After dinner at the Mu family, the brother and sister Mu Zhiyuan and Mu Qing got together.
Mu Zhiyuan kept taking out the gifts he had prepared for his sister from his suitcase and schoolbag.
Mu Qing was delighted every time she took out a gift.
Looking at her bright smile, I feel a little jealous of Mu Zhiyuan.
Because her smile is because of her brother.
"Brother, have you bought me gifts with the pocket money your parents gave you?"
Mu Qing asked her brother.
Reaching out and pinching his sister's face, Mu Zhiyuan said, "I've already spent all the pocket money my parents gave me. I'm using my free time to work part-time to earn money and use the money I earned to buy you a gift. How about it? Are you happy?"
"Happy."
"Then let me keep your New Year's red envelopes for you. You are still a child and it is difficult for you to keep so many red envelopes by yourself. Give them to me for you and I will return them to you when you grow up."
I was a little speechless listening to Mu Zhiyuan's words.
Mu Qing will be fourteen years old after the New Year, not a three-year-old child.
She can keep her red envelope herself.
Even if she doesn't want to keep it, she can ask her parents to keep it for her.
Mu Zhiyuan clearly wanted to cheat his sister out of her red envelope money.
"Thank you for your kindness, brother. However, no need. I can keep it myself. If you need money, you can borrow from me."
Mu Qing refused to give the New Year's red envelope money to her brother for safekeeping.
I found it hilarious.
The relationship between the brother and sister is enviable, but when it comes to her own interests, the little girl is still very clear-headed.
Mu Zhiyuan is just like many parents who coax their children into giving them New Year red envelopes.
They said they would help keep the money, but in the end it was all spent by the adults.
In order to trick their children into handing over their New Year red envelopes, some parents even say the money has expired.
When the child saw the date on the RMB and found it was not from that year, he was deceived and thought it was really expired. He generously handed over the expired money to his parents.
"Qingqing, there's a letter for you."
Mother Mu was shouting outside the house.
"My letter?"
Mu Qing was suspicious, then she put down the Hanfu skirt her brother bought for her and turned to walk out of the house.
Soon, she came in with a letter.
There was no stamp on the envelope.
"Who wrote to you?"
Mu Zhiyuan asked.
I could only watch and not ask, because I was just a guest at the Mu family.
Mu Qing replied, "Mom said it was delivered to me by a classmate on his bike, not by the postman."
Mu Zhiyuan's handsome face darkened, and he immediately asked, "Did your classmate send you a love letter?"
Mu Qing: “…”
She looked up at her brother, her pretty face slowly turning red, and the next moment, she said coquettishly: "Brother!"
"Take out the letter and have a look. Is it a love letter from your classmate? Who wrote it? I'll go find him. My sister is only a little girl, and they dare to have ideas about her. They are beasts."
Mu Zhiyuan was particularly angry.
It seemed as if what Mu Qing was holding in her hand was really a love letter, as if his beloved sister had been taken away by someone.
Listening to Mu Zhiyuan calling those boys who coveted Mu Qing beasts.
I think my face is burning.
I always feel like Mu Zhiyuan is calling me a beast.
I made an excuse to go to the bathroom and quickly left so that Mu Zhiyuan wouldn't notice my blushing face.
I washed my face in the bathroom and didn't come out until the burning sensation on my face was gone.
As soon as I came out, I saw Mu Zhiyuan running wildly in the hall.
He still held the letter in his hand.
It seems that it is really a love letter.
After seeing this, Mu Qing's face turned ugly.
"Qingqing, I'll reply to him for you. Do you know his home address? I'll take your brother Junbo to find him right now."
The love letter was in Mu Zhiyuan's hands, and naturally he only read it after getting his sister's consent.
I'm quite curious, what kind of love letters are written by thirteen or fourteen-year-old children?
I have never written a love letter in my life.
Because I don’t have anyone I like.
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