Sheng Yuxiao's birthday party was not as grand as it was back home, it was more like a family banquet.
But Sheng Yuxiao himself was very satisfied.
He made a wish and blew out the candles, and Sheng Jun, a father, raised his hand to help him cut the cake.
Xu Qiulai next to him asked, "What are you looking at?"
Not even a word was spoken.
Xu Ji's eyes were still lingering on the "mud".
A long while.
Xu Qiulai heard him say in a faint tone: "It's really hard to praise it without conscience."
Xu Qiulai: "..."
"It seems that I am destined not to receive a gift from the little duck."
Xu Qiulai rolled his eyes.
The birthday party did not last long. After it was over, everyone dispersed and went about their own business.
Before leaving, Xu Ji couldn't help it. He leaned against the door frame and pointed at the "mud" and asked, "Was it freshly dug in the garden downstairs?"
“It’s store-bought clay mixed with cotton fibers and finally kneaded.”
"You mean this thing cost money?"
“Not only did it cost money, it also took Xiaoya’s efforts.”
"Where is the hard work? Isn't this just a bunch of things?"
"Uncle, the little duck is watching you."
"..." "So what is this?"
Sheng Yuxiao's brows sparkled and she replied: "A duck pinched by a duck."
Xu Ji was silent for a moment: "The idea is very good, but when I looked carefully, I could only vaguely see a duck's butt..."
Before he could finish his words, his nephew had already closed the door.
It passed by the tip of his nose.
Xu Ji sighed again: "There are no gifts to accept."
Then he left with his assistant.
The little duck stayed with Sheng Yuxiao for one more day.
In the meantime, I also received a call from Komnenos.
The man first asked if he had eaten, how was his sleep...and finally asked: "When will you come over again?"
The little duck asked him: "Comnenus, do you miss me?"
Comnenus was silent for a moment and rarely answered: "It's okay for now, you don't have to come back in a hurry."
The little duck was silent for a while, and then asked him: "Comneno, am I not done with my homework?"
"……Soon."
"I'll be here tomorrow."
There was a rustling and hurried background sound on the other end, and then the phone was hung up.
Xiaoya stayed in front of the hung up phone for half a minute.
It seems that Komnenos is unlikely to be counted on...
*
When the little duck left the next day, Green actually brought a few people to see him off.
He spoke in Chinese with an indistinguishable accent: "Miss Li, see you later."
It's like I just learned it last night.
"See you later." Xiaoya tilted his head and smiled, then turned to look at Sheng Yuxiao on the side.
Sheng Yuxiao looked cold and silent.
"I'm leaving," the duck said to him.
Sheng Yuxiao bought her a new schoolbag. He bent down and put it in the car, lowered his eyes and said, "If you go to elementary school here..."
The little duck didn't have time to speak.
Sheng Yuxiao answered again: "No, you have to accompany Mr. Zhang."
After Mr. Wei left, Xiaoya didn't dare to leave Mr. Zhang's side easily. It seems like every day that follows is extra precious.
"Let's go, bye." Sheng Yuxiao whispered.
The little duck opened the car window and comforted him dryly: "A few years have passed by in a blink of an eye, so fast."
"Yeah, soon."
He watched Xiaoya's car drive away before turning back to the apartment.
Green and others wanted to talk to him, so they hurried after him.
Sheng Yuxiao opened the door, walked to the sofa, picked up the little dinosaur's hood, and put it on the display cabinet.
"Sheng..." Green said.
He thought that the hood was pretty cute.
How many will you buy another day? Maybe Sheng will be more friendly when he sees the little dinosaur.
Green's plan was shattered that day.
Sheng Yuxiao told them coldly one after another: "I hate people wearing the same type of headgear hanging in front of me the most."
Even though Green tried hard to figure out why...
Duckling, back on the Upper East Side, sneezed. Who is thinking about her behind her back?
She shook her head, opened the door and walked into the villa.
The living room is littered with various handmade materials.
"Comnenus?" she said softly.
The man sitting on the carpet raised his head, his eyes turning red.
"It's done." The man forced out his voice.
The bodyguards were all stunned. No, did he really do Komnenos?
Comnenus closed the homework book in front of him, waved his hand, and asked someone to carry it up.
Five muscular, tall men came up carrying a handmade earth——
If that can even be called a handmade earth.
The little duck raised his hand and touched his head: "It's bigger than my eight heads."
Comnenus liked her comment very much and asked hurriedly: "How do you like it? I will never embarrass you if I hand it over."
The duck came closer.
This huge handmade earth is covered with maps.
She knelt down again and touched the base of the earth. The tentacles are cold and marble.
The duck had to ask a serious question: "How much does it weigh?"
"Call a car to weigh it." Komneno turned to tell his men.
Half an hour later, the little duck was happy to lift 163kg.
Komnenos pointed and said: "Quite a heavyweight piece."
The children must have a bright face.
The duck let out a breath.
It's very heavyweight.
It was so heavy that her schoolbag couldn't be carried away.
Komnenos didn't notice the child's pain. He approached the handmade earth, raised his hand and pressed it on the top, saying, "There is still a little trick."
The little duck had to raise his head.
This manual work is higher than hers.
Only a soft "pop" sound was heard, and the machine amplifier was operating.
The earth suddenly split open on both sides.
A machine gun popped out of it.
Little Duck:?
Comnenus asked: "Isn't it interesting?"
The little duck didn't want to make Komnenos sad. She nodded seriously, but still reminded the man: "But you can't pass the customs."
On the other hand, the "consultant" specially invited by Comnenus said quickly: "I told you that this won't work..."
The little duck immediately tugged on Komnenos' sleeve and comforted him: "But at least I saw it. I like this very much."
Comnenus immediately turned to look at the consultant: "Did you hear that?"
The consultant was stunned.
"That's what it means," Komnenos said.
After he finished speaking, he picked up the duckling and said, "Do you want to sit in and take a closer look?"
The little duck responded: "Yes."
Comnenus immediately glanced at the consultant again.
Does this mean...satisfaction? The consultant thought blankly.
The little duck was put into the "Earth", and Komnenos reached out to teach her: "This is how the machine gun is loaded, and the trigger is here..."
After teaching, Komnenos was satisfied and ordered: "Okay, let's dismantle it."
In the end, Xiaoya only carried "Homework" and returned to China.
The above content was written word by word by Komnenos, no, to be precise, it was called painting.
Komnenos cannot write Chinese characters, but can only draw.
*
It's another new day of school.
When it was time to hand in handwork in class, the teacher asked: "Zhang Ruoshui, where's yours?"
Xiaoya lowered his head and looked at the time on his phone: "Wait."
"Didn't you do it?" the teacher asked again.
"It's done, it's on its way."
The teacher smiled: "So I did it, but I forgot to bring it. How long will it take to wait?"
"A few minutes."
"OK."
Everyone else handed in their homework one after another, filling the space in front of the podium.
The teacher asked: "Isn't it here yet?"
The "handmade" earth was put on a special plane, then on a truck, and finally pushed into the campus by several workers working together. Under the surprised eyes of other classes, it was finally pushed to the door of the class.
The duckling said calmly: "It's here, but it doesn't seem to be able to get in."
Everyone turned around when they heard the sound:? ? ?
They said, why did the classroom suddenly become dark?
That thing blocks all the light!
"What... is this?" The teacher was dumbfounded.
The little duck's tone was still very calm: "My dad helped me with my handiwork."
