Sun Lifang was dragged out of bed by her daughter early in the morning.
Zhou Xinya had already changed her clothes; a TV station was coming to film an interview with their dance class today.
"Mom, should I wear this one or that one?"
While Sun Lifang was brushing her teeth, Zhou Xinya picked up a skirt and held it up to herself.
She was wearing a navy blue sailor dress and holding a cotton teddy bear and a blue plaid skirt.
For some reason, Zhou Xinya really liked the color blue.
Sun Lifang took a closer look and offered her advice, "Navy blue would be better. The teddy bear cotton dress is too long and not suitable for that occasion."
The one with the little bear is too ladylike; it's elegant, bright, and lively.
"Huh?" Zhou Xinya drawled, "It's not suitable to wear it now, so when can I wear it?"
Both looked good. Knowing her daughter was having an indecisive moment, Sun Lifang replied casually, "Wear them next time you go out."
"When is the next time?" Zhou Xinya's round eyes lit up, and she ran to Sun Lifang's side. "Are Mom and Dad going out to play together?"
It seems every topic involves her father. Sun Lifang gave a perfunctory "uh-huh" and told her to sit down and comb her hair.
First, part the top layer, tie two small braids, and then fasten them with butterfly clips, the kind with golden spring butterflies that sway back and forth.
Zhou Xinya insisted on wearing her hair down, saying, "That way I'll look more like a fairy."
Okay, as long as you're not hot.
Sun Lifang didn't argue with her daughter, waiting for her to "reap her own bitter fruit."
Of course, choosing a blue sailor uniform was the right choice.
Zhou Xinya bounced around like a cannonball, and as soon as she entered the dance school, she happily ran away and disappeared.
It is commonly known as "getting gone without a trace".
Sun Lifang couldn't understand how she and Zhou Yunshi, both quiet by nature, could have given birth to such a mischievous child.
The TV crew came to film some scenes, and the children, dressed neatly, huddled together for a group photo. Zhou Xinya had the happiest smile.
Although she didn't know what she had learned, Sun Lifang felt that the money was well spent.
After taking photos, Zhou Xinya played with her friends for a while. Today she only had a half-day class and didn't teach dance.
"Mom, can I go to KFC?" Zhou Xinya ran over, her face flushed from the sun. There was another little girl waiting for her not far away.
Sun Lifang could see clearly that the two had come hand in hand, and now her daughter had run over just to go to KFC with her best friend. "Guo Zhimeng's mom is treating, can I go?"
After saying that, Zhou Xinya kept looking back at her friend hiding behind the big tree, afraid that her mother would refuse, and added, "Her mother gave her fifty yuan, so we don't need to spend any money."
Zhou Xinya knew that making money was not easy, and this was an invitation from a friend, but she felt something was wrong as soon as she said it.
Sure enough, Mom stopped smiling.
"Yaya, isn't other people's money money too?" Sun Lifang knew that's not what her daughter meant, but she still wanted to say it anyway.
"Mom isn't forbidding you from eating, but you have to put in the effort; you can't just eat for free."
Sun Lifang wanted to instill a correct view of money in her daughter, because the families who could afford to send their children to Teacher Xiong's school were not short of money.
When her daughter gets used to her classmates spending money lavishly, she will definitely feel envious when she looks at herself.
Envy is often accompanied by comparison.
Comparisons can lead to feelings of inferiority.
Zhou Xinya would never ask her mother for money, but due to her inferiority complex, she absolutely couldn't be as carefree and enjoy her meal as she was now. She knew her own daughter best.
Thinking of this, Sun Lifang took out a fifty-yuan note from her wallet and gave it to her, saying, "This is your allowance for two months. You can use it as you see fit."
Zhou Xinya was utterly shocked to suddenly find a bill in her hand. "Is it really for me?"
She's never received such a large sum of money before.
Sun Lifang nodded, "But you have to keep track of my expenses and write down where the money was spent."
"Once it's gone, it's gone. You have to learn to manage it yourself."
Thinking of this, Sun Lifang still needed to find time to discuss it with her husband.
Zhou Yunshi spoils his children by simply throwing money at them.
Although he hasn't started giving her money yet, the couple needs to be on the same page and cultivate Zhou Xinya's money values.
Managing wealth involves self-discipline and the ability to control money.
Only in this way will she know what to spend money on and what not to spend it on.
Sun Lifang waved to the little girl in the distance. The girl was a little shy, so Zhou Xinya went over and brought her over.
"Mom, this is Guo Zhimeng."
When she arrived, the little girl spoke in a soft, sweet voice, "Hello, Auntie."
Sun Lifang smiled and was greeting the little girl.
Suddenly, the phone rang, and Yoshiko Takeuchi's voice came through the receiver, "She's here."
she?
Upon hearing this, Sun Lifang was somewhat excited; she hadn't expected Lin Zhenzhen to act so quickly.
They actually dared to go directly to the company.
"Okay, then wait for me."
After hanging up the phone, I saw Zhou Xinya's worried expression.
Children are very sensitive; they can judge their parents' emotions by observing adults' facial expressions.
She didn't know if she would still be able to eat KFC.
My mother had something to do, so my plans were canceled.
Children are so passive; they always have to follow the adults' lead and go along with their schedules.
Where is your mother?
Sun Lifang asked Guo Zhimeng, "I have something to tell your mother."
Zhou Xinya's eyes were filled with longing; if she didn't agree, she would become a sinner.
........
After finishing a lecture on women's emotions, Yoshiko Takeuchi was blocked at the door.
As the crowd filed out, she saw that woman again.
He stood against the flow of people in the crowd, looking at her defiantly.
After the crowd dispersed, Yoshiko Takeuchi asked her assistant to close the door. This time, she remembered the woman's name.
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