Another family showed great respect, Wen Xiaohua's parents personally attended the banquet, and that day she shook hands with my mother, saying softly, "Happy birthday, Auntie."
I watched as my mother's eyes lit up: "Is this Xiaohua? Such a beautiful girl."
From that moment on, she had a deep and favorable impression of Wen Xiaohua, because at that banquet Xiaohua also spontaneously performed a piano piece, "Little Green Apple," demonstrating proficient skills, not inferior to a professional.
Ah, such a girl commands respect and admiration, with a flawless, dazzling aura about her. But she's not someone a person full of flaws like me would be worthy of. So, not long after, when my mother wanted me to send some fine cigarettes and liquor from South America to the Wen Family as a return gift, I firmly refused.
"Either let the driver deliver them, or if you think that's not impressive enough, go yourself. Why should I be the one to do it?" I said.
My mother glared at me fiercely.
