Chapter 172 Sending Invitations
With the help of her mothers, Mao Mao carefully wrote her invitation, stroke by stroke.
After she finished writing the invitations, today's classes were also over.
Then, Mao Mao slung her small shoulder bag over her shoulder, put the invitation inside, and went out with her head held high.
Mao Mao is going to deliver invitations to her friends!
She doesn't have many friends, only a few, and she can deliver them all quickly. However, they're scattered in different parts of Haicheng, so just running errands takes a long time.
As a little child, she couldn't go out alone, so Mao Mao took her mother with her.
First, go to Zhang Jingshu's house to deliver a letter to her sister.
Zhang Jingshu has moved out of the Zhang family home and is now living with her younger brother in a large apartment outside, where they have hired a nanny to take care of their daily needs.
When Mao Mao rang the doorbell, the nanny saw a small child through the peephole and asked in surprise, "Who are you looking for?"
"Auntie, I'm looking for my sister."
Who is your sister?
"It's my older sister."
Xia Xiaoxiang reminded her from the side, "You should say your name."
Mao Mao: "Oh!"
She thought for a moment: "She's Sen Sen's older sister."
Xia Xiaoxiang: "..."
Xia Xiaoxiang had no choice but to say on her behalf, "We're looking for Miss Zhang."
Fortunately, Zhang Jingshu happened to be home today and came out of the house after hearing the commotion outside.
Upon seeing that the guest was Mao Mao, she was overjoyed: "Mao Mao, what brings you here to see me?"
Mao Mao took out an invitation from her small handbag and happily handed it to her.
Seeing the crooked, almost flying characters on the invitation—the time and place of the formal invitation were written by the second concubine, and Mao Mao was only responsible for writing the names, her own name and Zhang Jing Shu's name—Zhang Jing Shu was even more surprised.
"My goodness, Mao Mao, you can write now!" Zhang Jingshu praised, "You write so well."
Mao Mao pursed her lips, revealing sweet little dimples on her cheeks.
She was overjoyed by the compliments, and her toes, hidden in her little leather shoes, wiggled happily.
"Sister, come to my birthday party!" Mao Mao said happily. "There's a really big cake!"
Zhang Jingshu readily agreed: "Of course, I will definitely go, and I'll bring Sen Sen with me. We'll also prepare a birthday present for you."
As for what the surprise is?
I can't say right now.
Mao Mao was incredibly excited. When she left holding her mother's hand, she skipped and hopped with every step, as if she were dancing.
The second invitation was for Uncle Nie, who lives alone.
This was Mao Mao's second visit to the Nie residence, and she knew the place well.
Xia Xiaoxiang lifted her off the rickshaw and watched her run forward with her short legs. Then she looked at the muscular men guarding the entrance of the Nie residence and her legs felt as weak as noodles.
The guard at the gate still remembers Mao Mao.
As soon as they saw her arrive, the guards couldn't help but look at her.
"Uncle," Mao Mao asked obediently, "Is Uncle home?"
"Yes...yes." The guard quickly said, "Miss Lou, please go inside and wait. I'll go and inform Master Nie right away."
The Nie residence seemed to come alive in spring, not as cold and desolate as when I last visited. Mao Mao held her mother's hand and walked inside with the servants, her little head turning around curiously.
It's been a long time since I've been here. It seems like everything has changed and is new to me.
She hadn't been waiting in the main room for long when Nie Zhengyun hurried over.
He held a handkerchief and slowly wiped his hands. He had arrived with a cold demeanor, but when he saw the little girl sitting on a high chair swinging her legs, his icy eyes immediately curved into a gentle smile.
"Miss Mao Mao," Nie Zhengyun said with a hint of surprise, "Why did you come to see me today? Did you want to go fishing with me?"
Mao Mao shook her head and took out an invitation from her small satchel: "Uncle, here you go."
"What's this?"
Before she even took it, Nie Zhengyun's smile grew even gentler.
"What gift did you bring me this time?" Nie Zhengyun asked as he unfolded the invitation. Soon, he saw the crooked characters on it.
Although it was his first time writing, and his handwriting was crooked and haphazard, with each stroke flying in unexpected directions, each with its own ideas—like wings about to take flight—he could still recognize it at a glance as his own name.
"Oh..." Nie Zhengyun lowered his voice, staring intently at his own name: "Did you write this?"
It goes without saying that the answer is yes.
In the bottom right corner of the invitation were two large, crooked characters. These were Mao Mao's name.
Mao Mao nodded her little head vigorously: "Mao Mao wrote for a long time!"
"You write so well," Nie Zhengyun praised. "I never expected you would learn to write my name, Miss Mao Mao. I am truly honored."
