The three characters for "small treasury" were written in a wild and unruly manner, exuding a sense of malice; while the two characters for "No. 1" were written neatly and formally, revealing a sense of seriousness.
Chang Le reached out and gently placed his fingertips on the gold-inlaid characters.
The first three characters were written by her when she was a child, and the last two characters were written by Fu Guang.
This is one of the little savings that Fu Guang set aside for her.
"Hey, see this? Little Treasury! From now on, put everything you earn, everything I give you, everything others give you, anything you consider precious, into this treasury."
"You're a girl, you need to learn to save money and have your own little savings, you know?"
"When my darling becomes a little rich girl, I'll wait for you to support me with gold."
Suddenly, Shen Fuguang bent over and leaned close to him, feigning pitifulness. Chang Le couldn't help but laugh: "Money-grubber!"
At that time, it had been about a year since Shen Fuguang brought her back. She was still cold and fierce, and very possessive of her food.
It was a holiday, and for the first time, she thought of buying a gift for Shen Fuguang.
I finally got my paycheck—let's call it pay for now—but then I was reported for violating the rules during training, and half of my paycheck was confiscated!
She was furious.
It was only then that she suddenly realized that she was really being stingy with money, physically. As long as she could eat and stay warm, she didn't care about anything else. When she wanted something, she would turn around and think, "Where's my money?"
And so, she was seen by Shen Fuguang while she was feeling down. After Shen Fuguang found out what was going on, he brought her here the next day.
As soon as she pushed open the door, she found the gold butterfly ornament she had forgotten, the salary card she had accidentally lost, and even the training clothes she had washed and hung out to dry after training, all neatly mended and placed there.
It is a smooth, glossy finish.
Shen Fuguang never entrusted her things to anyone else.
It was also because of her that Shen Fuguang learned to sew clothes, make dolls and various handicrafts, make desserts and so on.
Chang Le simply stood outside the door, roughly recalling those past events, which were filled with dazzling and warm starlight.
Chang Le let out a soft breath, pressed her forehead against the cold door, and whispered:
"I'm back."
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