For both families, Zhao Xiaobei going to school is a happy event.
Jiang Nian likes this precocious and sensible child.
Early that morning, when she was making breakfast, she specially made a fried dough stick and two boiled eggs.
"Xiaobei, the fried dough stick is one, the egg is zero, together they make one hundred. Aunt Jiang wishes you to get a perfect score in all your exams in the future."
Zhao Xiaobei looked at the fragrant fried dough sticks and two big round eggs and hesitated for a moment.
As Song Yingying and Jiang Nian got closer, she gradually let go of her initial unfamiliarity.
She and Jiang Nian seemed to have known each other in their previous life, and there was an indescribable sense of intimacy between them, like sisters.
Since we are not sisters, there is no need to be polite.
Song Yingying touched Zhao Xiaobei's head and said, "Take it and eat it. Thank you, Aunt Jiang."
"Thank you, Aunt Jiang."
Zhao Xiaobei thanks you.
“Mmmmm…Mmmmm…”
Little An Bao was moving around in Jiang Nian's arms, waving his hands as if he wanted to say something.
Jiang Nian translated for him, "Xiao Bei, An An also has something for you."
"Uh-huh."
Little Anbao nodded vigorously and lovingly.
In her little hand she held a wrinkled little red flower, which was made of ordinary red paper. It became wrinkled because she had held it for too long.
"To my brother... To my brother..."
Xiao Anbao waved his little hands, trying hard to hand the little red flower to Zhao Xiaobei.
Zhao Xiaobei reached out to take the wrinkled little red flower without any disgust, and put it carefully into his schoolbag.
"Thank you, Sister An An." He looked up at Jiang Nian, "Aunt Jiang, when I get back from school, can I still play with Sister An An?"
"Of course you can. As long as you finish your homework, Aunt Jiang welcomes you to come and play with Sister An An anytime."
Zhao Xiaobei looked focused and nodded vigorously.
On this day, Zhao Xiaobei wore a new set of clothes and was very clean.
That was the gift Song Yingying gave him.
Jiang Nian bought a suit for Qin Sanye at the department store yesterday, which reminded Song Yingying that the two men in her family didn't have many clothes that fit them.
Zhao Weidong is okay. He wears military uniform and training clothes on a daily basis. He doesn’t have time to leave the army and doesn’t need daily clothes.
But Zhao Xiaobei is different. He is going to start primary school and can no longer wear patched clothes or old clothes that adults don’t want.
Even a small child has his own self-esteem.
Therefore, Song Yingying went to the mall and picked out a set of clothes suitable for his age.
Simple and clean, without any complicated design.
At Jiang Nian's reminder, Song Yingying chose a slightly larger size.
After all, children of this age grow fast, so a larger size will allow them to wear it for longer.
Now this outfit looks neat and good-looking on Zhao Xiaobei.
As for the gifts Song Yingying prepared, there were more than just these.
She took out a notebook, pencil, and eraser and put them one by one into Zhao Xiaobei's backpack.
These things were bought by Song Yingying when she went to the supply and marketing cooperative for the first time.
At that time, Jiang Nian thought that Song Yingying was going to use it for herself, but she didn't expect that from that time on, she had been preparing for Zhao Xiaobei's schooling.
"Xiaobei, the opportunity to study is not easy to come by. You must listen to your teachers and study hard in school."
While speaking, Song Yingying looked particularly serious.
This reflects her serious attitude towards learning and her regret for being forced to interrupt her studies.
So she placed her hopes on Zhao Xiaobei, hoping that this child could turn out to be completely different from her.
Aside.
Zhao Weidong stood in the yard without saying a word. When he heard Song Yingying's words, he glanced at Song Yingying solemnly.
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