After racking his brains for four days, Bling finally managed to write out a fairly detailed plan, albeit with some difficulty.
That night, she checked again to make sure nothing was left behind before she could go to sleep.
I went to work the next day.
As soon as Huang Yuming arrived at work, Bu Ling mysteriously pulled him aside.
"Comrade Xiao Bu, what's wrong?"
Buling took a simple wooden box out of her bag. "This, please give it to..." she said, pointing to the box.
Huang Yuming's smiling face instantly turned serious: "Comrade Xiao Bu, what's this?"
"Everything I know is in there. Thank you, Sister Huang." Bu Ling didn't answer her question and continued speaking to herself.
Fortunately, Huang Yuming was not a reckless person and solemnly agreed: "Comrade Buling, don't worry."
Bling smiled; she had nothing to worry about.
However: "Sister Huang, could you please pass on a message for me? I only want to be a Bling."
Huang Yuming nodded knowingly: "I will."
They investigated Bling; she has an older brother who treats her very well.
Her brother is still a soldier, and now she only has Buling as a relative. It's normal that she doesn't want others to know.
"Don't worry, from now on you are just Bu Ling," Huang Yuming promised.
"Thank you, Sister Huang."
Huang Yuming patted Bu Ling on the shoulder: "Comrade Bu, we should be thanking you."
After saying that, Huang Yuming hurriedly went into the house and said something to Grandma Liu.
Grandma Liu then turned to look at Buling in the yard, gave him a kind smile, nodded slightly, picked up the box, and went into the west wing room.
Having handed over the items, Bling felt relieved and resumed her usual routine of spacing out all day.
The box she gave to Huang Yuming contained all the small household appliances she had brought back from the future.
The purpose of each small appliance was clearly stated inside the box.
Of course, medicine was also packed in, but she only kept a few of each for emergencies.
That was all she could do.
There was nothing more she could do.
After handing over the box, Bling never paid any attention to it again.
She's just a nobody, she knows her place, and she never gets involved in big things. She's content to just live her own little life.
With things settled at the Cultural Heritage Bureau, Buling turned her attention back to her family, especially her daughter Sang Mianmian.
That evening, when she went to pick up her daughter from the compound, she encountered a grand spectacle.
"Mianmian, Mianmian, these are meatballs my grandma made for me. Here, have some."
Comrade Sang Mianmian glanced at the meatball being held by dirty hands and decisively refused: "No!"
"Little Star, look, this is a little wooden gun my dad made for me. You can play with it."
Little Star pouted, showing absolutely no interest: "I'm not playing."
"Sister Mianmian, shall we go play jump rope?"
Sang Mianmian sat on a large rock, swinging her short legs twice: "No, that's something only little kids play with."
"Shall we go play Eagle Catches Chickens?"
"Let's go play and fight the Japanese devils!"
"Mianmian, Mianmian...."
"Little Star..."
"...."
Several little kids surrounded Sang Mianmian, fawning and trying to please her, all wanting to take the center position.
Her eldest daughter, on the other hand, swung her legs rather listlessly.
After watching for a while, Bu Ling realized that what Fang Sao said was not an exaggeration at all; it was completely realistic literature.
"Ahem~ Little Star."
Sang Mianmian turned around in surprise: "Mom!"
The little ones all turned their heads in unison: "Mom!"
Bling: ...
Goodness, suddenly there are several more big kids!
“She’s my mom, you’re not allowed to call her that!” Sang Mianmian was very domineering.
The little ones then realized what was happening and started changing their names all at once.
"Aunt."
"elder sister."
"Little Star's Mommy".
"...."
"Hey, hello everyone." This was the first time Buling had experienced such a scene. "Thank you for taking care of our Mianmian."
Sang Mianmian nestled next to Bu Ling's legs. "I'm not playing anymore. I'll play again tomorrow. I'm going home with my mom."
"Mianmian..."
Before her friends could stop her, Sang Mianmian grabbed Bu Ling's hand, turned around, and took the lead.
As she leaned to one side, Bu Ling reminded the children, "It's getting late, you should all go home soon. Auntie will take Mianmian home first."
Goodbye, Auntie.
"goodbye!"
To help her daughter maintain good relationships with her friends, Bu Ling turned around, took her daughter's hand, and walked towards the Sang family's small building.
On the way, Buling was incredibly curious: "Girl, out of all these friends, which one do you like to play with the most?"
Her daughter is amazing!
But her daughter pouted and said, "I don't like any of them. They're all so childish."
Upon hearing this, Bu Ling tugged at her messy little pigtails: "Hey, you little brat, how old are you to think she's childish?"
Little Star shook her head and shook off Bling's hand: "They're so childish, I don't like playing with them!"
Bling: "Really? But I saw you really enjoying it just now."
It's no exaggeration to say that her daughter's demeanor just now resembled that of a legendary queen.
Sang Mianmian turned her head away haughtily: "Just dealing with them."
Bling: ....
What exactly did her daughter go through during this busy period?
However, being a bit biased, he said, "If Little Star doesn't like them, she doesn't have to play with them."
Little Star sighed, "I already promised Grandpa Wu and the others, so let it be childish."
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