Chapter 80 is my beautiful poem
Upon hearing this, Xie Zhizhi offered him a way out, saying, "Oh, he must have gotten sand in his eye."
Wen Changyu immediately slid down the steps, "Yes, yes, sand got in, sand got in..."
After saying that, Wen Changyu met Xie Zhizhi's gaze and glanced at the closed car windows, then chuckled awkwardly.
After that, both of them fell silent.
All the way to the entrance of the department store where Xie Zhizhi was setting up her stall.
Xie Zhizhi went to the newsstand as if she knew the way well and got her own little stool and small shelf.
Wen Changyu followed Xie Zhizhi, thanking the newsstand staff profusely, his face filled with the humility of an old father.
The newsstand staff were left bewildered.
Xie Zhizhi quickly tugged at his sleeve, signaling him to leave. After the two left the newsstand, Xie Zhizhi said to him, "I paid for it."
"It's three yuan a month, considered as her extra income. You don't need to thank her specially."
Wen Changyu looked at Xie Zhizhi and after a long while responded with a "good". He watched his daughter skillfully open the bag, lay out the goods one by one, and then call out. He felt a pang of sadness: how much suffering had his daughter endured while she was away from home?
Xie Zhizhi called out as she sold her wares, and Wen Changyu sat down on a small stool beside her to wait for her.
Wen Changyu truly lives up to his high position.
We should show concern where it's needed, and avoid adding unnecessary trouble.
Xie Zhizhi asked him to sit down next to her, and he sat quietly there without moving an inch all morning.
Unlike someone who doesn't understand what you're saying, they don't come up to you and ask if you want water or if you're hungry.
Or he would try his best to give up the small stool for Xie Zhizhi to sit on, but he didn't.
He just sat quietly, and when there were many people around, he kept an eye on them to make sure no one stole Xie Zhizhi's things.
When there weren't many people left, he looked at the department store and said to Xie Zhizhi, "Zhizhi, I'm going to go inside and take a look."
Xie Zhizhi assumed he was just bored and didn't care, saying, "Okay, go ahead!"
When Wen Changyu came out again, his hands were full of things: oranges, bananas, apples, peach shortbread, White Rabbit milk candy, sponge cake...
Xie Zhizhi suspected that if he hadn't already hung up all ten of his fingers, he probably would have bought more.
Wen Changyu knew he had exaggerated, so he explained embarrassedly, "The things looked really nice, so I bought some, but I didn't expect to buy too much."
Xie Zhizhi was also honest, saying, "That is indeed a bit much."
Wen Changyu "..."
He quietly sat down on the stool again, and only after Xie Zhizhi started packing her things did he look at the deserted street and walk over, asking, "Aren't you selling anymore?"
Xie Zhizhi nodded. "Yes, it's noon. Let's go back!"
He then helped pack things up.
Then I helped deliver the small shelf and stool to the newsstand, and then went to the bus stop with Xie Zhizhi to take the bus.
On the way, Xie Zhizhi ate a banana and an orange, and when she got off the bus, she ate a milk candy, which did help to relieve her fatigue.
When they got back, Zhou Lin was already in the kitchen. Wen Changyu quickly squeezed into the kitchen and said, "I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll cook the ribs."
"I specially picked out the best ribs this morning because people say these ribs are the best for making sweet and sour ribs."
Wen Jinzhou peeled an orange and asked Xie Zhizhi, "Did the old man cause any trouble this morning?"
Xie Zhizhi shook her head. "He's quite obedient," she said, though it didn't sound quite right, but that was the truth.
Wen Jinzhou stopped talking and just kept stuffing candy into his pocket.
"Eat it when you have nothing to do in the afternoon," he explained.
It was the candy that Wen Jinzhou had packed; it accidentally fell out of his pocket while he was eating.
And as soon as one fell out, two more rolled out.
Wen Changyu "..."
Wen Jinzhou naturally bent down to pick up the candy, stuffed it back into his pocket, and said to Wen Changyu, "Let's eat. There are so many ribs, why aren't you eating?"
