Chapter 506: Chapter 506: My Big Brother Is My Role Model
Tang Li tucked her backpack under her arm and squatted down in front of him: “Then you should hurry and send a secret message, and when the time comes, I’ll say it was you who sneaked me in.”
The little guy clearly didn’t expect this tactic and puffed his cheeks, glaring.
Tang Li stood up and walked in the other direction.
Song Jingtian walked the Corgi, following behind step by step, incessantly talking: “Don’t you run off, the security here is tight, I can’t cover for you if something happens.”
Tang Li casually responded, not slowing her pace.
“How did you get in?” Song Jingtian asked.
Tang Li counterasked: “Is it uncomfortable living here?”
The little guy whined: “How could it be uncomfortable? It’s eating, drinking, peeing, pooping as usual. Of course, there are bad sides too; my brother took away my tablet.”
“Because of your Weibo account?”
Song Jingtian glared at her.
Looking at the little guy with rosy cheeks and shiny white teeth, Tang Li asked again: “I heard you’re transferring schools?”
Speaking of this, Song Jingtian was somewhat proud: “After finishing second grade next year, I plan to skip a grade. After elementary school, I’ll go straight to Huangyan Military Academy’s affiliate middle school, then skip two more grades. That time, my brother will certainly still be in his term. After I get into Huangyan Military Academy, I’ll also be like my brother, serving as a soldier for a few years, gaining experience and then become an official. In the future, our Song family can produce two Presidents.”
Song Jingtian crossed his hands behind his back, puffing out his little belly: “My brother is my role model. Aside from being the President, I haven’t yet found another job that matches my status.”
“…” Tang Li slightly tugged at the corner of her mouth.
The little guy, glancing sideways at her, said: “Someone like you could barely qualify as a spokesperson for Tan Palace when I take office.”
“Well, thank you for that.”
Just then, Aunt Min appeared at the edge of the lawn.
She had come looking for Song Jingtian.
Seeing Tang Li and her, Aunt Min approached, her gaze falling on Song Jingtian: “As soon as you got back, you were fussing to watch ‘Original Sin’. They’ve already turned on the TV in the living room for you, so why did you run out here?”
Hearing this, Song Jingtian’s cheeks turned red.
He glanced at Tang Li from the corner of his eye: “I wouldn’t watch it if our teacher hadn’t asked.”
Aunt Min turned her head and looked kindly at Tang Li: “Since Miss Tang is here as well, why don’t you come upstairs for a bit? Especially in the evenings this season, insects will come out on the lawn.”
Tang Li glanced up at the second floor of Tan Palace.
Noticing her hesitation, Aunt Min smiled slightly: “The old lady is resting in her room. She probably won’t wake up until about five o’clock, which is still more than half an hour from now.”
After hearing this, Tang Li no longer declined.
As soon as they entered the living room, Song Jingtian let go of the leash, climbed onto the Roche Bobois sofa, grabbed the remote control to change the channel, and noticing Tang Li looking at the paintings on the wall, he specially introduced: “That’s ‘Heavenly Curtain’ by Sean Scully, and this one.”
Saying this, he got down from the sofa, pointing to another abstract painting on the wall that looked like a splash of red ink: “Guess who painted it?”
Seeing his mysterious act, Tang Li named two graffiti artists: “Jean/Mitchell/Basquiat? Julie/Mei Letu?”
“Wrong!” The little guy with chubby hands put them behind his back, his expression slightly shy: “I painted it when I was five years old, my brother thought it was good, so we hung it here after we moved in.”