Spring Festival Was Almost Here

It was afternoon.

Chen Shu had put on a long-sleeved shirt and no longer felt cold.

Through the window stretched an unbroken blue sky, with only a wisp of white cloud drifting across it. The sunlight was mild, and the crown of a tall tree reached up to the fourth floor, adding a touch of green to the plain sky outside. The weather could hardly have been better.

Chen Shu was doing Qingqing's nails again.

Chen Banxia sat beside them on a little stool, watching with rapt attention.

Compared with her, the young girl sitting two meters away on the sofa, absorbed in the television and utterly unconcerned with what her sister and brother-in-law were doing, was undoubtedly much cuter.

Today's design was a sugar-finish mirror manicure.

Two coats of Smoggy Gray-Blue No. 2.

A matte topcoat.

One minute under the lamp.

A mirror topcoat.

Holding Qingqing's hand, Chen Shu worked slowly and patiently, glancing out the window now and then. "Bai City really does have the best weather."

Chen Banxia watched eagerly. "Stop talking and hurry up. When you're done, do mine too."

Chen Shu answered calmly, "Ten yuan per nail."

"You heartless brat!"

"That's a bargain-basement price!"

"Why don't you charge your little girlfriend?"

"How could that be the same?"

"How is it different?"

"It's different." Chen Shu held Qingqing's hand and paused his work to explain patiently to Chen Banxia. "When I do yours, I'm doing yours. When I do Qingqing's, I'm actually doing it for myself. See the difference?"

"Heartless!!"

"Whatever..."

Chen Shu finished Qingqing's sugar-finish mirror manicure. Its simple, delicate, understated look suited her perfectly.

His phone buzzed twice.

He took it out and looked.

Chen Banxia: [Transfer]

A hundred yuan, no less.

Chen Banxia leaned in with a grin and held out both hands.