Chapter 80 Baby is sad
Jiang Ranran didn't look back, and Xiang Nuan didn't chase after her. The two of them just walked one after the other.
The scenery, delicious food and gifts along the way did not make him stop.
He only took off his clothes, but not his makeup. The paint all over his body made him look like he was fished out of cement. Wherever he went, passers-by looked at him sideways, thinking he was a little actor rushing to save the day.
"Why don't you go and persuade him? The child may still be upset about what happened just now." The staff who followed him couldn't help but feel heartache when they saw such a small and stubborn back.
"If you have emotions, you should let them out. There's no rush."
Xiang Nuan was really not in a hurry. Her calm attitude shocked the staff.
Jiang Ranran didn't stop until she reached a crowded group of people.
Amidst the huge crowd, Andy stood awkwardly on the tumbler, his body shaking uncontrollably, and he tried hard to find his balance.
His mother was not much better than him. She was also staggering and gesticulating. Just as she was able to stand up straight, she staggered and fell down again.
The instructor patiently explained the key points of the movements to them over and over again, but Andy and Lisa still couldn't hide their frustration.
"After all, this thing is Chinese. Foreigners can't use it."
"This is for weight control. The small ones are too light and the big ones are too heavy. This is nonsense!"
"Another internet celebrity trying to get traffic. Isn't it better to let professionals do their professional work?"
The gossips of the onlookers further undermined the mother and daughter's confidence.
"Andy's is indeed too heavy. Even if we add more weight to it, it still doesn't help. The child's waist is rubbed raw." The staff also started to worry.
"I'll help him. Together with him, the weight should be enough, right?!"
Jiang Ranran tilted her head, looking just like Nezha in the cartoon, fearless.
He pushed through the crowd and squeezed next to Andy. Looking at his small body hanging on the bracket, he couldn't help but yelled, "Does it have to be tied like this?"
"Mrs. Jiang, what is Ranran going to do? Our mission has been completed. There is a lounge and a big screen over there where we can keep an eye on other children's situations at any time. How about..." The accompanying staff were nervous and couldn't help but ask Xiang Nuan for help.
"I don't know what he's going to do. Shall we take a look together?"
...Is this my biological mother? She doesn't say anything, doesn't ask questions, and doesn't care?
[I don’t care about Jiang Ranran’s reaction. Instead, I really want to know what Xiang Nuan, the mother, is doing?! There’s something wrong with her son. We all feel it, but she’s indifferent?!]
[Being a mother requires sensitivity and attentiveness, but Mrs. Jiang's actions are really incomprehensible. ]
[I think it's very advanced. If you are unhappy and have something on your mind, and your parents are still nagging you, that so-called love will only be a burden.]
[Neither the son nor the mother was anxious, but the crowd of onlookers were very anxious. ]
"Ranran, do you really want to be with Andy?" The instructor seemed to have come up with a solution.
Jiang Ranran nodded, and Andy looked at him with gratitude.
"Thank you, Ranran." He expressed his most sincere gratitude in poor Chinese.
"We are all workers, we should help each other."
Jiang Ranran waved her hands nonchalantly, but this sentence moved everyone present. Someone shouted "good", and then thunderous applause broke out.
"Good job, young man!"
This sudden praise left Jiang Ranran confused. He looked at everyone in confusion, not understanding what this "good" meant.
"Carry me up."
This honest and straightforward voice made everyone laugh again. It was true that one could not remain serious for more than three seconds.
"Thank you, Ranran." Lisa also gave him a thumbs up, "I want to learn from you, let's work hard together."
The staff carried Jiang Ranran onto the support and tied her back to Andy. The instructor emphasized the key points of the movements again and carefully asked the two children to find the balance point and the force point.
"Come on, let's go and rest."
Xiang Nuan looked at Jiang Ranran's focused expression and simply stopped following her.
Huh? This, this, this…
The camera even turned back and forth twice, not knowing whether to leave Jiang Ranran alone here. But Xiang Nuan left resolutely, without even taking a second look at Ranran's "wonderful performance".
[She is my biological mother. No one else can do this except my biological mother. 】
[Do you have a mom like me?! When I was sad, I asked my mom to hug me, and she said her clothes were newly bought and I wrinkled them.]
[You made me laugh successfully. Are all mothers in China so the same? ]
[Mrs. Jiang is a rebellious person. You asked me to care for and comfort Jiang Ranran, but I won’t. I need to go back and rest.]
[Refuse to work overtime, refuse to be involuted, refuse to be inefficient, learn from Mrs. Jiang! ]
This change of tone is unprecedented. Netizens who had just questioned her fitness to be a mother have now changed sides and found a sense of belonging.
"Ran Ran's mother!"
A cute child's voice called Xiang Nuan. She was concentrating on looking at the decorations on the roadside, and was attracted by the sweet voice and immediately smiled.
"Little flower!"
Just now he was so calm that it made people feel irritated, but now he was so enthusiastic that it made people doubt their lives. Xiang Nuan jumped and came to the Mo Huaer sisters.
"Let me guess, is our little Hua'er's job to be a model?"
"No, I'm a painter, I draw portraits for everyone."
"Really? You're awesome! What about your sister? Will she be your model?"
"No, no, she is responsible for attracting tourists, you see."
Mo Huaer giggled and pointed at Mo Jianing on the roadside to show Xiang Nuan. Mo Jianing had just debuted, and although he had several popular songs that were widely circulated among young people, only a few people could recognize him. In addition, people instinctively felt that painting portraits was too time-consuming, so there were few customers.
"Mother Ranran, let me draw a picture for you."
Mo Huaer took Xiang Nuan's hand and asked her to sit down.
"Is it given to me for free?"
"Of course not. You are also my task. You have to pay 20 yuan."
Xiang Nuan burst out laughing. What a clever little girl. She is quite smart. But a painting is only 20 yuan? This price is too low. How long will it take to complete the task if it goes on like this?
"alright."
What? Xiang Nuan frowned, and finished the painting in a moment of distraction. She opened her mouth exaggeratedly and looked at Mo Huaer.
“Did you draw me as a stick figure?”
"No, it's very beautiful, look!"
She turned the sketchpad around confidently, and Xiang Nuan burst into hearty laughter instantly.
A bunch of messy lines entangled to form the shape of a person. You can say it is a painting, but you can hardly see the characteristics of the person being painted. You can't say it is not a painting, but it has a certain charm. Moreover, you can't stare at it for too long, because if you look at it for too long, you will be drawn into the crazy lines and can no longer extricate yourself.
"I feel like instant noodles that have become a spirit." In order to protect Mo Huaer's self-esteem, she has been trying to restrain herself.
"20 yuan, I'll roll it for you."
"Did anyone pay for those paintings you drew earlier?"
"No, they all ran away when they saw what I drew."
Good job, I’m glad I didn’t beat you up.
"Look, this painting belongs to me. Do you mind if I add a few strokes to it?"
Mo Huaer thought about it, grinned, and agreed.
Xiang Nuan picked up the pen and drew on the original lines, dipping it in different paints from time to time to embellish it. After a quarter of an hour, like flowers blooming on a dead tree, an abstract, fashionable and modern girl appeared on the paper.
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