"Besides that, is there anything else?"
Shang Yunmiao thought for a moment, then said, "In good health?"
"You're going to work hard, right? I've got it. Anything else?" Chen Bing found a small notebook and a piece of paper and started taking notes on what Shang Yunmiao had said.
"May all your wishes come true?" Since she couldn't think of any other wishes, Shang Yunmiao simply uttered the words of blessing.
"This is a bit abstract, but let's just consider it a bit of fun."
What is a "fun person"?
"It's nothing, don't worry about it. Is there anything else? Is there anything else?"
"Uh... find a good husband?"
"Okay, find a good husband... no, no, I mean find a good wife."
Chen Bing crossed out "gong" and then wrote "po" in an artistic way.
"Is there any more?"
Shang Yunmiao shook her head; she really couldn't think of anything else.
"I see." Chen Bing looked at the notes in her hand.
1. Revitalize education in our hometown.
2. Exercise regularly.
3. Be a fun person.
4. Find a good wife.
After a moment's thought, Chen Bing added a few more wishes.
5. Achieve financial freedom (√).
6. They have developed many skills in art, talent, and other areas.
7. Take exams, take lots and lots of exams.
8. Read books, especially many classic books.
9. Hmm... To be continued.
Looking at the thin piece of paper in her hand, Chen Bing felt that what she had written didn't resonate with her. How to put it? It seemed a bit vague, without any specific goals for her to strive for.
Why not? Write down the specific goals carefully?
That's a good option.
With this in mind, Chen Bing decided to enrich the contents of the paper.
Full of enthusiasm, he found a blank notebook, and after leaving the first page blank, he wrote down his specific goals for the future.
Shang Yunmiao, standing to the side, kept her curious eyes fixed on him. She didn't know many characters yet, so she couldn't quite understand what Chen Bing was writing. However, the beautiful handwriting still captivated her attention.
Chen Bing's handwriting is so beautiful.
He seemed to be doing something very important, so Shang Yunmiao only thought about it in her heart and didn't actually say anything.
The little girl sat quietly next to Chen Bing, watching him write. When Liu Yue came to call her to take a bath, she also left quietly.
It is very enjoyable to put your passion and energy into things you are interested in. When Chen Bing came to her senses, more than an hour had passed.
He looked up, put the ballpoint pen aside, and then stretched.
Just then, Liu Yue led Shang Yunmiao, who had finished taking a bath, back to the living room.
The other person was wearing one of my new pajamas.
The slightly loose hem of her clothes hung down to below Shang Yunmiao's bottom, and the cuffs of her pajama pants were simply folded twice so that they wouldn't droop to the ground.
Furthermore, the little girl tucked her hands into her sleeves, leaving only a few fingers clenched into a cute sleeve shape. Her hair was still damp, strands of black hair clinging to her fair, rosy skin, partially obscuring her two large, shy, downcast eyes.
I just don't know where her shyness comes from.
Although she is still very young, the beauty of her looks is already evident in her eyes and brows.
She's such a cute little girl; some people with a thing for young girls would be thrilled to see her.
Ahem! Just a heads-up.
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Although Chen Bing is also a lolicon, his "complex" is limited to the world of anime and manga. He has no inappropriate desires for real-life kids under sixteen or seventeen who haven't even grown up yet.
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That concludes the explanation.
Therefore, Chen Bing only glanced at Shang Yunmiao twice before looking away.
In this situation, Shang Yunmiao seems a lot like my younger sister.
"Miaomiao, come here, let Auntie blow-dry your hair."
Liu Yue took a bath with Shang Yunmiao, so her hair was still wet and she looked much prettier than usual.
Because there is a suitable-height power outlet next to the sofa in the living room, Chen Bing's family usually blow-dry their hair there.
Although Shang Yunmiao was a shy child, Liu Yue seemed to lack understanding of this. She sat directly on the sofa and then hugged Shang Yunmiao to blow-dry her hair.
Old Chen, who was reading in his bedroom, somehow walked into the living room, picked up the remote control from the coffee table, and started watching the news channel.
However, his eyes weren't on the TV at all; he was staring intently at Liu Yue's back.
I'm such a rascal. When you're in your forties and middle age, I'll definitely tell you this story as a joke.
Chen Bing, noticing Chen Shichao's actions, silently complained to herself.
For women, blow-drying their hair is a very enjoyable thing, but only if someone else helps them.
According to the Chen family's tradition, Chen Shichao was responsible for blow-drying Liu Yue's hair. Occasionally, when he was not around, the young and frail Chen Bing would help for a short while.
In situations like today, even though Chen Shichao was present, Liu Yue still planned to perform the performance herself.
Because she still has some pride. Other girls are here, and it would be embarrassing for her to see her husband blow-drying her hair.
Liu Yue, who was thin-skinned, thought so, but Chen Shichao, who was thick-skinned, had no such concerns at all.
He came out of the bedroom to wait and blow-dry Liu Yue's hair.
So, after the other party finished drying Shang Yunmiao's hair, he naturally took the hair dryer from Liu Yue's hand, stroked his wife's long hair, and began to dry it gently and meticulously.
His actions put Liu Yue in a dilemma, unable to refuse or accept.
Just as bewildered as she was was Shang Yunmiao, whom she held in her arms. The little girl stood there like a statue, her face blank, not daring to move an inch.
Fortunately, Chen Bing noticed all of this and came to her, directly taking her out of Liu Yue's arms and leading her into the bedroom.
The living room has such a disgusting atmosphere that I, Chen Bing, would rather not stay here.
And so, the two little ones arrived at Chen Bing's bedroom.
"There are some toys in that box. You can take them if you want to play with them."
After throwing those words at Shang Yunmiao, Chen Bing started searching around for the things she needed to make the craft.
He plans to make a small poster and put it on his wall, writing down all the specific goals he wants to achieve, so that he can see it every day when he opens his eyes.
After regaining her senses, Shang Yunmiao watched Chen Bing bustling around and then glanced at the tightly closed door.
The adults weren't around; it was just me and Chen Bing in the room. She breathed a slight sigh of relief and relaxed a little more.
Shang Yunmiao glanced around Chen Bing's room.
Rural houses generally don't have much natural light, but Chen Bing's bedroom looks quite cozy because of the well-placed lighting.
Besides that, the room was very tidy, and apart from a few practical items, most of the other things were neatly displayed in the cabinets.
For example, Chen Bing's toys, books, calligraphy, paintings, and handicrafts.
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