Nie Yutong brought a lot of gifts, and the intention was for Lu Xixin to choose them. For this kind of invitation, unless you are very familiar or between relatives, you usually only need to bring one or two gifts. There is no need to pack a lot.
But Lu Xixin was squatting on the ground, fiddling with several gifts, and she couldn't put them down. She wanted to give them all to Nian Xi.
This is a very wonderful feeling. Whenever I think of that little boy, my heart becomes soft and I can't help but want to be good to him and want to give him everything I have.
After choosing for a long time, she chose two items, one was Lego and the other was a racing car.
She originally wanted to surprise Shen Nianxi, but when she got there, she realized that he was not at home.
Didn't you invite her to dinner? Why aren't you at home?
Lu Xixin's expression darkened visibly.
The living room was empty except for the servant Aunt Wang who came forward to greet her. She enthusiastically took the gift from her hand and walked in while saying: "Young master Nianxi must be very happy to know that you are coming. He talked about it all day long yesterday. He told me to prepare delicious dishes, but I was so nervous that I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to show off my skills.”
Imagining the little boy mumbling with his red and moist mouth, Lu Xixin pursed her lips and curled her eyes.
Guiding Lu Xixin to sit down on the sofa, Aunt Wang said: "Young Master Nianxi was originally waiting for you, but yesterday someone suddenly came to the old house and took the young master away. But don't worry, young master He will be back at noon, and he also left you a letter."
Aunt Wang took out a piece of pink letterhead with the little boy's childish handwriting on it:
Sister Xixin:
I'm going to grandma's place today and will be back at noon tomorrow. You wait for me and I'll be back soon.
At the end of the letter, two little figures were drawn holding hands.
Reading the letter, Lu Xixin's heart felt as if it had been showered with warm water, feeling warm and soft.
Holding the letter in hand, Lu Xixin didn't want to leave immediately. She didn't want to do anything. She just wanted to wait quietly for the little boy.
Because she was worried that she would be bored, Aunt Wang brought her a fruit plate and snacks and brought her a book to read to relieve her boredom. She apologized and said: "I'm sorry, Miss Lu, I'm the only one today, Sister Liu." I have something to do at home, so I'm not here. I have some things to do in the kitchen, so I can't accompany you."
Lu Xixin didn't need anyone to accompany her, so she let Aunt Wang go to the kitchen and read a book by herself.
This is a very famous novel "Gone with the Wind". Lu Xixin liked this book very much when she was in junior high school and liked the heroine in it. At that time, she was young, relatively middle school, and didn't have her parents around, so she liked to pretend to be strong. , obviously seeing other students being pampered by their parents, I was jealous to death, but I was so stubborn and said I didn't care.
She should be as strong as Scarlett Hao and not care about other people's opinions.
Later, when she got older, understood better, and no longer longed for her parents so much, Lu Xixin would often read this book.
Lu Xixin didn't intend to read here, but she had nothing to do, so she flipped through it casually. When she turned to a certain page, she found a line of words.
It's a very beautiful handwriting, very similar to her handwriting.
"Shen Jiayao will love Lu Xixi for the rest of his life!"
Lu Xixin's hand holding the page froze, and she looked at this line of text, which became more and more familiar to her.
How strange, it looks so much like her handwriting.
She put it on the coffee table, took out paper and pen from her bag, and wrote over the words: "Shen Jiayao will love Lu Xixi for the rest of his life!"
After writing, compare the two sides.
The handwriting is almost identical.
Lu Xixin had practiced calligraphy since she was a child, and had mastered Mrs. Wei's hairpin small regular script. The handwriting was slightly long and beautiful. Moreover, she didn't like to write in a continuous line. When she was not in a hurry, she would write squarely and one stroke at a time.
The exact same handwriting and similar names made Lu Xixin feel a little strange, and she stared at this line of writing for a long time.
After that, she flipped through a few more pages to see if there were any similar handwriting, but she never saw it. It wasn't until the end of the book, at the corner of the last page, that she found another word.