It's April again.
Lin Qingping remembered that the first birthday gift Gu Juncheng gave her after coming to the capital was a gold necklace.
Last year, it was still a gold necklace.
What strange obsession did he have with the gold necklace? Or did he think that gold was the most suitable gift for a woman who loved money?
In fact, it is not easy for him to buy a gold necklace.
His sources of income were salary and meritorious service awards. His salary was all with her, and some of the meritorious service awards were spent on her. After spending, the rest was given to her. He couldn't make meritorious service every month or every year, so although he didn't have much to spend at school, she would still give him some pocket money, just in case he took Zhiyuan and Xiaomai out to play, or if there was any gift exchange between classmates, he couldn't be penniless.
The money he used to buy the gold necklace should have come from his pocket money. Of course, he also used this money to buy the coat for Chen Xia, right?
Early in the morning, she was still lying in bed, and some things involuntarily popped into her head.
She shook her head, shaking off the memories of the necklace and the coat.
get up!
The weather is really warm now. When I open the window, the fragrance of flowers wafting from the neighbor's yard makes the air sweet.
It’s such a nice April day, of course we should be happy!
She changed her clothes and groped her way downstairs.
Zhiyuan was fiddling with something. When he heard her coming down the stairs, he called out "Mom" and immediately came to support her.
"No, no, I can do it myself." She held onto the stairs and went down just a little slower. "What are you doing?"
Zhiyuan chuckled and blushed.
Um?
Lin Qingping went downstairs and found a small box on the large desk. Zhiyuan had just been lying there, writing on a piece of red paper.
She picked it up and saw that it said: Mom, happy birthday to you.
She wanted to sign her name with "Zhiyuan", but she only wrote the word "Zhi". Before she could write "Yuan", she left.
What's in the box?
She opened it curiously and found a thin gold necklace inside.
It was gold, she knew it.
"Zhiyuan!" She frowned slightly, "What are you doing?"
He is just a kid, why would he spend so much money to buy a necklace?
"Mom, happy birthday!" Zhiyuan seemed to notice that Lin Qingping was angry and thought he had given the wrong gift, so his voice became weak.
Lin Qingping reminded herself that she could not blame Zhiyuan. He absolutely meant well. She was already very touched that Zhiyuan remembered that it was her birthday on this day.
"Zhiyuan." She sat down and pulled Zhiyuan in front of her, "Why did you give me a gold necklace?"
Zhiyuan was still trying to figure out her tone, as if trying to determine whether she was angry or not.
Lin Qingping sighed inwardly. No matter how much a sensitive child wants to heal his inner trauma, he will still be sensitive. Even if Zhiyuan is happy now, he cannot change the instinct of his character.
"Zhiyuan, Mom is not angry. I'm just curious. How did you think of giving me this?" Lin Qingping's tone became gentler.
"I told you not to be angry?" Zhiyuan said in a low voice.
"Okay! Of course I'm not angry!"
"Don't you like it?" Zhiyuan tilted his head, "Dad Gu always gave you this before. He must have given it to you because you like it..."
At this point, he lowered his head and said, "This year, is it true that Father Gu will not come back? Then, I will give it to you."
"Mom, if Dad Gu doesn't come back, I will give you the best in the world."
Originally Lin Qingping wanted to criticize him, after all, the necklace was such an expensive item. However, Zhiyuan had never been a child who spent money recklessly. His money included his father's pension, which was kept in a passbook, which he gave to Lin Qingping and asked her to keep. He also had the pocket money she gave him, which he put in a biscuit jar, but Lin Qingping seldom saw him take it out to spend.
Lin Qingping swallowed all the words she wanted to teach him at this moment, and just held his little face and rubbed it, showing a very happy look, "Thank you Zhiyuan, I like it very much."
Zhiyuan's eyes lit up, "Mom, you're not angry?"
"Why should I be angry when I have gifts from my son?" Lin Qingping pinched Zhiyuan's soft face, feeling warm in her heart. No matter what, this son was getting fatter and fatter because of her, and his face was getting fatter.
"I...I mentioned Dad Gu, aren't you angry?" Zhiyuan asked tentatively.
Lin Qingping shook her head and smiled, "When did I stop you from being with your father Gu?"
What happened between her and Gu Juncheng was their own business and had nothing to do with the child, so there was no need to make Zhiyuan feel uncomfortable by being caught in the middle.
"Although..." Zhiyuan smiled with a red face, "Well, what are we going to eat tonight?"
"What do you want to eat?" Lin Qingping didn't have anything in particular to eat, so it was better to satisfy the child.
Zhiyuan's eyes lit up again, "Mom, how about we have a barbecue? The kind that we can have in our own yard?"
Lin Qingping was slightly stunned. It wasn't that she disagreed with eating barbecue, but she just remembered that barbecue night.
"Or... do you want to eat steak?" Zhiyuan asked again.
"Let's have barbecue! Let's grill it ourselves!" Lin Qingping pinched Zhiyuan's nose, "We'll ask Aunt Zhao to go shopping together."
"Okay!" Zhiyuan smiled.
"Are you so happy?" Lin Qingping also laughed.
"Yeah." Zhiyuan nodded, because his mother liked the gift he gave, and because he guessed one thing correctly, "Mom, I know your favorite dish is not steak."
Lin Qingping: ? ? Why did you suddenly jump here?
"I also know that your favorite dessert is not double skin milk."
Lin Qingping understood that this was in response to Liang Jiaqi's speech that day...
"Mom, your favorite dishes are the ones we make at home, such as the whole lamb we roast ourselves. Your favorite dessert is the milk tea you make yourself, but you are afraid of getting fat, so you dare not drink it."
"Uh..." Lin Qingping tapped him lightly on the forehead, "You know a lot!"
"I just know it!" Zhiyuan rolled his eyes, "Also, you are not afraid of the dark at all. You lied to me when I was a kid!"
"Tsk..." Lin Qingping said, "You sound like you've grown up!"
"I've grown up!" Zhiyuan was quite proud.
"Then tell me, what am I afraid of?"
Zhiyuan thought for a moment and said, "You must be afraid of many things, but what are you most afraid of... Dad Gu knows."
Lin Qingping glared at him, "Does this also involve your father Gu?"
You know, that night, Gu Juncheng didn't answer this question at all!
"Of course!" Zhiyuan frowned, "I asked Father Gu if he knew what you were most afraid of, and he told me."
"Hmm?" Lin Qingping waited for him to continue.
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