Hearing old Mr. Su asking for her help, Lu Mian didn't agree right away.
Kicking pebbles along the road, she asked patiently, "What is it?"
"Mianmian, you're really good with computers, and it's called programming, right? I, an old man, don't understand those things. I would like to ask you to teach someone."
"You want me to teach someone programming?"
"Yes," old Mr. Su's tone became even kinder, "Just teach her casually, and if she likes it and has a talent for it, we can make long-term plans. If it's just a whim of hers, then it's even simpler; you can..."
"Okay," Lu Mian didn't say much, and agreed to it.
She didn't like listening to long-winded reasons. If she was asked for help, she would help if she wanted to, and refuse if she didn't want to.
Old Mr. Su was good to her, and it was not a difficult task, so she agreed offhand.
