.”
Sheng Jiaoyang reached out and hugged Xu Qing.
"You should be happy, I will no longer be a burden to you."
"No, you will never be a burden to me. You are my belief that I can survive." Xu Qing's voice was choked, but her tone was very firm.
Sheng Jiaoyang was deeply touched in her heart. She also had a great mother. Her mother knew that giving birth to her would be life-threatening and would shorten her lifespan, but she still gave birth to her unswervingly, and took care of her as much as possible. Nian even miraculously exceeded the doctor's diagnosis and stayed in this world for five more years.
Xu Qing is a weak woman, but she is indeed a good mother. She must have suffered a lot for Xu Jiaojiao.
"In the future, I will also become your pride." Sheng Jiaoyang took a step back.
"You have always been my pride."
Sheng Jiaoyang took out a tissue from the tissue box placed on the entrance to wipe Xu Qing's tears, and said in a playful tone: "Let's go, let's go, your little pride is going to take you to a big dinner now!"
Xu Qing burst into tears and smiled.
As a person with particularly picky taste buds, Sheng Jiaoyang's meals are certainly not the so-called grand meals. What can be called a feast in her heart must be clean, delicious and stylish.
There is such a private restaurant in a small alley on Xuefu Road. The director is a strange man who pursues all kinds of delicious private dishes. His restaurant has been open for thirty years.
Sheng Jiaoyang knew about this place. Her mother first brought her here. Later, she went abroad for nearly ten years. The first thing she did after returning home was to find this place and order a table of food. The taste was still as good as in her memory.
Sheng Jiaoyang led Xu Qing into an alley.
There are still some old buildings preserved in this area. Under the eaves carved with dragons and phoenixes, the blue brick walls are painted with charming cloud patterns. Even the roads in the alleys are paved with whole slabs of bluestone. road.
"Jiaojiao, did you take the wrong road? These are all residential buildings." Xu Qing asked uncertainly.
"Don't worry, I've eaten here before, so I won't lead you the wrong way."
With that said, Sheng Jiaoyang walked to a red painted wooden door and opened it.
As soon as the door opens, the first thing you see is a green vegetable field. There is a half-meter-wide gravel road in the middle of the vegetable field. There is a bluestone road at the corner of the concierge on both sides that goes around the vegetable field and extends to the entrance of the lobby.
There are several portraits on the wall inside the lobby, and a landscape painting screen is placed on the side.
How does this look like a restaurant
Xu Qing was about to retreat when Sheng Jiaoyang pulled her inside, walked around the screen and walked into the room.
There was a cashier's desk by the door, and a young woman was sitting behind it looking at the ledger.
Seeing two unfamiliar faces, the woman was not surprised and just asked: "How many people are there among you?"
"Just the two of us." Sheng Jiaoyang responded.
"There are many guests today, and the private rooms are all booked. There is only a seat in the attic, do you mind?" the woman said.
"It doesn't matter, I just happen to be able to see your small fish pond from the attic."
There was a trace of surprise in the woman's eyes, and she guessed that the other party had come to eat when she was not at home.
"Then what do you want to eat today?"
"Let's have a small fish feast for two, and two bowls of treasure rice," Sheng Jiaoyang glanced at the woman's increasingly heavy belly, "Just sit down, I know how to get to the attic."
"Okay, you guys take your seats first, and I'll ask someone to bring you snacks and tea." The woman smiled.
"Um."
Sheng Jiaoyang pulled Xu Qing inside, turned a few corners, and went up to the attic.
The windows in the attic are all still the old-style sliding windows. The windows on all sides are wide open, letting a warm breeze blow on the floor.
There is air conditioning in the private room, but not in the attic, so most people can book a private room without going up to the attic.
Three pairs of tables and chairs each occupy a corner, and the remaining corner is interesting. Two three-dimensional bookcases are placed diagonally. Through the glass cabinet doors, you can see that they are full of books. In front of the bookcase, there is also a piano that looks a bit old.
"Isn't this a study room?" Xu Qing said after looking around.
"This used to be the activity room of the curator's granddaughter, the woman at the door just now." Speaking of which, Sheng Jiaoyang played here when he was a child. At that time, there were various toys here.
The curator is a granddaughter lover, and none of his grandchildren have such good treatment and can have their own attic as an activity room.
In a blink of an eye, so many years have passed.
Unknowingly, Sheng Jiaoyang had walked to the piano. She turned to look at Xu Qing and sat down.
Now that she has become Xu Jiaojiao, let Xu Qing get to know her new daughter again.
The crisp sounds with different tones are connected together to form a beautiful melody that is pleasant to the ear.
This is her favorite piece of music and the one she plays most frequently. She just plays it easily without looking at the music score.
Xu Qing was already stunned.
My daughter turns out to be an all-around genius!
Among the several people passing by in the corridor across the small fish pond from the attic, the young man walking in the middle suddenly stopped.
"Mr. Shen? What's wrong?" The middle-aged man leading the way on the right stopped quickly and asked.
"It's okay." The man glanced up at the attic calmly and continued walking forward.
The author has something to say: This chapter was very painful to write. It was already slow. When I finished writing the drag document, a dazzling document disappeared. I couldn’t find it no matter how I looked for it. I spent twice as much time writing it all over again. /(tot)/~~