My Sister is Very Obsessive

After the first class, there was a ten-minute break in the middle, and my sister took out her half-eaten red bean bread and handed it to me with a smile on her face.

I held my sister's wrist, leaned over my head and took a big bite on the bread, I nodded happily to her, and said to her vaguely,

"So much better than the turkey bread I had in high school, I've never had turkey on turkey bread, and your red bean bread has at least red beans in it."

"That's it!" The elder sister raised her face, her big eyes full of pride, "I don't even care who chose the bread."

I raised my hand and patted her forehead fondly,

"You're really not humble at all."

"No need!"

My sister twisted her head, her soft body leaned slightly beside me, her little head rested on my arm, and she ate red bean bread in small bites.

"I want to drink yogurt." The little sister pointed at the yogurt box on the desk.

"You drink, don't ask me."

I flipped through the chat records I wrote with my sister on the scratch paper in my hand, and said it casually.

My sister angrily stretched out her hand and pinched my arm, and I turned my head to look at her with a little pain, "What's the matter."

"You take it for me."

Looking at my sister who was pouting, I smiled lightly, and after first reaching out to wipe off the crumbs from the corner of her mouth, I took the yogurt box on the table and handed it to her mouth.

The elder sister took a small mouth, squinted her eyes, and happily put the straw into her mouth.

Seeing her fair and tender cheeks bulging, I really doubt that the straw that has been bitten into porcelain can really **** out yogurt?

"Brother, can you tell me about the weird things you encountered in your part-time job today?"

My sister spat out the straw, raised her face, and looked at me expectantly.

"It's nothing too special, I just went to the hotel for a part-time job. First I met my roommate Liu Weiwei, and then..."

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I briefly told my sister about the weird things I encountered this afternoon.

"Why do I feel like what happened to you today is like a novel?"

"Isn't that right!" I laughed and cried, "It's a strange thing that made me busy all afternoon. I should have listened to Xiaoman and distributed flyers."

My sister also nodded in agreement.

"Well, I also think you will listen to Xiaoman in the future and go to hand out flyers. Although you are a little tired, you are free."

I rubbed my nose, turned my head to look at my sister, who had a small face against my arm and sips of bread, and thought about it.

"Actually, I think it's boring to do these part-time jobs. Should I find a more stable part-time job that has something to do with my hobbies?"

"What do you want to do?" My sister's black and white eyes turned up slightly, and she looked at me with wide eyes, "You have good grades, you can go to tutoring."

I reached out and wiped her pink lips, smiled and shook my head,

"Tutoring is not my interest. Elementary school students are too troublesome, junior high school students are too rebellious, and high school students don't want me."

"It's fine!"

My sister smiled at me, then raised her hand and patted my forehead, like coaxing a child,

"Be good, take your time. In many practices, you can always find something that interests you."

"If I'm interested in things..." I tilted my head slightly, thought about it, and then looked at my sister, "Actually, personally, I like photography."

"Then buy a camera." My sister waved her hand with the bread gently, looking at me like a little nouveau riche, "I'll help you buy an expensive one."

Looking at my sister who cares more than me, I can't help but smile,

"I have never been exposed to photography, and I don't know any skills at all. Why buy such an expensive camera, and, don't you know there is a software called photoshop now?"

"However, I heard people say that those works that really won the International Photography Awards are all real photography works, not made by P."

"I am not a professional photographer, and I have no intention of winning the International Photography Award!"

"That's right!" My sister looked at me with a silly smile, "It's still my brother who's amazing."

I'm so good, I don't know where I'm so good.

Ten minutes is not too long, and after a while, the class starts again. After all, my sister's bread is still not finished.

History has been connected in the first class, and now it has officially entered the traditional culture class.

Traditional culture is a very broad concept. The Four Books, Five Classics, and Six Arts are traditional culture. Tang poetry, Song Ci Yuan Qu, Ming and Qing novels are also traditional culture.

Confucianism is a school, but many people think it is a sect. In general, no matter whether it is a school or a sect, Confucianism has become the core of our country's traditional culture since Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty "removed a hundred schools of thought".

The Tao of Confucius and Mencius is really too huge, and the ancients were immersed in it all their lives, and there are no one who can achieve success, so Lao Wei did not plan to tell us in detail.

Reading, in fact, does not have to be restricted to one family. It is true that "The Rules of Disciple" teaches us to be filial to our parents, respect our teachers, and treat our friends with sincerity, and "Cai Gen Tan" is also a classic reading for self-cultivation and moral cultivation.

Old Wei recommended many ancient scroll classics in the class, all of which are the condensed essence of our five thousand years of culture.

I took my sister's pen, and if I felt that it was necessary to read the books recommended by Lao Wei, I would make a record on paper. When the time came, I could borrow it from the school library, or buy it myself.

Traditional culture is too broad, even if he has given us a tree diagram of the course explanation during the class, but in one or two classes, there is no systematic logic at all.

In general, in these two classes, apart from the list of recommended books that I received a page of draft paper, the rest of the content can be described by the word "clouds and mists".

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, my sister couldn't wait to take out a white canvas handbag from the drawer box. I looked at her in surprise.

"You still have a bag."

"Mengmeng gave it to me, she designed it herself during the summer vacation, and then asked her family's clothing factory to make three, and gave one to me and Qianqian."

Saying that, my sister proudly raised the bag in front of me, "Does it look good?"

I reached out and took my sister's handbag. The main body is snow-white. The fasteners and the like look yellow. I guess it should be brass. Gold is too exaggerated.

I touched the material of the fabric, it felt like canvas, but it was softer than those canvas bags in the store.

There is no trademark, but an ink-colored landscape map is embroidered on the lower left corner of the bag. From the point of view of the embroidery work, the distance of the scene and the depth of the color are all exquisite, and it is indeed very delicate.

"It's pretty." I nodded sincerely.

"That's it!" My sister was a little proud.

"Did you know?" She pointed to the fabric of the handbag, "From picking hemp to threading, and finally weaving it into cloth, it's all handmade. Look at this button, you must think it's made of copper, but it's not. But it’s made of pure gold, and it’s also hand-carved bit by bit.”

Saying that, my sister brought the fasteners on the handbag in front of me,

"Have you seen the pattern above, the micro-engraving, you have to wear a magnifying glass to see it clearly." After speaking, the elder sister pointed to the embroidery in the lower left corner of the handbag, "Su embroidery among the three major embroidery, every stitch and every thread is Well thought out by masters."

Listening to her explanation, I was so frightened that I didn't dare to reach out and touch her handbag. It felt like every atom of this bag had been poured into people's efforts.

"Then... this bag should be expensive."

The elder sister nodded, "There is only one in the world. If it is broken, there will be no more."

I gave my sister a thumbs up,

"It's not good that you accept such an expensive gift so comfortably?"

My sister tilted her head and thought, "If Wu Lingfeng gave you a sports car as a testimony of your friendship, would you accept it?"

I chuckled and nodded, already understanding what my sister wanted to express.

With Wu Lingfeng's family background, an ordinary sports car to him, as long as he likes it, is like a remote control toy bought in a toy store.

And this bag, to Qin Mengmeng, is like a sports car to Wu Lingfeng.