NABC Chapter 1297: Song Xiaohua’s Enlightenment Record [5]
Chapter 1297: Song Xiaohua’s Enlightenment Record [5]
For Song Xiaohua, Song Jingtian is not only an elder but also her only playmate in the Tan Palace.With a father who is the President, Song Xiaohua is destined to not easily go out to play.
The children of the staff don’t stay in the Tan Palace all the time either.
In the second half of the year, Song Xiaohua is supposed to go to kindergarten, where she might make new friends. But in the Tan Palace, for the next five years, she will still lack young playmates to share snacks and toys with.
At this moment, Tang Li remembered Li Hao’s suggestion from three years ago.
After Song Xiaohua finished riding the rocking car, holding the steering wheel with her short legs touching the ground, Tang Li went up and picked up her daughter: "Mommy wants to make egg tarts, do you want to join, Xiaohua?"
Sweets are food that children cannot resist.
Song Xiaohua was no exception.
While Tang Li was stirring the egg mixture, the little one lay by the table, eagerly waiting for the semi-finished products to go into the oven.
Looking at her daughter’s tender little face, Tang Li felt a twinge in her heart and took the opportunity to probe Xiaohua’s thoughts: "Our Xiaohua usually operates the excavator by herself without anyone to guide her. Mommy wonders if she should find a helper for our Xiaohua."
The little one tilted her head, "Mommy, are you going to buy a child?"
Tang Li: "......"
Before Tang Li could deny it, Song Xiaohua wrinkled her brows and said seriously, "Mommy, although it’s a bit tiring for me to both drive the excavator and move soil alone, buying a child is illegal."
Song Xiaohua’s vocabulary once again refreshed Tang Li’s understanding of preschoolers.
Moreover, three-year-old Song Xiaohua actually knew what a crime was.
Thinking about it, it wasn’t so surprising.
In the past two years, Song Xiaohua had often been taken to the office area by her dad. Because she was young, the adults wouldn’t guard against her when discussing things. Over time, the little one, like a parrot, learned that buying children and stealing money were illegal activities.
"Every child has a mommy and daddy, and if a child is bought by someone else, their mommy and daddy would be very sad."
Afraid her mommy wouldn’t listen, Song Xiaohua earnestly gave an example: "If Xiaohua was bought, wouldn’t mommy also be unable to eat and sleep?"
Tang Li asked back, "Then if... was mommy thinking of having a little brother or sister for you?"
The topic switched so quickly, it was inevitable to catch people off guard.
Considering the child’s ability to understand, Tang Li explained, "In another two years, your little uncle might skip a grade and enter college, by then, he will be busier and might not have time for you. Mommy is thinking, wouldn’t it be better if Xiaohua had a little brother or sister?"
The little one might not understand all of these words.
So, Tang Li summarized: "Anyway, mommy is thinking of having a little brother or sister to play with Xiaohua."
"Just like Xiaohua and your little uncle." Tang Li added.
Song Xiaohua pursed her lips, somewhat troubled, "But I don’t have money to buy a rocking car for the little brother."
Tang Li: "???"
Song Xiaohua thought more and more tangled.
Her own rocking car certainly couldn’t be given to the little brother.
If she gave it, then what would she play with?
Although having a little brother to help with work would be quite nice...
In a blink of an eye, Song Xiaohua already had a good idea: "Mommy, when I’m moving soil, you give birth to the little brother. After I’m done, you let the little brother go back and come again tomorrow, is that okay?"
Tang Li: [Black man question mark.jpg]
Her son’s life is indeed a hard one.
Compared to a little brother, Song Xiaohua currently loves her little uncle more.
At night, when mommy went to bathe, Song Xiaohua took her mommy’s cellphone wanting to call her little uncle.
But she quickly discovered she couldn’t unlock the phone.
Sliding off the bed with the cellphone, she entered the bathroom: "Mommy, I want to watch cartoons."
Tang Li was in the middle of washing her hair, but her daughter’s small request was something she could still fulfill. Despite the foam in her eyes, she reported her cellphone’s unlock code: "Do you remember?"
"Uh-huh!" Song Xiaohua nodded earnestly.
Climbing back onto the bed with the cellphone, she skillfully found her little uncle’s avatar and sent a voice message.
After a while, she finally received a reply from her little uncle.
The voice message began with a long sigh.
Immediately after, her little uncle’s wistful voice resounded: "Xiaohua, it’s really hard to make money these days, you should study well!"
Song Xiaohua pursed her lips, frowned, placed her pinky on ’press and hold to talk’: "Xiaohua will definitely study well, in the future, I’ll make money to support grandma, dad, mom, and little uncle in their old age."
"No wonder you’re our Xiaohua!" Song Jingtian lamented: "Apart from becoming the first female President of S country, I really can’t think of another career that matches our Xiaohua!"
For Little Button, he had to give up the Presidential path, but luckily their family produced a Xiaohua, so there was a successor.
Old Song’s family is destined to produce two Presidential terms!
Tang Li finished her bath and came out to find Song Xiaohua staring at the cellphone in a daze.
As she approached, the little one also looked up.
Then, the little girl told her someone bullied little uncle.
Song Jingtian getting bullied?
It’d be good if the little one didn’t bully others.
Director Chen knew Song Jingtian’s identity, how could he allow him to be wronged.
However, Song Xiaohua was stubborn, furrowing her tiny brows insisting: "Little uncle, he sighed!"
Tang Li took the cellphone and indeed saw the voice record between the little girl and her dear little uncle. Song Jingtian’s sentence ’it’s hard to make money’ was full of the hardships of a working person. When she called back, the voice wasn’t answered.
When Song Baiyan returned to the master bedroom, Tang Li was talking on the phone with Director Chen.
And Song Xiaohua had already fallen asleep on daddy’s pillow.
Tang Li inquired about Song Jingtian’s recent status in the crew from Director Chen, learning that the little guy was hardworking, didn’t cry even when hit by a rock while hanging on the wire, and got along well with everyone in the crew. Feeling at ease, she realized the little guy didn’t answer because he was filming a night scene.
Director Chen also assured: "At the latest, Xiao Song will return to the Capital in a week."
Hanging up the phone, Tang Li looked at Song Baiyan—
"Are you really not worried about the little guy?"
Since Song Jingtian went to Lishan, Song Baiyan never mentioned the little guy.
Because of his elder brother’s lack of inquiries, for the past few days, Song Jingtian didn’t dare call Tan Palace.
Song Baiyan replied: "He knows how to strike an opponent’s weak spot in negotiations, are you still worried about him being at a disadvantage?"
"So, is Song Xiaohua your weak spot?" Tang Li began to nitpick again.
Song Baiyan looked at her with a laugh and sighed: "Compared to the fifth rib on the left side of the chest, near the heart, young Xiaohua is like that rib that hasn’t matured yet."
Tang Li: "..."
Touching her own reddened ear roots, she announced a decision: "I know you have an inspection trip to Ning City next week, as a family member, I am applying to go with you."
As for Song Xiaohua, Tang Li planned to bring her along.
Song Baiyan guessed her intention: "Want to visit the little guy on set?"
Lishan Film and Television City was just outside Ning City.
Tang Li asked back: "Can’t I?"
Seeing Tang Li’s somewhat pompous appearance, Song Baiyan found it amusing and agreed: "Since you want to go, let’s go together."
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Goodnight!