Don’t wake up too late-
You’d better get up early-
Then go out and breathe some fresh air-
Because this way you can-
Open your arms-
And embrace a brilliant tomorrow!
“…”
Chi Yao looked at these messages for a while: “What madness is this again?”
Although these messages seemed puzzling, based on his understanding of Lin Zhexia, there must be some intention behind them.
And this intention wasn’t hard for him to guess.
So he walked to the door and opened it.
There were no strange packages at the door. He shifted his gaze, and that’s when he noticed the three red Spring Festival couplets on the door.
On the couplets, vigorous black ink read:
Smooth sailing year after year.
Success in everything, step by step.
Horizontal inscription: May the lucky star shine upon you.
It was evident that these three couplets had been put up very carefully, arranged neatly, with even the corners pasted meticulously.
However.
Chi Yao looked at the door, unable to hold back a laugh.
It’s just that other households had their couplets pasted at the top of the door, while a certain shorty, due to height limitations, could only paste the couplets in a lower position-
Seen it, quite brilliant.
He typed with one hand in the chat box and replied with two more sentences:-
Very unique position-
Next time, if you can’t reach, you can come in and grab a chair
Lin Zhexia also woke up very early today.
Her response was almost instant.
Coward: Today is the New Year
Coward: I don’t want to commit murder, I advise you to behave yourself [fist]
“It’s already good enough that I put them up for you,” on the other side, Lin Zhexia mumbled while brushing her teeth, “and you still have so much to say.”
“…I’m not a two-meter-tall giant.”
“The door is so high, isn’t it normal to paste them a bit lower?”
But after her complaints, the matter was over.
After a while, she changed into new clothes and happily went out, saying: “Mom, Uncle Wei, I’m going to find Chi Yao—”
Lin He: “I was just about to tell you, invite Chi Yao to come celebrate the New Year together.”
Wei Ping also said, “Yes, it’s the New Year, it should be lively, how can someone spend it alone at home?”
When Chi Yao came, he brought a gift box. Lin He said, “No need to be so polite,” and invited him to sit in the living room.
The Spring Festival was busy for adults.
But for students like them, when the day arrived, it wasn’t much different from usual—lying on the sofa playing with phones, watching TV, and occasionally having to entertain naughty children of relatives.
Today, a little boy came to Lin Zhexia’s home.
At first, the little boy was very reserved, but after sitting for a while, he began to look around restlessly.
He looked at Lin Zhexia: “Sister.”
Lin Zhexia was busy replying to friends’ messages. She had replied with New Year’s greetings to Chen Lin and Tang Shuxuan, then asked: “What is it?”
The little boy solemnly introduced himself: “My name is Kang Jiahao, I’m six years old this year.”
Seeing how serious he was, Lin Zhexia also sat up straight, put down her phone, and instinctively responded: “I, I’m Lin Zhexia, I’m… sixteen this year.”
The little boy had rehearsed a standard visiting relatives speech before coming out: “I got 97 points in all three of my final exams, ranking third in my class. My hobby is playing badminton.”
Lin Zhexia praised: “You did well.”
The little boy asked her: “How many points did you get?”
Lin Zhexia: “Our exam scores are different; you might not understand. My hobby is reading books.”
After Lin Zhexia said, “I like reading books,” someone nearby laughed lightly.
Chi Yao: “That copy of ‘Dream of the Red Chamber’ you bought when you were ten, in the past six years, how many pages have you read?”