Lin Lu pushed the bicycle along.
Li Xiuli and her daughter, Lin Tang, walked arm in arm, whispering to each other.
"Tangtang, I'll say it again, be careful, and always have Qingqing with you when you go out doing anything.
Don't hesitate to spend money when you need to. Take care of your health, and send us a telegram when you get there, so your dad and I can rest easy."
Lin Tang thought of the banknote sleeve her mother had sewn into her clothes and couldn't help but laugh and cry.
Who would carry around a bank savings note on a trip?!
And why did her mom feel relieved just by her carrying a savings note?
Was this what the old saying meant by 'money bolstering one's bravery'?
"I know, Mom. Aren't you confident in me?"
Lin Tang smiled, diverting the topic.
"…Mom, I left something in your and Dad's room. Don't forget to take care of it when you go back."
