Chapter 362 A small goal
Leaving Xiang Nuan's heart from Mina has been scattering. The name Yu Xin kept waving in front of her. He has been paying attention to himself, but has never appeared in her life again. Does that mean that he has found a way to start a new life even though he has not found the way back?
It’s not impossible to change the plot. She looked up at the sky, as always, without any hint.
Forget it, don't bother me, everyone is safe.
This time she encountered such a big accident, Yu Xin didn't show up. If it were the case, he might have emerged from some corner. Doesn't this mean that he is also working hard to open a new line?
Xiang Nuan took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress the urge to go to the bookstore.
"Where is Ranran?"
She returned home and saw Uncle Huo standing in the center of the living room, staring at the study room without turning around, and also looked at him curiously.
Uncle Huo nodded his mouth, and saw a ball of paper and a colored pen throwing out from time to time, but Ran Ran couldn't see him.
"Are you playing magic?" She opened her eyes wide and didn't see anything.
"It's almost the same." Xiang Nuan smiled. Uncle Huo's way of raising a baby is even looser than hers. No matter how wild you are, I think I will continue to adapt to all changes.
"I bought ice cream. Is it wrong to call him now?"
Uncle Huo raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "I think it's almost done in another half an hour." >
"Is it necessary to become a living person?" Xiang Nuan smiled and put the ice cream in the refrigerator: "I'll wash my hands and change my clothes first, and wait for me to witness the miracle."
Uncle Huo couldn't help laughing as she watched her move upstairs with brisk steps. It would have been a devil if Jiang Yunhui saw Jiang Ranran’s troubles and rushed into the study immediately.
Ten minutes later, Xiang Nuan was stunned when she stood at the entrance of the stairs.
Oh my God, is this living person? !
Jiang Ranran wrapped herself in various colored papers to look like Nezha. He stood with a hug with a full sense of vigor, obviously very satisfied with his style.
She almost pinched herself, and her brain turned several times, trying to find the key points that Jiang Ranran wanted to show. Cosplay? Chinese style animation? She looked at Uncle Huo with help, but saw that he was even more confused than himself.
"How about the clothes I designed?!" Jiang Ranran's crisp voice woke her up. Clothing design! But where are there clothes? Does this piece of paper represent clothes?
She tried hard to hold back her smile and drew a circle for Ranran with her fingers: "Two steps, models have to show off their clothes, just take two steps." Jiang Ranran learned As the model looked, the paper was rubbing and rubbing, and a few of them were shaking off, making it so easy to pick it up. "Oh, I can't move around, I can only watch." He explained anxiously while glueing the falling paper back to its original position.
"How hard is this kind of paper? Why don't you use a tissue?"
Shu Huo was shocked and dropped his chin. Jiang Ranran struggled for more than a day and created such a performance art. As a result, Xiang Nuan was even more amazing and could actually match Ranran. In a brain circuit. "The facial tissue is too small and too difficult, and it is difficult to color it, and it is dizzy at all the colored pens." Jiang Ranran's mouth turned and felt aggrieved.
He looked back at the study and said, "Okay, a bunch of tissues of various colors witnessed his repeated failures."
"Then why not just make it with fabric?"
"Hehe..." Jiang Ranran smiled strangely, and Xiang Nuan's back felt cold. She stretched her neck and looked deep into the study, and vaguely saw the torn sleeves of her clothes "death" in the local area. "The fabric is too soft and cannot be spliced."
The reason is quite sufficient, and it cannot be said that there is no practice.
Uncle Huo suddenly changed his expression and he quickly walked into the study. Fortunately, it’s a blessing to not cut the curtains. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw a big hole in the corner of the sofa, and almost fainted. "Listen to me, I see that the pattern is more suitable. You... don't worry..."
Jiang Ranran said as she ran away, all the paper clothes on her body were dispersed, scattered all over the ground like an animation special effect.
Xiang Nuan was about to laugh and asked while blocking Uncle Huo and Ranran, "Why do you think of making clothes?"
"Grandpa said he wanted to learn from you. Find your own goal." Ranran hid behind Xiang Nuan, and became more confident.
"Oh, I understand." Xiang Nuan looked back at him: "Grandpa is asking you to find a goal that suits you, not to let you take my goal as your goal."
"It's my own goal. You design clothes for adults, and I design clothes for children."
No problem! When mother and son work together, their advantage will be cut off! Xiang Nuan thought about it and simply reached out and slapped him. "Where are you who cut the broken sand and make clothes? Creation can be done, but you can't ruin anything else." Uncle Huo had a calm face. It seemed that he had to teach both the mother and the son well. "Grandpa is right. It's commendable to think and do, but he has to bear the blame if he makes a mistake. The money he buys the sofa is deducted from your pocket money." Xiang Nuan stood there for a second Uncle Huo followed him with a helping voice.
Jiang Ranran was about to change her face, but suddenly her eyes rolled. Pocket money? How can he have pocket money? He has never bought anything by himself, and his father will not be assured to let him bring his own money.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Xiang Nuan had known what the little guy was thinking, and shaved his nose and said, "Don't have pocket money? Then you can deduct it from the money you earn from designing clothes."
What? Can you still make money? That means I can continue to design clothes? ! Will anyone buy it? Light flashed in Jiang Ranran's eyes, and problems stimulated his little heart.
"Can I start a clothing show too?"
"Why not?"
"There are models? The ones with super large exhibition halls? The ones that many people see?!"
After the advanced version, Xiang Nuan was amused by him.
"It depends on whether the product you designed is popular or whether there is a market. The display serves the works, and without good works, everything is useless."
Jiang Ranran applauded suddenly , I understand! He turned around and was about to plunge into the study again, and was hugged by Xiang Nuan.
"Use this place first, then here," she knocked on his forehead and little hands, "I can't achieve my goal if I do it recklessly."
"Then... would you like to teach me?"
"I don't teach students who give up halfway through the popularity of three minutes."
"A word is determined, pull the hook! Whoever gives up is a puppy! "
Xiang Nuan looked at Uncle Huo: "Then you are the witness. Please write down the money for the money you posted in the sofa first."
Jiang Ranran jumped up excitedly. This matter is fun. He could even think of how he started a clothing exhibition.
"Let's celebrate for the small goals you set?" Xiang Nuan held his little hand as if he was a real partner. Jiang Ranran couldn't help but tremble and nodded solemnly. "Come on, let the most delicious ice cream witness this moment!" Xiang Nuan pulled Ranran and ran to the kitchen.
Uncle Huo followed behind with a smile on his face, and suddenly he thought that he again covered the sofa with a big hole.
Let it testify together, until Ranran replaces it with her own hands...