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Chapter 16 For the Little Dragon Girl!
The last half of my father's notebooks are all about my younger brother's life plan, what university to study, what major to study, and the arrangement is clear and clear.

At this time, my father probably knew that his time was numbered.

Song Huanxi's eyes were slightly wet. She was actually a little dissatisfied in her heart. She worked hard from morning to night, studied hard, and was admitted to the pre-law department in advance. Maybe she wanted to prove it to her father:

Daughter can also be Chinese!
Faced with her younger brother's plan later on, she was not going to follow through on it. She could tell that my younger brother really didn't have the slightest talent for studying.

Let him grow up healthy and healthy. When he grows up, as long as he doesn't go astray, he can do whatever he wants!
Song Huanxi yawned, and gradually stopped her fanning hand, and the even breathing of the two sisters soon sounded in the room.

No one noticed, and at some point, Wen Tsai opened his eyes, his immature face was full of worry, 300 yuan, Bo Tsai in the class, and the car his father brought back from England was only ten yuan!
A sister earns two yuan a day, 300 yuan, how much work does she have to do?

How many?

……

Well, anyway, a lot!

Wen Zai sighed like an adult, turned over carefully, and turned over again after a while.

In the middle of the night, he turned over repeatedly. Fortunately, he was young, light in body, and did not turn over much, so Song Huanxi was not surprised.

It wasn't until early in the morning that Wen Tsai fell asleep in a daze.

While she was sleeping soundly, a doubtful voice came from my sister: "Ayun, have you seen my blue and white porcelain cheongsam with a white background and a blue border?"

Wen Tsai struggled to open his eyes, and saw the second sister reluctantly holding out the white embroidered cheongsam, this cheongsam, which he saw the eldest sister wearing, was so beautiful!

It's a pity that my eldest sister seldom wears it, and only wears it on some important days!

Well, the last time I wore it was Wenzai's birthday!

……

Song Huanxi looked at the smooth ironed cheongsam in his hand, which was as bright as new, and was speechless for a while. He really doesn't know how expensive he is!

Song Huanyun was also very depressed: "Tomorrow, Aqiu and I made an appointment to go shopping together. Aqiu said that he wanted to invite us to the Peninsula Hotel for afternoon tea, so I specially sent the laundry to be washed!"

Song Huanyun paused, and took the initiative to say: "I regret it, if I knew that the family would not be able to eat salty food, I should have kept the money!"

It's still helpful!

Song Huanxi's expression softened, and he replied: "You like this dress, after I wear it today, I will give it to you."

She was going to sign up for an artist training class today, so she naturally wanted to dress better to make a good impression on others.

Song Huanyun was stunned for a moment, and then called out happily: "Really?"

Song Huanxi nodded: "However, this is my mother's cheongsam, not mine."

Song Huanyun was immediately discouraged: "It's not my sister's? Then I don't want it!"

Song Huanxi: "..."

Itchy hands, want to hit someone!

Speaking of which, apart from this skirt, there are many things my mother used at home, all of which are exquisite objects: a small silver mirror with French stained glass on the back; a cherry wood mother-of-pearl jewelry box covered with snails——

An Xiuniang asked her father several times to ask for it, but his father refused to give it to her, and finally gave it to her.

But if you say how affectionate your father is...

Every time Song Huanxi asked about her mother, her father dismissed her with a sentence of death.

If you die, you won't even set up a tablet?
The father obviously didn't even bother to perfunctory, and just died to block all her follow-up questions.

After many times, Song Huanxi's mind also faded.

Only when she puts on this dress and looks at the classic beauty reflected in the mirror, Song Huanxi will be in a daze, and can't help but think, was her mother as beautiful as her when she was wearing this blue and white porcelain cheongsam?

……

Because of the meat, Song Huanxi simply made porridge with preserved eggs and bacon in the morning. Song Huanyun drank three bowls in a row and couldn't help but said, "If only I could eat porridge with preserved eggs and bacon every morning!"

Wen Tsai didn't speak, and looked over with bright eyes.

Song Huanxi laughed dumbly: "Is this what you pursue?"

Song Huanyun's eyes lit up: "Then, only put bacon and no preserved eggs?"

Song Huanxi: "...Don't let the rice go!"

Song Huanyun's eyes became brighter: "Isn't that just eating meat?!"

Can you still be so happy? !

Song Huanxi: "Hehe."

Stupid dick.

……

After eating, he watched Ayun take Wenzai to school. Song Huanxi cleaned up the dishes, changed into a blue and white porcelain cheongsam, dressed up, and went out with a blue flower bag.

Mr. Cha's apartment is in Repulse Bay on this island, and it would take her a long time to go there by tram.

It took a full hour and a half for Song Huanxi to arrive at Mr. Cha's apartment, and there was already a long queue at the back door—everyone in Hong Kong knew that Mr. Cha loved books and was willing to pay high prices, so naturally they came to sell books to him.

Mr. Cha is also a bit of a literati, and he is impatient to bargain one by one. Every Friday, he tells those who want to sell books to go around to the back door.

He then sent Aunt Xu, the cook at home, to come forward and ask what books the person was selling. If he was interested, he asked Aunt Xu to take it in and look through it.

If he wants it, he will directly set a price, and if the other party accepts it, he will make a deal, and if he does not accept it, he will let it go.

Therefore, although there are many people queuing here, the queuing time is not long - many people were invited out by Aunt Xu as soon as they reported the title of the book.

Song Huanxi waited for less than a quarter of an hour before arriving at the back door.

At a glance, pots, pans and pans are placed in an orderly manner next to the stove, and it looks like a kitchen here.

At the other end of the kitchen, there is another door, which is also half open. At this time, Mr. Cha is sitting on the sofa in the living room behind the door, waiting for the visitors to report the title of the book.

Song Huanxi smiled at Aunt Xu, didn't say much, supported the bottom with one hand, and opened the blue cloth bag layer by layer, revealing the manuscript inside: "Zhiyanzhai re-evaluated the stone story."

The girl's crisp voice sounded, and it was clearly transmitted to the ears of Mr. Cha who was separated by the door. He was slightly taken aback, and immediately shouted: "Quick! Take it in!"

After saying that, he lost his composure and nodded apologetically to the young man sitting opposite him. The latter smiled slightly, "Mr. Cha loves books, as the rumors say."

Aunt Xu quickly brought in the book, and Mr. Cha couldn't wait to get up, took two steps forward, took the manuscript, and started to read it.

After reading two pages, he refused to let go, grabbed the manuscript, and said to Aunt Xu seriously: "Please ask how much she wants to sell this book."

He actually made an exception and handed over the bidding right to Song Huanxi!
Aunt Xu turned around and went back to the kitchen. Song Huanxi had heard Mr. Cha's words, and she immediately said loudly: "Originally, I only planned to sell it for one hundred, but now, I want to sell it for one hundred and two!"

Song Huanxi used the voice he had practiced reading newspapers every day in the noodle shop, and deliberately shouted towards the living room: "Because of Xiaolongnv!"

That's right, Mr. Cha, it's fine wine and pot water!
Song Huanxi raised the price, and suddenly felt a lot of anger in her heart. She decided that if Mr. Cha agreed to her asking price, she would be more generous and stop pursuing his scribbles——

Anyway, she has adapted it.

　I love the heroine more and more——

　　
　
(End of this chapter)