Chapter 362 A Small Goal
Xiang Nuan's heart was still hesitant after leaving Mina. The name Yu Xin kept appearing in front of her. He had been paying attention to her, but he never appeared in her life again. Did it mean that although he didn't find the way back, he found a way to start a new life?
It's not that the plot can't be changed. She looked up at the sky, and as usual, she didn't receive any hints.
Forget it, I won’t bother you, just be well.
This time she encountered such a big accident but Yu Xin did not show up. If it were in the past, he would have popped up from some corner. Doesn't this show that he is also working hard to open up new lines?
Xiang Nuan took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress the urge to go to the bookstore.
"Where's Ranran?"
When she returned home, she saw Uncle Huo standing in the middle of the living room, staring at the study. She curiously followed his gaze.
Uncle Huo nodded, and saw a ball of paper or a colored pen being thrown out from time to time, but there was no sign of Ranran.
"Are you performing a magic trick?" She opened her eyes wide but couldn't figure out what was going on.
"almost."
Xiang Nuan smiled. Uncle Huo's way of raising children was more relaxed than hers. No matter how wild your imagination is, I will remain unchanged in the face of all changes.
"I bought ice cream. Is this a bad time to call him?"
Uncle Huo raised his wrist to check his watch: "Another half an hour, I think it's about time."
"Is it going to be a miracle?" Xiang Nuan smiled and put the ice cream in the refrigerator: "I'm going to wash my hands and change clothes first, wait for me to witness the miracle together."
Uncle Huo couldn't help laughing as he watched her walk upstairs with brisk steps. If Jiang Yunhui saw Jiang Ranran making such a fuss, he would have rushed into the study room immediately.
Ten minutes later, Xiang Nuan was stunned when she just stood at the stairs.
Oh my god, this is how you conjure up a living person?!
Jiang Ranran wrapped himself with various colored papers to look like Nezha. He stood with his hands on his hips, looking very proud, and was obviously very satisfied with his look.
She almost pinched herself, her brain spinning for several times, trying to find the key point that Jiang Ranran wanted to show. Cosplay? Chinese style anime? She looked at Uncle Huo for help, only to see that he was even more confused than she was.
"How about the clothes I designed?!"
Jiang Ranran's crisp voice woke her up. Fashion design! But where are the clothes? Does this piece of paper represent clothes?
She tried hard to hold back her laughter and drew a circle for Ran Ran with her finger: "Take two steps, models have to show off their clothes, take two steps.
"Jiang Ranran imitated the model and walked with big strides. The papers rustled and rubbed against each other. Some of them fell off with a crackling sound, causing Ranran to have to pick them up in a hurry.
"Oh, I can't move this, I can only look at it." He explained anxiously while sticking the fallen paper back to its original place.
"This paper is so hard, why not use tissue paper?"
Uncle Huo was already jaw-dropping. Jiang Ranran spent most of the day putting together this performance art. But Xiang Nuan was even more amazing. She actually had the same train of thought as Ranran.
"The tissue paper is too small and too laborious to use, and it's hard to color with the colored pens. The colors blur everywhere." Jiang Ranran pouted and looked aggrieved.
He looked back at the study, and there it was, a pile of tissues of various colors, witnessing his repeated failures.
"Why not just use fabric?"
"hey-hey……"
Jiang Ranran smiled strangely, and Xiang Nuan felt a chill on her spine. She stretched her neck to look deep into the study, and vaguely saw the torn sleeves of her clothes "dying tragically" there.
“The fabric is too soft and it won’t fit together.”
The reasons are quite sufficient and it cannot be said that there is no practice.
Uncle Huo's expression suddenly changed, and he walked quickly into the study. Fortunately, the curtains were not cut. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw a big hole in the corner of the sofa, and he almost fainted again.
"Listen to me, I think that pattern is more suitable, you... don't worry..."
Jiang Ranran started running as she spoke, and all the paper clothes on her body fell apart and scattered all over the ground like an animation special effect.
Xiang Nuan was almost laughing so hard that she stood between Uncle Huo and Ran Ran and asked, "Why did you suddenly think of making clothes?"
"Grandpa said he should learn from you and find his own goal." Ran Ran hid behind Xiang Nuan, feeling even more confident.
"Oh, I see." Xiang Nuan looked back at him: "Grandpa asked you to find a goal that suits you, not to take my goal as your goal."
"That's my own goal. You design clothes for adults, and I design clothes for children."
No problem! Mother and son work together, and their strength can break metal! Xiang Nuan thought about it, and simply reached out and high-fived him.
"How can you make clothes by cutting up sofa fabric? You can create something, but you can't destroy other things." Uncle Huo had a gloomy face. It seemed that he had to give both mother and son a lesson.
"Grandpa is right. It is commendable to have the courage to think and act, but you have to take responsibility for your mistakes. The money for buying the sofa cover will be deducted from your pocket money." Xiang Nuan stood next to Uncle Huo and echoed him in a second.
Jiang Ranran was about to change his expression, but suddenly his eyes rolled around. Pocket money? How could he have pocket money? He had never bought anything by himself, and his father would not trust him to carry money by himself.
Xiang Nuan knew what the little brat was thinking, so she scratched his nose and said, "No pocket money? Then I'll take it from the money you earn from designing clothes."
What? I can still make money? Does that mean I can continue to design clothes?! Will anyone buy them? Jiang Ranran's eyes flashed with light, and each question stimulated his little heart.
“Can I also hold a fashion show?”
"Why not?"
"The kind with models? The kind with a huge showroom? The kind with lots of people watching?!"
It was an advanced version of three consecutive questions, and Xiang Nuan was amused by him.
"That depends on whether the product you designed is popular and whether there is a market for it. The exhibition is to serve the work. Without good works, everything is in vain."
Jiang Ranran clapped his hands suddenly, he understood! He turned around and was about to go back to the study room, but Xiang Nuan hugged him and held him in her arms.
"Use this first, then this," she tapped his forehead and hands, "brute force won't achieve your goal."
"Then...are you willing to teach me?"
"I don't teach students who give up halfway through."
"It's a deal, pinky promise! Whoever gives up is a puppy!"
Xiang Nuan looked at Uncle Huo and said, "Then you are the witness. Write down the money for the sofa first."
Jiang Ranran jumped up excitedly. This was fun. He could even imagine himself holding a fashion show.
"For the small goal you set, shall we celebrate?" Xiang Nuan held his little hand, treating him like a true partner. Jiang Ranran couldn't help but tremble and nodded solemnly.
"Come on, let the most delicious ice cream witness this moment!"
Xiang Nuan pulled Ran Ran and ran towards the kitchen.
Uncle Huo followed behind him with a smile on his face, but suddenly he changed his mind and covered the sofa cover with a big hole in it again.
Let it also bear witness until Ran Ran replaces it with her own hands...
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