This was truly the ugliest, yet also the cutest, way he had ever written his name.
“I will keep it safe, or frame it on the wall,” Nie Zhengyun said gently. “That way, I can see it every day.”
Mao Mao pursed her lips, feeling embarrassed by the praise, and a happy dimple appeared on her round little face.
"Then, Uncle, will you come to my birthday party?" Mao Mao looked at him expectantly: "Auntie said there will be a very big cake."
Nie Zhengyun was taken aback: "A birthday party?"
He looked at the invitation again and noticed the last line of beautiful text.
The time and place were written down, along with the reason for the invitation: Mao Mao was about to host a birthday party.
Nie Zhengyun's smile deepened.
He had already found out that the Lou family was going to hold a banquet.
Unfortunately, he didn't seem to be on the banquet guest list. Before this, he had been considering whether to ask someone to act as a go-between.
But now, the opportunity has appeared in his hands in another unexpected way.
“Of course.” Nie Zhengyun readily agreed: “I will be there on time and have prepared your birthday present.”
"Hehe~" Mao Mao invited another friend and happily waved goodbye to him: "Uncle, I'll be waiting for you at home."
When she left the Nie residence, her steps were incredibly light.
Only after the rickshaw had driven far away and the smiling Green Gang boss seeing her off was no longer in sight did Xia Xiaoxiang finally breathe a sigh of relief, relax, and lean against the back of the rickshaw, feeling a cold sweat break out all over her body.
Goodness, when she went in just now, did she smell a bit of blood on that Green Gang boss?
I can't imagine what Mr. Nie was doing before Mao Mao came to visit.
Just thinking about it is terrifying.
Mao Mao rummaged through her backpack, touching the last invitation card: "Mom, should I invite Little Fatty?"
Little Fatty was their former neighbor.
Xia Xiaoxiang hadn't recovered from the shock when she immediately raised her eyebrows: "Why would you invite him? He once stole your candy!"
"I've known Little Fatty the longest."
"Don't invite him. His mother used to speak ill of me."
"oh."
That means Mao Mao only has one friend left.
The rickshaw stopped at the entrance of Haicheng Middle School.
After a morning of studying and an afternoon of running around, the sun is setting, and it's time for school to end at dusk.
The school gate was wide open, and students in black school uniforms walked out one after another.
Lou Yansui was talking to a friend when suddenly a boy nudged him: "A-Sui, isn't that your sister?"
Lou Yansui immediately turned her head, and a big smile immediately appeared on her face.
"Maomao!"
He strode quickly toward the little dumpling standing at the school gate and said with delight, "Mao Mao, you've come to pick me up again today?"
However, it's a bit strange that it was the Fifth Madam who came to pick her up.
Mao Mao nodded, then shook her head: "Brother, where is Uncle Chen?"
"Teacher Shen?"
Lou Yansui scratched her head in confusion, then turned to look back in the direction of the teaching building: "There's no math class this afternoon, and I don't know him... Teacher Shen!"
Just as he was speaking, he spotted Shen Zhaolin's figure with his sharp eyes.
Among a group of middle school students in black school uniforms, the gentle figure in a brown suit stood out.
Hearing someone call his name, Shen Zhaolin looked around and soon spotted the familiar, round little figure.
He paused for a moment, then quickly walked over, briefcase in hand.
"Mao Mao?" Shen Zhaolin gently bent down slightly, looking at the little girl in front of him: "Are you here to pick up your brother from school again?"
"Uncle Chen, I've come to find you."
Shen Zhaolin: "Looking for me?"
Mao Mao rummaged through her small handbag, pulled out the last invitation, and stood on tiptoe to hand it to him: "Uncle, are you coming to my birthday party?"
A birthday party?
Shen Zhaolin adjusted his glasses, thinking he had misheard, but when he unfolded the invitation, he found that it was indeed an invitation to a birthday party.
The signature was still the name of the little girl in front of me.
That's really strange.
He had received many invitations for various purposes, but none of them were handed to him by a short girl who was not even as tall as his waist.
only……
This was really bad timing; he had other work to do that day. Besides, Lou Wenshan certainly wouldn't want to see him.
Shen Zhaolin regretfully looked away from the invitation, about to refuse, when he looked down and met the little girl's bright eyes.
Mao Mao tilted her little face up, her round, bright black eyes looking at him expectantly. It was as if an imaginary tail was wagging back and forth.
Come on! Come on!
Come join Mao Mao's birthday party!
Before Shen Zhaolin could react, his mouth spoke faster than his brain: "Of course, no problem."
Mao Mao cheered, "That's great!"
"..."
Shen Zhaolin came to his senses: "…………"
Strange, why is he so unsteady again?
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