"Zhizhi can't finish it all!"
Xie Zhizhi nodded in agreement, "Yes, that's too much."
Wen Changyu cooked a pot of food, but Xie Zhizhi couldn't finish it no matter how much she wanted to.
Wen Changyu silently withdrew his gaze and smiled at Xie Zhizhi, "Zhizhi, eat more."
Xie Zhizhi didn't stand on ceremony, "I'm eating, I'm eating!"
After the meal, Zhou Lin took the initiative to clean up. Wen Changyu finally had a chance to look at Xie Zhizhi's workbench. He asked Xie Zhizhi, "What are you going to do this afternoon? Dad will help you!"
Wen Jinzhou immediately said, "You can help with sewing hair flowers!"
"Zhou Lin and I helped with this."
Then, under Wen Jinzhou's guidance, Wen Changyu learned how to sew hair ornaments.
Xie Zhizhi went to take a lunch break, but he didn't either; he just sat there, engrossed in his work.
By the time Xie Zhizhi woke up from her afternoon nap, he had already sewed more than a dozen hair ornaments.
Seeing Xie Zhizhi get up, he stopped what he was doing. "You're up? Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"
"I can't sleep at night if I sleep too much," Xie Zhizhi replied, rubbing her eyes, and then went to the kitchen to pour water.
He also poured a glass for Wen Changyu.
Seeing Xie Zhizhi bring him water, Wen Changyu quickly put down his needlework and took the water cup with both hands, saying, "Dad isn't thirsty, he isn't thirsty."
He then asked Xie Zhizhi with a showy air, "Zhizhi, look, did Dad do this right?"
Xie Zhizhi casually picked up a few hair accessories and examined them. Then her eyes lit up. The stitches on these hair accessories were much denser than those sewn by the others.
“The stitches are very tight,” Xie Zhizhi said truthfully.
Wen Changyu was slightly embarrassed by the praise. "I was afraid that I wouldn't sew well. When your mother was young, she always said that I couldn't do these kinds of delicate things, but she always had to show off."
Xie Zhizhi: "??"
Is this not good?
Wen Changyu not only sewed tightly, but also quickly. In one afternoon, he sewed nearly three hundred hair ornaments, filling almost half a bag.
Xie Zhizhi looked at the small half-bag of hair accessories and was genuinely happy. "This is enough for me to sell for several days."
Wen Changyu seized the opportunity to offer advice: "Zhizhi, I see that the things you make are selling quite well. Now that you have the freedom to run your own business, you can open a shop to sell them, or put your products in a department store to sell."
"Once business picks up, we can hire people to do these jobs, providing employment opportunities for others so you won't have to work so hard yourself."
"You can use your time to make more beautiful samples."
Xie Zhizhi nodded, "What you've mentioned is all for my future development; I don't have that much capital right now!"
Wen Changyu immediately said, "Dad has it. Dad can provide you with the principal, or if you have any other needs, you can tell Dad."
Xie Zhizhi neither agreed nor disagreed, but simply said, "Well, I'll let you know if I ever need anything in the future."
The next day arrived in the blink of an eye, and at nine o'clock in the morning, the guard delivered the appraisal report to Wen Changyu.
Opening the appraisal report and looking at the results, Wen Changyu's eyes reddened again.
“Jinci, it’s my Jinci,” he murmured, looking up at Xie Zhizhi beside him, before finally embracing her tightly and choking up again.
At 10 a.m., Xie Zhizhi, Zhou Lin, and Wen Jinzhou got into Wen Changyu's car, and the whole car headed to Beijing.
Despite being far away in Beijing, Xu Shanshan couldn't resist Wen Qianqian's persistent nagging and called Wen Jinzhou, only to be told that he wasn't there.
"Not here? Where did he go?"
"Battalion Commander Wen has returned to Beijing."
Upon hearing this, Xu Shanshan didn't ask any more questions and hung up the phone.
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