When everyone returned, Zhou Xinya was already very sleepy.
But she couldn't sleep, probably because it was getting cold, and she couldn't help coughing in the middle of the night.
It's okay during the day, but at night my throat gets itchy, I want to cough but can't, it feels like ants are crawling on it, and my throat feels hot.
Jiang Meimei said she would give her a "roasted orange" to eat.
Jiang Meimei, having somehow come up with a folk remedy, decided to invite Zhou Xinya to her home for the New Year and roast sugarcane and oranges for her.
Everything can be baked, which sounds quite interesting. Zhou Xinya couldn't resist the urge and ran to tell her mother, "Aunt Meimei is going to pick me up and take me to her house. I'll be back tonight."
Jiang Meimei was dressed very warmly, wrapped up from head to toe like a ball. Without even taking off her gloves, she cupped Zhou Xinya's face in her hands. "Why come back? Don't you know your cough is contagious? Come stay at your godmother's house for two days. After your mother is discharged from the hospital, your godmother will send you back."
They were all trustworthy people, but Zhou Xinya still hesitated when she heard she would be staying for two days.
Although godmother Meimei is very kind, she still gets bored sometimes.
I don't feel comfortable staying at someone else's house; everything is new and it feels awkward.
Thinking about it, Zhou Xinya was unwilling to leave with Jiang Meimei.
Sitting on the other side of the bed, I lifted the blanket and buried my head inside, remaining motionless, leaving only my body outside.
This means she doesn't want to leave. The little girl has never lived away from home before and is afraid of leaving home.
Helpless, Jiang Meimei teased her a few more times, left a red envelope and some clothes, and then left.
The Year of the Rabbit is just around the corner, and Jiang Meimei knitted a black wool vest with a fluffy white rabbit in the middle and a row of red playing card squares below. The vest is simple, elegant, and festive in black, white, and red.
“These would sell for at least fifty or sixty yuan in the market.” Sun Lifang suddenly remembered that Jiang Meimei used to sell handicrafts at home.
When Jiang Meimei was angry and planning to get a divorce, she once told Sun Lifang, "I can support myself. I can knit a few sweaters a month, right?"
Following the patterns provided, I made the products and consigned them to the boss. I could earn at least five or six hundred a month, enough to support myself.
That's why she had the confidence to file for divorce back then.
But how many sweaters can you sell in a year? Do you only do business in autumn and winter?
Sun Lifang laughed at her for being young and impulsive, but now she suddenly realized that Jiang Meimei had made a lot of clothes for them.
They're all worth a lot of money.
The two younger ones already have four sets: Zhou Xinya's knitted vest, knitted cherry cardigan, lace pullover sweater, and a whole winter's worth of scarves—
Jiang Meimei prepared everything.
Jiang Meimei liked to experiment. When she saw an advertisement on TV for animal scarves, which featured an animal head on the left and the body on the right, with a hole cut out on the right for the animal head to go through, she knitted five or six animal scarves.
Red pandas, rabbits, tiger cubs, black and white spotted dogs... all sorts of things. Jiang Meimei would make whatever Zhou Xinya wanted, spoiling her excessively.
Even so, Zhou Xinya still refused to go back to Jiang Meimei for the New Year.
After everyone left, Sun Lifang tried to coax her daughter, saying, "Godmother is going to be angry. She's been so good to you, and you didn't even go with her."
The little girl's throat was still itchy. Hearing this, she looked up in a hoarse voice and said, "No, Mom, you're wrong."
"Do I have to repay kindness from others?"
"That's very tiring."
After a pause, the girl continued in a hoarse voice, "When I'm kind to others, I never ask them to do anything in return."
The sincerity in giving is genuine, and you are happy to give, so why do you need to "seek a return"?
"If I have to think about the reward before doing everything, I will be very tired."
Similarly, one doesn't necessarily have to be fair in everything; after all, there's no such thing as perfect fairness.
That's true. Sun Lifang, who had been outmaneuvered, thought to herself: My daughter is getting harder and harder to fool.
At such a young age, he seems incredibly insightful; I wonder if it's because he's been reading too much Lao-Zhuang philosophy.
Before the Lunar New Year, Yoshiko Takeuchi gave Zhou Xinya a set of philosophical comics, which explained the principles in a simple and easy-to-understand way, making Zhou Xinya feel very involved.
Sometimes she can think about a single comic strip for a long time.
Before even starting elementary school, they've already started writing weekly journals, with about a hundred words per page, most of which are in pinyin.
Seeing this, I don't know whether to say she's cultured or uncultured.
You might say she's uncultured, but she still knows how to write a weekly journal, recording her reading notes and happy moments.
But if you say she's cultured, her striped notebook is full of pinyin, in various sizes, jumping up and down, densely packed, seemingly only she can understand it.
One of the items caught Sun Lifang's attention, mainly because all three characters in it were Chinese characters—
What does it mean to learn how to coax someone from your mother?
Who are you trying to fool? And how far have you gotten with the fooling?
You can't ask the questions you want to ask, because Sun Lifang was secretly reading your diary.
It wasn't like she was peeking; Zhou Xinya had just laid it out on the table herself, doing whatever she wanted without tidying it up. Sun Lifang glanced at it, and then she couldn't stop herself from doing it.
How can a little girl have so many things on her mind?
Sun Lifang couldn't understand what she was doing when she was six years old.
She's probably still playing in the mud, right? Zhou Xinya started thinking about "resource exchange in interpersonal relationships" when she was six years old.
She wondered, "Why does everyone like me?"
Being liked is a very simple thing. As a father's daughter, she can easily gain the favor of business partners and subordinates.
At school, as the teacher's favorite, her classmates revolved around her. If anyone made her angry, other children would go up and talk to the person who did wrong.
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