"Is Momo on vacation?"
"Well, aunt, I haven't come to see you for a long time. I came to see you today since I have a holiday." Qiao Mo put the gift on the table and said.
"Since you're here, why bring any gifts?" Qiao Yuting said unhappily as she looked at the gifts.
"It's just a little gift to nourish my aunt."
"You are still a student. Even if you want to be filial to your aunt, wait until you get a job. You can take these and make up for it yourself later."
"Aunt, I'm still translating novels for a publishing house. I think it's okay to buy something to show my filial piety to you."
"You are such a silly child." Qiao Yuting smiled and tapped her forehead.
"It's my duty to be filial to my aunt. Aunt, I'll find some clean newspapers in your warehouse to practice calligraphy." Since joining the calligraphy and painting club, Qiao Mo has practiced calligraphy for an hour and painting for an hour every day. Although there are a lot of rice paper and white paper in her space, she is a beginner who has not even started learning any of them. It's a pity to use such high-quality paper to practice.
But there was no other paper. Later, she saw that many people in the calligraphy and painting club used newspapers to practice calligraphy. She thought it was a good idea: it could save paper and avoid waste, so she also started to practice calligraphy with newspapers.
After Yang Weihua knew that she needed newspapers to practice calligraphy, he asked Qiao Yuting to leave some clean newspapers for her, and he would bring her a large bundle every once in a while.
"I've left a lot of newspapers for you, just take them later." Qiao Yuting said, pointing to the small room behind their office.
"Yes, but I still want to look in the warehouse to see if I can find any useful books."
"Come on, put on a mask." Qiao Shiting took out an unused gauze mask from the drawer of her desk and handed it to her. This was bought for her by Yang Weihua, who said that there was too much dust when sorting waste, and asked her to wear a mask to prevent some of the dust from being inhaled into her lungs.
"I brought my own." Qiao Mo did not take her mask, but took out a similar mask from his pocket.
"Come on, go in by yourself. The door of the warehouse is not locked." Seeing that she brought it by herself, Qiao Yuting put the mask in her hand into the drawer.
Qiao Mo was familiar with this purchasing station. She pushed open the large wooden door of the warehouse and stood at the door for two minutes before putting on a mask and walking in.
There was no one else in the warehouse. She released her spiritual sense, covering the entire warehouse within the range of her spiritual sense, and the things inside appeared clearly in her mind.
Apart from a few Qing Dynasty copper coins found in a pile of scrap metal and a complete set of comic books in the pile of papers, she didn't find anything valuable. She picked out the copper coins and put them into the space, took the comic book in her hand, selected a stack of clean newspapers, rolled them up, and walked out of the warehouse with them in her hand.
At this time, Aunt He also came and was talking to Qiao Yuting. Qiao Mo walked over and greeted her, then handed the newspaper and comic book in his hand to her to weigh.
"Momo, I heard that you are practicing calligraphy? You are such a hard-working kid." Aunt He talked to Qiao Mo while putting newspapers and comic books on the scale.
"I joined the calligraphy and painting club in school. If my handwriting is too ugly, I won't be able to communicate with others in the future, so I can only find time to practice as much as possible." Qiao Mo said with a smile.
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