Chapter 123: Xier and Her Sister Have No Tickets (Please Subscribe)

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“Goodbye, Brother Wang Ming, Brother Fang Du, Brother Li Dongning!”

Around ten o’clock, the little ones waved farewell to the three men, their mouths still dripping with oil from the food, then followed Yang Qing back into the small shop.

As for Bai Zhijun, having had some wine, he couldn’t return to his own porridge shop and had to go back to the grain and oil store instead. He was quite pleased with this, as it gave him an excuse to drink more wolfberry tea and ease his aching back.

The grand project of raising the little ones could pause for the night...

“Hehe... Sister! Your happy little doll is back!”

Upon arriving at the shop, little Xi’er happily threw herself into Tan Jiner’s arms, excitedly and childishly recounting all she had seen that night.

Tan Jiner listened with a smile, and once she finished, she gently stroked her little sister’s head and softly said:

“Hm, our Xi’er is very caring. Now you must seriously teach Dudu to speak, no giving up, alright?”

“Mm-hmm!” Little Xi’er nodded vigorously, clenching her tiny fists as she vowed, “Xi’er will definitely teach Dudu to call ‘Sister’, call ‘Mom and Dad’, and say lots and lots of words!”

“Good, keep it up!” Tan Jiner chuckled. “Come on, you’re all sweaty and stinky. Let big sister give you a bath.”

“Hehe... Xi’er is not stinky at all, Xi’er smells nice!”

“No, you don’t. You’re stinky! Go wash now!”

“Hehe... Smells nice! Sister, smell it yourself!”

“No way, hurry up. Look, Qiuer and Xiaobai are already waiting for you.”

“Hehe... Qiuer, Xiaobai, I’m coming~”

“Hoho... Silly one, come here, let’s wash up. I have a little water gun!”

Xiaobai suddenly pulled out a small water gun from behind and aimed it at little Xi’er, laughing loudly.

Mrs. Bai →_→: “You little rascal! If you’re going to wash up, just wash up—no playing with water! Or I’ll turn your little bottom into a flower!”

Xiaobai turned to his mother and pouted, “Mom Bai, don’t scare the kids!”

Mrs. Bai, furious: “What did you just call me? Say that again!”

Xiaobai (‵□′): “I won’t say it!”

“Hehe...”

“Hehe...”

Little Xi’er and little Qiuer burst into laughter at the exchange between the Bai mother and son.

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“Hey, young boss, why is it you again today?”

Yang Qing T_T: “...What do you mean by that? You don’t like me?!”

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The young customer nodded honestly, “Yes, actually I prefer the pancakes Jiner makes.”

Yang Qing →_→: “I’m really impressed with you! Just me today! Want some or not?”

“Yes! Three! I want to turn my sorrow into food!”

Yang Qing: ...

Tan Jiner, selling steamed buns: (^_^)

These past few days, Yang Qing had been busy in the shop. During the day, he made pancakes while the little cook Jiner sold steamed buns.

Bai Lingyue took care of dropping off and picking up Xiaobai and the two younger kids, then stayed indoors to study hard. Occasionally, she would teach simple sign language to the two little ones who weren’t yet in kindergarten.

Of course, the main responsibility for teaching the little ones sign language fell on Yang Qing, since he had promised the kids he would.

Moreover, this time he didn’t rely on a system lottery to gain sign language knowledge but learned it bit by bit by himself, then taught the children.

In the evening, Yang Qing would take the little ones to the playground to play with their new friend, Dudu.

As these days went by, Yang Qing gradually realized that little Dudu was an exceptional child.

She was very diligent; every time they finished playing and were about to go home, she would carefully collect all the little trash from their food and drinks into a small bag and then swiftly run to throw it into the trash bin.

She was also quite strong, able to lift little Xi’er and spin her around without getting flushed or out of breath.

She had talent too—she could shoot a small bow and arrow with a particularly correct posture and good accuracy.

This made Yang Qing very happy and eager to bring Qiuer and the others to play with Dudu.

Spending time with outstanding people makes you gradually better yourself, especially for quick learners like children.

Indeed, Qiuer and the others had also learned to pick up trash and had started learning archery alongside Dudu these past few days.

