Chen Bing turned around and saw that the person who had called out to her was Chen Shichao, who was sitting in the driver's seat.
"There's a lot of stuff in the trunk of the car, could you help me take some of it?"
Chen Bing, who always prided himself on being hardworking, readily agreed to Chen Shichao's request.
He thought to himself, "How much stuff can I buy in one trip?"
Then, he followed Chen Shichao and moved three times.
"Old Chen, how come you guys can buy so much?"
Chen Bing glanced at Liu Yue and the other two chatting happily on the sofa, then, panting heavily, questioned Chen Shichao in a low voice.
The father, who had gained some authority, waved his hand at his son and explained, "If you see something you like, just buy it. We're not short of money right now."
Chen Bing rolled her eyes at the other person and said nothing more.
"You and Yueyue definitely couldn't afford all this stuff. Is there anything you bought for me?"
Although Chen Bing is already a mature adult, the love of new things is a universal human trait. So, seeing so many exquisite gift bags and boxes, Chen Bing was somewhat excited.
“Ask Yueyue, I don’t recognize these things. She bought all your things, I only paid for them.” After saying this, Chen Shichao walked to the water dispenser and gulped down cup after cup of tea. Judging from his appearance, he was clearly exhausted from carrying things.
Ignoring him further, Chen Bing jogged over to Liu Yue's side and asked if she had anything she wanted to buy for herself.
Chen Bing's words reminded Liu Yue, who got up and precisely picked out one of the gift bags from a pile. Upon opening it, she found a very nice-looking, high-end, and expensive children's dress inside.
"I bought this for you. Go try it on and see if it fits."
"Thank you, Mom." For the sake of the dress, Chen Bing unusually sweetly called out a name that Liu Yue loved to hear.
Then, before he could leave to try on the clothes, he saw Liu Yue wave to Shang Yunmiao and then take out one toy after another and one piece of clothing after another from the pile of bags and boxes.
Barbie dolls, exquisite music boxes, a complete set of children's art supplies...
Sweaters, pretty shirts, little skirts, dresses, cheongsams, Hanfu... all sorts of colorful clothes almost dazzled Chen Bing's eyes.
First, the small size rules out that it was bought for an adult. Second, the flashy design also rules out that it was bought for the owner.
So...
"Yunmiao~ Do you like these clothes?"
Before Shang Yunmiao could say anything, Yunxuan hurriedly stepped forward and said things like "We can't accept it," "It's too expensive," and "Leave it for Chen Bing."
Chen Bing could understand the first two sentences, but what did the last one mean? Teacher Yun, I know you're anxious, but please don't rush. Think about what you're saying before you speak, okay?
Although Yunxuan was very embarrassed, under Liuyue's reasonable persuasion, she had no choice but to accept the gifts on behalf of her daughter.
No girl dislikes new clothes, and Shang Yunmiao is no exception.
No girl dislikes dress-up games, and Liu Yue and Yun Xuan are no exception.
With the ownership of the clothes already decided, the two mothers exchanged a glance and then tacitly led Shang Yunmiao to the room to play a dress-up game.
When Liu Yue was choosing clothes, she was looking forward to changing them with the super cute Shang Yunmiao.
Although Chen Bing really wanted to play the game, his gender was a factor, and it would be a bit strange for a grown man to play a dress-up game with girls.
Of course, the reason why Shang Yunmiao couldn't be dressed up was also partly because they were afraid of being called a shrew.
In conclusion, Chen Bing had no choice but to stay obediently in the living room, admiring Shang Yunmiao's appearance in her new clothes, one by one.
Because every piece of clothing was so beautiful, Chen Bing couldn't resist taking out her phone to take a picture of Shang Yunmiao every time she came out.
However, the camera resolution of mobile phones at that time was generally very poor, and could only capture less than one percent of Shang Yunmiao's cuteness in reality.
It's not that my photography skills are bad, it's just that the phone's camera resolution is too poor.
Looks like it's time to buy a camera to document life.
As Chen Bing's thoughts drifted to this point, he suddenly had an idea for the ninth item on his list of goals, which was yet to be determined.
Why not...
9. Use a camera to record every little step of your growth.
...
This explains why Chen Bing brought a camera to her violin lesson.
"Because I thought about it, and I thought, wouldn't it be a shame if a beautiful girl like you, teacher, couldn't take more photos while she's at her youngest and most beautiful?"
Caught by her violin teacher taking pictures everywhere during practice time, Chen Bing blurted out this nonsense in a moment of panic.
Hearing this, Su Miaomiao released her grip on Chen Bing's ear and instead began to ruffle his fluffy, round head.
"So that's what you were thinking. You're such a good boy. It's no wonder I love you so much." As Su Miaomiao said this, her hands unconsciously reached up to Chen Bing's cheeks and began to rub his tender little face.
"Alright, let me show the camera to the teacher and see how well you took the picture. I want to know if you captured the teacher's youth and beauty."
"Uh...is it possible, teacher? That I haven't even started filming yet?" Chen Bing rubbed her cheek that had been pinched, and said this guiltily as she backed away.
"Oh? Then why did you say that just now? Were you trying to coax the teacher?" Su Miaomiao squinted, her smile forced.
People with squinty eyes are all monsters.
In order to avoid being punished by the strange aunt, Chen Bing had no choice but to lie through her teeth.
"Because you are so beautiful, teacher, I didn't know when to take a picture."
It has to be said that children do have certain privileges. If an ordinary person had said this, they would probably have only received a greasy review, instead of making Su Miaomiao quite happy like this.
She wasn't stupid; she knew perfectly well what Chen Bing had photographed with the camera, but she couldn't resist the sweet words spoken by this innocent little girl.
"You glib, rascal, go get your violin. I want to hear if you've improved lately," Su Miaomiao said with a smile, gently patting Chen Bing's head.
Knowing that the matter of wandering around with a camera during practice time was over, Chen Bing breathed a sigh of relief and promptly went to retrieve her violin from the practice room.
"Alright, let's begin." After seeing Chen Bing return, Su Miaomiao sat on a small stool and waved to him.
The soft yellow light from the rooftop shone on the violin, giving it a classical glow. Chen Bing straightened up, glanced at Su Miaomiao opposite her, then took a deep breath, placed the bow on the strings, and began playing Viotti's Concerto No. 23.
The first note, like a ray of dawn, broke the silence. Then, the melody surged like a tide, full of power and passion.
Tiny fingers danced across the strings, the bow leaping like a sprite, each note imbued with life. As the music progressed, the piece revealed complex techniques and shifting emotions.
The rapid scales and ornate embellishments showcase Chen Bing's superb skills honed over the years. Following the stirring passages comes a tender, lyrical melody, plaintive and captivating.
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