"Daddy, daddy! The grass is about to bloom!"
So close!
What should I do? I'm so excited!
The little boy looked excited and expectant, just like a husband accompanying his wife during childbirth. He was in high spirits but also anxious, shouting, "It's going to happen! It's going to happen! Doctor, come quick!!"
Huo Qin tended to the orchids every day, so of course he knew they were about to bloom.
Or rather, its flowering period was predicted one or two weeks in advance.
At the little dumpling's joyful calls, Huo Qin appeared at the window, looking down at the tiny lump on the ground. His cool voice was tinged with a hint of helplessness and amusement: "Okay, I know."
Dr. Huo advised, "Just wait for it to open slowly, don't worry too much."
Chaochao stood up respectfully and said, "Okay, I understand!"
Seeing the little dumpling about to run off again, Huo Qin's fingers, which were resting by the window, twitched slightly. He still gave her a word of advice:
"Don't talk to it too much."
The afternoon sun was strong, and he worried that if the little dumpling squatted for too long, it would get scorched on the outside and mushy on the inside.
The little dumpling, who was just about to chat with Lancao about the blooming flowers, let out a slightly disappointed "Ugh—" upon hearing this.
She's already decided what cartoon stories to tell it.
However, she immediately cheered up again.
It's okay, it's okay, we can talk about it after it blooms.
After saying a few words of encouragement to Xiaocao with deep affection, Chaochao finally ended her inspection and returned to the villa.
Then, she skillfully begged Aunt Ning to take out peach milk from the refrigerator, grabbed a bag of cookies, climbed onto the sofa, and happily started watching Peppa Pig.
When Jiang Chi returned to the Huo family home and found no suitcase at the door, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He glanced down at the envelope in his hand and rang the doorbell.
Aunt Ning opened the door.
"Young Master Chi, you're back."
Hearing the sound at the door from inside the living room, Chaochao immediately pressed the pause button, rushed to the door, and exclaimed in a delighted, childlike voice, "Brother, you're finally here!"
Jiang Chi changed his shoes. "Well, I have something urgent to take care of."
He looked around the hall but didn't see his uncle. He was probably having a meeting in the study upstairs.
Jiang Chi handed the letter to Chaochao with a smile, "Here, this is from Jingjing."
"Written for...me?!" Chaochao's eyes widened as she looked uncertainly at the envelope, then looked up at him.
Really? This is the first time someone has ever written to her...
Seeing Jiang Chi nod again, Chaochao cheered and took the letter, tearing open the envelope and taking out the letter in one swift motion, holding it up to her face with great flair—
Then her little face fell, and she looked at him pitifully:
"Brother, I can't read QAQ."
Jiang Chi: "..."
A minute later, Jiang Chi, his face stiff, shook the letter. In front of him, the little dumpling moved a small stool, propped her chin on her hand, and stared at him with bright eyes.
In an instant, Jiang Chi seemed to be transported back to his elementary school days, when he was wearing a red scarf and speaking under the national flag, but the pressure he felt then was not as great as it was now.
He glanced at the contents.
Seven-year-old children know very few words, let alone children who grow up in mountain villages. But the childish language, the crooked pencil writing, and the marks left by repeated erasures all highlight the writer's care.
He cleared his throat and parted his lips slightly:
“Dear Chaochao, this is Jingjing. My mom and I are doing well now. Grandma has come and is taking care of Mom… Mom is getting a divorce from Dad and is taking me to live in a new place…”
The little dumpling, tilting its head back and listening intently, had eyes that grew brighter and brighter. Resting its head on its hand, it smiled with crescent-shaped eyes, pure and beautiful.
“I’m so happy, and even happier to have met you… The cherry tomatoes you gave me were delicious…” Jiang Chi paused for a second with a complicated expression after reading this, and continued, “Thank you, Chaochao. Without you, I might have been sold by my father… Chaochao, would you like to be my friend?”
As soon as the words were spoken, the little dumpling on the bench eagerly raised its hand, its sweet, excited voice saying, "I do!"
She stood up and danced around the stool: "Chaochao wants to be friends with Sister Jingjing~"
Sister Jingjing still remembers her! She still wants to be friends with Chaochao!
At the end of the letter, Jingjing's mother's mobile phone number was also written.
Jiang Chi reviewed his impeccably enunciated speech, confidently folding the letter, proving his ability to easily achieve a Grade B in the Mandarin proficiency test.
Jiang Chi suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar, "..."
His face was expressionless.
Question Jiajia, understand Jiajia, become Jiajia.
The excited little dumpling had already taken the letter and started "reading" its contents to Aunt Ning and Little Grass.
She still didn't understand, but that didn't stop her from speaking. "Dear Chaochao, I like you very much... Oh dear."
At this point, the little dumpling buried herself in the sofa, embarrassed.
Jiang Chi: "..."
Not that bad.
About an hour later.
The doorbell rang.
"I'll drive! I'll drive!"
The little dumpling's voice was urgent and excited. Before she could even put down the letter she was holding, she flew to the door like a little bird.
In the living room, Jiang Chi took off his headphones and glanced over there.
Then I heard Chaochao's cheerful voice—
"Brother Jingcheng, Brother Yuci! I miss you so much!"
Jiang Chi paused as he was about to put on his headphones.
Ah, it's Chaochao's two friends.
Thinking this, Jiang Chi walked behind the little dumpling—
Then I saw two tall boys standing at the door.
One was sharp and cold, like a thorn in someone's side.
A cool and gentle person... doesn't seem like a good person either.
Jiang Chi: "..."
He was expressionless.
Is this Chaochao's 1.8-meter-tall friend?
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