They also used some newly learned simple sign language to communicate with Dudu.

In fact, they could speak to Dudu, and Dudu expressed herself through sign language; the others only needed to understand the signs.

But the three little ones found using sign language very interesting and fun.

Among them, little Xi’er was the most enthusiastic, taking teaching Dudu to speak very seriously. She waved her little hands nonstop and chirped into Dudu’s ear incessantly.

The little ones played happily, and both Yang Qing and Dudu’s parents watched with great satisfaction. Bai Zhijun was even more cheerful from drinking.

Meanwhile, after these few days of hard work, songs and compositions by Brother Yang and the little ones had both surged into the top thirty of the new song charts and trending searches.

Among them, Xiaochun’s song had completely dominated first place on both charts, while Yang Qing’s song “Mohe Ballroom” took second place.

The trio’s “I Am a Painter” held twenty-fifth on the new song chart and twentieth on the trending chart, and Xiaoxia’s “Let Us Paddle Our Oars” ranked thirtieth on both charts.

As for Yang Qing’s erhu piece “Horse Racing” and suona piece “Hundred Birds Paying Homage,” they had claimed the top two spots on the Chinese instrumental music charts.

For a newcomer like Yang Qing to achieve such rankings upon debut was partly thanks to Wang Ying’s extensive promotion and the support of Yangcheng Radio Station. Of course, the main reason was that in early June, there had been almost no new releases from major figures in the industry.

Fame overnight had little impact on Yang Qing’s life; unlike last time, no one was crowding the door demanding photos or autographs.

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Of course, it was also due to Yang Qing’s relatively low personal exposure.

Time flew like a white steed passing through a gap in the clouds, and soon several days had passed, bringing us to June 10th.

Early in the morning, Yang Qing and Tan Jiner were still busy, when Qiuer tugged little Xi’er’s hand and hurried down.

Seeing them about to run out of the shop, Yang Qing curiously asked, “Qiuer, Xi’er, where are you going? Don’t run off!”

“Brother, we’re going to find Mrs. Bai.”

Little Qiuer replied happily, then pulled little Xi’er and dashed into “Little Bai’s Porridge Shop.”

Mrs. Bai was busy selling porridge when she suddenly saw the two little ones rush in. She called out to Bai Zhijun:

“Old Bai, serve a bowl of porridge for Qiuer and Xi’er.”

“Sure!” Bai Zhijun responded.

Little Xi’er instantly looked frightened, waving her hands repeatedly, “No, no, Xi’er is already full. Look, Mrs. Bai!”

She lifted her little shirt, puffing out her belly to show Mrs. Bai.

“Xi’er is shy now.”

Little Qiuer smiled and lowered Xi’er’s shirt, then softly said to Mrs. Bai, “Mrs. Bai, Xi’er and I have already eaten, we’re not hungry.”

“Mm-hmm.” Mrs. Bai nodded without turning her head, still busy, then added, “So you came here to play?”

“Hehe... no.” Little Qiuer beamed, “Today is Sister Ying’s concert. I came to remind Mrs. Bai not to forget—she must go!”

“Mm-hmm,” Mrs. Bai smiled. “I won’t forget. I still have the concert tickets you gave me, Qiuer.”

“Mm-hmm!” Little Qiuer nodded happily, then pulled little Xi’er and ran off again, while behind them Bai Zhijun’s eyes showed nothing but grievance.

I’ve lived half my life and never been to a concert. I want to go too, but I never got an invitation ticket from the kids!

At this moment, back at the shop, little Xi’er looked at Qiuer, who was excitedly trying to call the three sisters Qin Xue on her kids’ watch. She pouted, feeling wronged:

“Qiuer, Xi’er doesn’t have a ticket either. Sister doesn’t have one... Xi’er and Sister can’t go see Sister Ying’s concert!”

Tears welled up in little Xi’er’s eyes. Little Qiuer’s face froze, then she hurriedly comforted Xi’er:

“Don’t be afraid, Xi’er. We’ll ask Brother. Brother will definitely have a way! We’re going to see the concert together!”

“Mm-hmm, and let’s bring Dudu and Nian Nian too.”

“Okay! Let’s go find Brother…”

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