h good morals.
He looked stunning in a simple short-sleeved shirt.
He was as charismatic as the actors found in movies.
No wonder he was so popular among women despite having a child.

People told him that he was very young and many men his age weren’t even married yet.

He was a father, but he was only human.
As a human, he had his own desires.
He didn’t smoke or drink and he spent all his money on his daughter.
So now, since he felt like buying a car, who was she, as his daughter, to stop him from doing so?

She felt like she wasn’t being very filial…

“Alright then.” Luo Shuyan unhappily nodded.

‘Since the old man likes it, why not.’

What else could she do but agree?

Luo Tianyuan was amused by his daughter’s expression and reached to pinch her chubby cheeks.
 “Papa will ask around for a suitable second-hand car.
I’ll try to buy it before National Day, it’ll be just in time to take you and Shen Yan out for a spin.”

Shen Yan’s hands were holding onto the straps of his backpack.
His expression was very calm.

A few fifth graders stood guard at the school gates to check if each of them had brought their red scarves*.

*The red scarf is a neckerchief worn by young pioneers of several countries during the socialist (“communist”) era.

“Oh no, I left my scarf at home,” Luo Shuyan panicked.

The school was very strict.
Students who didn’t bring their red scarves weren’t allowed on school grounds and their names were taken down.
The small vendors outside the school saw it as a business opportunity.
So, in addition to selling ice popsicles, spicy sticks, haw flakes and pork jerky, they also sold red scarves.
It wasn’t expensive and elementary school students definitely had enough pocket money to buy new ones.
It was better than heading home again, reporting late for school, and having their names taken down.

Luo Tianyuan had just left.
Luo Shuyan was about to take out her money to buy a scarf before Shen Yan tugged her by her bag.

He was half a head taller than her despite being only half a year older than her.

“Ah!” Luo Shuyan exclaimed and before she could reprimand him, he said, “I brought yours along with me, there’s no need to buy a new one.”


The vendor missed a chance to make a deal and promptly shifted his gaze towards other hapless little children.

Shen Yan took out a red scarf from the side pocket of his bag.
He paused before he shoved it to her in contempt.
“How long has it been since school started? You’ve bought at least ten new ones.”

‘You’re so forgetful.’

“Mhmp.” Luo Shuyan put on the scarf and whispered, “I’m saving for a rainy day.”

At first, she found it childish to wear the red scarf.
Then, she realized that the little kids in her class reacted proudly when they received the scarf from their teacher.
They were finally part of the Young Pioneers of China*; the scarf was a symbol of honor.
Third and fourth graders would write essays with sentences such as — ‘The red scarf I wore shone brighter than day!”

*The Young Pioneers of China, often shortened to the Young Pioneers, is a mass youth organization for children aged six to fourteen in the People’s Republic of China.
The Young Pioneers of China is run by the Communist Youth League, an organization of older youth that comes under the Chinese Communist Party.

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