Chapter 385 Sending New Year's Gifts 4
Mao Mao was once again led her brother inside.
This wasn't her first time visiting the Shen family, and she knew her way around as well.
As the New Year approached, the Shen family members returned home, making the house very lively. Suddenly, a little guest arrived, attracting the attention of many people.
Although this little guest is short and has short arms and legs, she is fair-skinned and pretty, with round, dark eyes, and looks as cute as a cotton ball.
Those who had never seen Mao Mao before turned around and asked, "Whose child is this?"
Sister-in-law Shen said with a smile, "This is Mao Mao, Zhao Lin's friend."
"Zhaolin's friend, is he that young?"
Sister-in-law Shen: "It's not just about being friends."
"What is that?"
what else?
Sister-in-law Shen kept quiet and refused to reveal any further details.
Those who hadn't seen it were puzzled, but those who had were incredibly enthusiastic.
"Mao Mao is here."
"Mao Mao hasn't been here for a long time."
"It's been a while since I last saw you, and you've even grown a bit taller."
Mao Mao followed her uncle inside, greeting everyone along the way: "Hello Auntie, hello Uncle, hello Sister, hello Brother, hello Grandma, hello Grandpa..."
After saying hello, she stood there panting.
All the pockets of the clothes were completely filled.
Holding the gift box in his hands, Shen Zhaolin's face was beaming with joy as he said to everyone, "Guess what Mao Mao came here for? She actually came to give me Spring Festival couplets, which she wrote herself!"
"oh?"
Shen Zhuoying and the others curiously gathered around.
Such a young child can't even hold a pen steadily, let alone write neatly.
Seeing the crooked, large characters on it, everyone was already mentally prepared, but they still didn't hold back their praise: "It's really good."
"Mao Mao is so thoughtful; she wrote Spring Festival couplets and even brought them all the way here."
"When Zhuoying was that young, he would only scribble on his third uncle's books."
Shen Zhuoying blushed and stammered, "I...I was just imitating my third uncle's handwriting!"
As more and more people gathered around, and even children tried to touch the couplets, Shen Zhaolin quickly and carefully put them away. When he looked back, he saw the little girl beaming with pride and radiance, her big eyes sparkling, thanks to all the praise she received.
He couldn't help but smile.
"Mao Mao, thank you for coming all the way to deliver these Spring Festival couplets to me." Shen Zhaolin pushed through the crowd and took the little girl's hand: "There are too many people here, come sit with me."
The two people, one big and one small, walked hand in hand, and Lou Yansui and Shen Zhuoying quickly followed.
Even after the person had walked away, some people were still marveling at the tall and short figures from behind.
"How can Zhaolin be friends with such a young child?"
"Whose child is that?"
"Judging from Zhao Lin's attitude, he treats her even better than her own children."
Sister-in-law Shen smiled without saying a word.
How could this not be good?
That's practically like treating a beloved daughter, but unfortunately the other side hasn't given in yet.
As soon as Mao Mao entered Shen Zhaolin's courtyard, her eyes lit up.
She pointed excitedly to something new in front of her: "A swing!"
Shen Zhaolin nodded: "Yes, I saw it at your house last time, so I had someone make one for you to play with when you come over."
Mao Mao was overjoyed.
She let go of her uncle's hand, ran over, and curiously looked around the brand-new swing, gently rocking back and forth while holding onto the swing seat.
Shen Zhaolin smiled at her: "Mao Mao, do you want to play?"
Mao Mao nodded vigorously and proactively stretched out her little hand.
At home, her family members always hold her.
Shen Zhaolin readily bent down.
He carefully placed the heavy little bundle of milk on the swing, straightened up, and was about to go around to the back to help Mao Mao push the swing when someone tugged at his clothes.
He looked down and met a pair of questioning eyes.
"Uncle, aren't you going to swing with Mao Mao?"
At home, Mao Mao always swings on the swing with her family.
At first it was with the cat, but later there were more people, and it was rare to be alone.
Shen Zhaolin was taken aback, then his smile widened: "Of course, of course, let's go for a spin together."
He picked her up again, sat down, and let Mao Mao sit in his lap.
Although the little girl felt heavy when he picked her up, she was as soft as a cloud when he actually held her. He casually placed his hand on Mao Mao's little belly, and the feel of it was wonderful. His heart softened instantly.
When I came to my senses, the corners of my mouth had unconsciously turned up to the highest point of my smile.
Is this what it feels like to have a daughter?
The general is truly blessed.
"So, Mao Mao, shall I start swinging?"
"Um!"
The swing began to sway gently.
Lighthearted laughter echoed through the courtyard as the swing swayed.
Lou Yansui entered Shen Zhaolin's study.
Although both of them wanted to be Mao Mao's godfather, he trusted Teacher Shen more than the ill-intentioned Mr. Nie, and he trusted Teacher Shen's character.
Shen Zhuoying followed closely behind him.
Seeing that Lou Yansui had found a physics book to read, he glanced at the title and realized it was a field he had absolutely no idea about.
"Are you really going to take the college entrance exam early?" Shen Zhuoying asked.
"Um."
Lou Yansui turned a page without looking up: "The high school content is too easy. I've already mastered it all. It would be a waste of time to study any further. Teacher Shen gave me a test paper from Haicheng University, which wasn't difficult either. I've already caught up with their pace in the part I studied on my own."
Shen Zhuoying: "..."
He muttered, "You...you're pretty smart, going to college, um...college..."
Shen Zhuoying added, "Next time, I'll get first place again, and I'll be the first in the entire Haicheng!"
Lou Yansui thought for a moment: "Not necessarily."
Shen Zhuoying: "You look down on me?!"
Lou Yansui shook her head: "There is a classmate in our class named He Mingshu. Although he is not very smart, he can at least get all the questions right."
Shen Zhuoying: "…………"
He had done the math exam his third uncle had given for the end of the semester. The questions were simply inhuman. He also knew that very few students at Haicheng Middle School had even passed the math exam this time!
He also knew that He Mingshu was one of his third uncle's prized students, one of only two people who could get a perfect score in math.
Shen Zhuoying was so frustrated that she couldn't say a word. She thought angrily to herself: He said that He Mingshu was not smart. Does He Mingshu know that?
Another day he'll go to Haicheng Middle School to befriend He Mingshu, and then... talk bad about Lou Yansui!
He's definitely not the only one who hates this guy!
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