People in the alley: A woman dressed as a man shouldn't be foolishly filial, Zhuang Chaoying

Chapter 468: The baby's first birthday celebration – the baby grabbed a giant hammer.

At this moment, the alley was full of people, all there to see Shanshan off.

Whether it was a sudden pang of conscience or a way to secure his future, Old Wu, with red eyes, went up to Shan Shan, hugged her, and secretly slipped five hundred yuan into her bag.

His voice trembled slightly. "Dad, no, I shouldn't have stopped you from going to high school. I was selfish. I slipped five hundred yuan into your bag. It's not much, but you have to be prepared for a difficult journey. It's okay if you don't forgive me, but don't forget that Xiaojun is still here at home."

Shanshan was initially touched, but when her father told her not to forget that Xiaojun was still at home, her heart sank instantly, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

She simply nodded indifferently. "Dad, I know. I'm leaving now, or I'll miss the train."

She hadn't gone far when she saw Liu Jian parked beside her in the factory's Santana.

Liu Jian rolled down the window and waved to her. "Get in the car, Shanshan, we're old classmates. I'll take you to the train station."

Seeing that Wu Shanshan hesitated to get into the car, he quickly got out, opened the door, and took the bag from her.

Xiao Jun caught up and plopped down in the car. "Sis, I'll take you to the train station. Liu Jian is a really nice guy; we used to play together when we were kids."

Liu Jian also chimed in, "That's right, Shanshan, Xiaojun's already on the bus."

Liu Jian drove, glancing at Shanshan in the rearview mirror every now and then.

He had liked Shanshan since he was a child, but he didn't like studying, and the gap between him and Shanshan grew wider and wider, making it impossible for him to keep up with her.

This trip to see her was also a way for him to see her one last time, since he had heard that many international students never returned after going abroad. "Shanshan, we're old classmates. If you ever come back, just call me and I'll definitely come out."

"Thank you, Liu Jian," Shan Shan said softly.

Watching his sister's retreating figure, Xiao Jun knew that she had really left and he didn't know when she would come back. He wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.

Liu Jian walked over and put his arm around his shoulder. "Your sister went abroad to study, but she didn't go anywhere else. She'll be back after she graduates. Let's go, Xiaojun."

Back in Shanghai, Xiaoting, Tu Nanpengfei, Dongzhe, and their childhood friends from the alleyways gathered together and spent a night of revelry with Shanshan.

Everyone chatted about everything under the sun, ate and drank, and laughed and cried.

the next day.

Shanshan and another classmate, dragging their luggage, boarded a plane bound for the beautiful country across the ocean.

As the plane slowly took off and flew higher and higher, she watched the city grow smaller and smaller, just like her life, which had just begun.

.....

On Sunday, after a busy week, the small dining table finally got a well-deserved day off.

It has to be said that the tutoring classes attached to after-school care programs are quite profitable, generating a considerable amount of income.

As a graduate of Jiaotong University, Lin Gong's prestigious reputation was not to be wasted, and he was pulled by Song Ying every night to tutor the children.

Zhuang Chaoying and Lin Wufeng were also willing to become free laborers. Although they received no wages, they worked enthusiastically and with great energy.

Thanks to its excellent reputation, the after-school care center has already made a name for itself in the surrounding area.

Although simply providing food doesn't earn much, tutoring fees are the main source of income.

For the past four months, the number of students has remained stable at around forty per day.

As the number of people increased, they specially hired a handyman and paid him eighty yuan a month.

This woman, named Liu Aiju, is just over forty years old and is hardworking and honest.

She had previously worked for Li Yiming, but resigned from her job to go home and take care of her seriously ill husband.

When she finished dealing with her family affairs and wanted to go back to Yiming's place to continue working, her position had already been taken by someone else.

Knowing Aiju's character, Li Yiming introduced her to help out at Aunt Song's small dining table.

With Liu Aiju's help, Huang Ling and Song Ying were much more relaxed, and most importantly, Zhuang Chaoying could concentrate on her writing.

Today is also a special day – Xiaoyuyao's first birthday.

Two large families, a total of thirteen people, were all gathered around this adorable little baby.

Lin Wufeng held a video camera in his hand, recording every moment.

He recorded everything in detail. He had watched Xiao Yuyao grow up since she was born, and she was almost the same age as his own daughter. He loved this pink and tender baby from the bottom of his heart. Moreover, he and Song Ying were the child's godparents, so they liked the child even more.

To celebrate Xiaoyuyao's birthday, they also prepared a traditional "grasping ceremony" (a ceremony where children choose objects to represent their first birthday).

A bright red cloth was spread on a table, covered with items collected from all over the house.

There was an English dictionary, a calculator, a hundred-yuan bill, a calligraphy brush, a bankbook, a seal, watercolor pens, a plate of steamed buns, a rattle drum, a ball, and a small hammer.

As the elder present, Mr. Huang solemnly presided over the ceremony.

"Today is November 28, 1989, which is Huang Yuyao's first birthday. A gift for every year she grows up, a lifetime of joy; a year for every year she grows up, a lifetime of peace. The first birthday celebration will now begin."

Huang Ling smiled and gently placed the little girl on the red cloth.

Song Ying called out to her gently from ahead.

"Yuyao, Yuyao, be good, take whatever you like, this is money."

Zhuang Chaoying clapped her hands beside her, looking at Yuyao expectantly. "Daughter, get the calligraphy brush!"

Everyone was trying their best to get her attention.

Xiao Yuyao first reached out and unfolded the hundred-yuan bill. Well, his daughter doesn't care about money.

Immediately afterwards, Xiaoyuyao kicked the seal away. Fine, his daughter doesn't care about profit.

Then, Xiaoyuyao kicked the ball away again. Zhuang Chaoying was taken aback. Well, it seems that her daughter doesn't like sports either.

At this moment, everyone's hearts were in their throats, their eyes fixed on Xiao Yuyao's every move.

Seeing this, Song Ying had already compromised and said anxiously, "Just grab the book, or the calculator will do too!"

Just as everyone was eagerly anticipating what was to come, Xiao Yuyao, drooling, slowly squatted down, grabbed a small steamed bun, and put it in her mouth.

Huang Ling couldn't help but exclaim, "Hey, look at something else, don't you like the watercolors?"

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but laugh.

Huang Ling nervously grabbed the arm of the person next to her, slightly annoyed. "Oh dear, I should have fed Yuyao before the first birthday celebration. Now look what happened, she grabbed a steamed bun right away."

Father Huang laughed heartily. "Food is the most important thing for people. My grandson is so smart. He knows to eat his fill before working. He has great potential!"

Huang's mother quickly chimed in, "That's right, the steamed buns are so delicious, we should eat more of them so that our grandson will never have to worry about food and drink, and that we'll have a bountiful harvest."

With a steamed bun in her mouth, Xiao Yuyao wobbled to the left, ignoring everything else and heading straight for the rattle drum.

She squatted down, picked up the rattle drum, and shook it happily with a smile.

She had no idea what the adults were thinking; she simply liked the thing that made a sound, and happily started yelling "Ah ah ah!"

Tu Nan watched her sister's actions and said with a smile, "Mom, my little sister got the steamed buns and the rattle drum. From now on, she won't have to worry about food and drink, and she'll be carefree and free."

Before everyone could recover from the beautiful meaning, Xiao Yuyao threw the rattle drum aside, grabbed a hammer in one hand and a steamed bun in the other, and walked towards Song Ying with a grin.

Seeing this, Zhuang Chaoying couldn't help but swallow hard. "Does this mean my daughter will grow up to be a manual laborer, earning eighty for a big hammer and forty for a small one?"