Unable to bear the sight of Su Yi worrying about fifty yuan, Mao Tuan jumped up, rushed to the desk, kicked over the pen holder, and took out a fountain pen from it.
Just like Sun Wukong carrying the golden hoop stick, it said in the cold and domineering tone of a boss throwing a check: [This pen is worth your entire year’s pocket money. Go sell it.]
Su Yi took it, turned it on her fingertips twice, put it back, and shook her head: “Too much money. No place to put it.”
Mao Tuan couldn’t hold it back and rolled its eyes.
It saw that although the big demon talked about money every other day and was a bit of a money-grubber, she was not really obsessed with money. Otherwise, she would not have stayed in the fishing village all the time but would have gone out to do big things and make big money long ago.
For her, money doesn’t matter as long as it is enough to eat; the house doesn’t matter as long as it is big enough to sleep; life doesn’t matter as long as there is scenery to enjoy.
Of course, it was nice if someone found fault with her occasionally, just to spice things up, otherwise, she would get bored after being a Buddhist for too long.
After summing it up, it spread back again.
Following such a Buddhist master, it was better not to make itself a life of hard work.
But Su Yi poked it up, “Put away the pen holder. I’m going to eat.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard someone knocking on the door, calling her to eat.
Su Yi left happily.
Mao Tuan crawled under the bed crying and dragged out the pen that had just rolled in. It no longer had any of the cool and handsome looks it had when it kicked over the pen holder a moment ago.
After dinner, Xiao Xing and Su Wanting had some wedding matters to deal with, so Su Yi accompanied Grandma Qu back to the room. The two of them had a private conversation for a while.
When she went upstairs again, Xiao Yan was playing games in the living room. He was wearing headphones, so he didn’t make any noise. Only the images on the huge screen kept flashing.
Su Yi went back to the room to get something. When she came out, she watched from a distance.
He caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. After Xiao Yan finished the game, he turned around to look over.
Su Yi then stepped forward and handed over the paper box in her hand, “Thank you for the skirt you gave me. This is the wind chime I made myself. For you.”
Xiao Yan paused and reached out to take it.
Before he could speak, there was a noise in the headset: “It’s a girl’s voice again! I definitely didn’t hear it wrong this time! Ah Yan, why are there always girls around you? You didn’t leave the single dog group behind my back, did you?!”
Xiao Yan frowned, turned off the microphone, and said to Su Yi: “Thank you.”
The person on the other end of the headset was still chattering: “Don’t think I don’t know just because you turned off the microphone. If you have the ability to flirt with girls, you turn on the microphone!”
Xiao Yan then even turned off his headphones.
Su Yi waved her hand and didn’t want to disturb him: “You continue to be busy.”
Xiao Yan stared at the box for a while, turned on the microphone, said ‘Stop’, quit the game, and went back to his room.
For that string of wind chimes, Su Yi used pure white shells and silver wind chime tubes. It looked simple and fresh. It was hung on the wall of Xiao Yan’s room, next to a dart board. The two looked like a strange combination.
Su Yi returned to her room, pulled out a chair, and sat in front of the desk, taking things out of her school bag.
Mao Tuan lay on the quilt, with its limbs spread out and its round and furry belly rising and falling. It tilted its head and looked at Su Yi, puzzled: [Yi Yi, what are you looking at again? Aren’t you going to sleep?]
“You go to sleep first.” Su Yi turned on the desk lamp.
“Half of the holiday has passed, and there will be a wedding the day after tomorrow. I haven’t started my homework yet, so I won’t be able to finish it.”
Mao Tuan was simply stunned!
Outside the window, the lights were bright and the traffic was busy. The night of the metropolis was full of luxury and debauchery. As a country bumpkin who came to the city on the first day, the thing she cared about most was to do homework!
Homework!
The head teacher would be moved to tears.
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