Chapter 295 Mao Mao Wants to Go to Kindergarten
Mao Mao ate fish at her uncle's house, and then they went to see a movie together.
The movie theater has air conditioning, so it's cooler than the theater.
On the way, they passed through a shopping street and then passed by a familiar wonton stall.
After a summer vacation, He's mother had recovered her health and was able to continue selling wontons at her stall. So, she started running her small business again.
Seeing Mother He busy at the wonton stall, Mao Mao's eyes lit up. She immediately called for her uncle to stop the car and ran to find her.
"Auntie!"
Hearing the voice, Mother He turned around and saw that it was her. Her face immediately lit up with a happy smile: "Mao Mao, it's you!"
It's been a long time since I last saw her, and Mother He looks even better than last time.
Without the torment of illness, her complexion improved significantly, becoming rosy and healthy. Although still thin, she was full of energy, and her cheeks had gained some weight compared to when she was first seen. After the surgery, she went to the hospital for a follow-up examination, and Lou Heming said she was recovering very well.
Mao Mao stared at her intently for a while, and soon sweet dimples appeared on her cheeks: "Auntie, are you alright?"
"I'm fine now. Thanks to you and Dr. Lou, I'm completely alright."
As she spoke, Mother He lifted the cotton cloth beside her, grabbed a handful of pastries from underneath, and handed them over with a smile: "Here, have some snacks."
The weather was hot, and business at the wonton stall wasn't good. On such a sweltering day, and with the stall outdoors, nobody wanted to eat hot soup under the sun. So, Mrs. He made various pastries at home and sold them at the stall.
Mao Mao obediently thanked her and took a piece.
The rice cake still tasted familiar and delicious. Mao Mao ate it until her cheeks were chubby, and she didn't forget to remind her, "Auntie, you've been sick, so you need to rest well and not overwork yourself."
Mother He's smile deepened: "I will, and Xiao Shu helps me too. He made these pastries with me. Aren't they delicious?"
"Mmm!"
“Xiao Shu helps me make snacks every day before school,” Mother He said proudly. “My Xiao Shu is not only good at studying, but he also makes very good snacks. His skills are almost better than mine. However, he is a student, and studying is the most important thing. I don’t dare to let him help too much, so as not to delay his studies.”
While eating her pastries, Mao Mao listened attentively with her big, round eyes wide open.
My older brother also goes to school.
Fourth Brother and Little Book Brother are classmates.
It was hot, so they didn't keep anyone to eat wontons. Before Mao Mao had even finished her snack, Mother He packed her a whole bag full.
When I got to the movie theater entrance, I ran into an acquaintance.
Zhang Jingshu led her younger brother to buy tickets at the entrance.
Zhang Jingsen was still wearing his elementary school uniform, and he was crying so hard that he could hardly breathe, his chubby face covered in tears.
"Waaaaahh ...
"Sen Sen, if you cry again, I'll send you back to school."
Zhang Jingsen burped, tried to hold it in, but couldn't, and became even more heartbroken, sobbing as he said, "I don't want to, I don't want to go to school..."
Zhang Jingshu was in a real bind.
She took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her younger brother's face. When she looked up, she saw Mao Mao standing not far away, eating snacks while watching the commotion with his bright black eyes.
Zhang Jingshu's eyes lit up: "Mao Mao?!"
Although Mao Mao had an older brother and a gang leader beside her, she couldn't care less about that at the moment. She immediately lowered her head and said to her younger brother, "Sen Sen, look, Mao Mao is here. Don't cry."
"Little Sister Mao Mao?"
Zhang Jingsen wiped away his tears, looked up in surprise, and said happily, "Little Mao Mao, you're here to watch a movie too?"
"Brother Sen Sen," Mao Mao greeted obediently, "Didn't you go to school?"
Mao Mao had heard him mention it several times on the phone.
He's going to start elementary school, and he won't be able to answer the phone during the day anymore. Zhang Jingsen said this with immense pride.
It would have been better if this matter hadn't been brought up, because as soon as it was, Zhang Jingsen's tears were about to well up again.
"Little Mao Mao, primary school is no fun at all." He sobbed, "There's so much homework, I can't finish it all, I can't understand the lessons, I can't play with toys, and my classmates steal my snacks, boohoo..."
Zhang Jingshu quickly comforted him: "I taught you a lesson and even took you out to play, didn't I? No one will steal your snacks anymore."
Zhang Jingsen wiped his eyes, finally managing to hold back.
Before the movie started, the group entered the cinema and went to enjoy the air conditioning.
With his beloved younger sister around, Zhang Jingsen no longer cared about the sadness of going to school and happily went to play with her.
Although he didn't know why, the black man next to him made him feel a chill down his spine when he looked at him, but it was probably a problem with the air conditioner, so Zhang Jingsen bravely endured it and sat down next to Mao Mao.
He said to Mao Mao, "Little Mao Mao, don't grow up. Growing up means going to school, and school isn't fun at all."
Mao Mao blinked: "Oh."
Lou Hongjian reminded him, "Little Fatty, you still have to go to school tomorrow."
Zhang Jingsen: "..."
Sadness welled up again.
Zhang Jingshu frantically tried to comfort her younger brother, then glared at him angrily: "Lou Hongjian!"
“Our Mao Mao hasn’t started school yet. Don’t scare her by saying these things, or she won’t dare to go to school in the future.” Lou Hongjian patted his little sister’s head. “Besides, she is going to school anyway. Not only will she go tomorrow, but she will also have to go for more than ten years. Each year is more difficult than the last.”
Zhang Jingsen: "..."
Zhang Jingsen: "Waaaaah—"
Zhang Jingshu was both angry and speechless. She didn't even have time to argue with him and hurriedly went to comfort her younger brother. She led Zhang Jingsen to the counter and bought a large bucket of popcorn and some soda.
With the comfort of delicious food, Zhang Jingsen was able to suppress her sadness again.
Lou Hongjian smugly crossed his legs and noticed that Mao Mao was staring intently in the direction of the Zhang siblings. Following Mao Mao's gaze, he also saw the popcorn.
"Mao Mao, do you want some popcorn? I'll go buy it for you."
"..."
"Maomao?"
He called out again, and Mao Mao finally snapped out of her daze, raising her head in confusion: "What? Brother?"
Lou Hongjian looked at her with a surprised expression.
What happened?
Is his sister sick?
Can't even hear the delicious food descriptions anymore?
"I asked you if you wanted some popcorn and soda." Lou Hongjian: "Mao Mao, what were you thinking about just now?"
Mao Mao glanced at him longingly, then lowered her head, her chubby cheeks puffing out.
She hesitated, twisting her short fingers: "Brother, Mao Mao, Mao Mao wants to go to kindergarten."
Lou Hongjian: ?!
Even Nie Zhengyun, who was standing next to him, turned her head to look.
Lou Hongjian quickly reached out and touched his sister's forehead.
No fever, not hot.
That's genuine?!
Lou Hongjian gasped, "Mao Mao, why did you suddenly have such a crazy idea!"
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