Huayu: Starting by piggybacking on the fame of "Fairy Mom"

Chapter 90 Tong Liya's Changes

Western Xinjiang, Yili.

After finishing her call with Liu Qianqian, Tong Liya stuffed her phone into her pocket and plunged into the vegetable market.

Her purpose for this trip was to find out where the markets selling mutton, watermelon, and cantaloupe were located.

She couldn't understand why Liu Qianqian wanted her to find these things, since she couldn't take them with her. She was just asking her to eat a whole sheep when they arrived—she knew Liu Qianqian loved barbecue skewers.

Having money means you can do whatever you want. Last month, Liu Qianqian also transferred money to her, the same amount as Fan Bingbing.

She was terrified and burst into tears. She was worried that they were stealing money from the adults, and if she found out, they would definitely be beaten to death.

Unlike the coast, the western frontier is different. Even though both her parents work, their income is not high. At twelve years old, she understands the value of money even more.

Liu Qianqian bluntly stated, "We're not short of money, you can spend it as you like, just don't dance in the sun to earn tips. In this sweltering summer, if you get your face tanned, you'll really become a dark-skinned girl."

Liu Qianqian was amused by Zhou Xiaobai's comment that Tong Liya was a dark-skinned girl, but she thought that if she really was dark-skinned, it wouldn't be a good thing.

None of us are bad-looking, you can't spoil our good looks—this was Liu Qianqian's teasing remark to her.

Therefore, Tong Liya has basically been out of the public eye this year. Even in the sweltering summer, she wears a headscarf—just to prove them wrong and stop them from calling her "dark-skinned girl."

At that moment, she was secretly gloating: Hmph! In a couple of days, I'll dazzle you all.

After finding what she needed to buy, she flew home.

But as soon as she entered the house, Tong's mother caught her, and the mother and daughter began to discuss their artistic life.

Holding the test paper, Tong's mother frowned: "Yaya, come here, admire your masterpiece—'My Dream is to Be a Dancer.' A 500-word essay, and you managed to make up half a hundred with spelling mistakes. You even wrote 'scoop' instead of 'dance'? Are you dreaming of scooping rice to eat?" Tong's mother's sarcastic remark was precise, not very hurtful, but extremely insulting.

Ms. Li, Tong Liya's neighbor, is also her Chinese teacher. She brought home the short essay for the end of the semester.

Tong Liya lowered her head, her small hands nervously twisting the hem of her clothes, as quiet as a chicken, as if there was rice on the ground to peck at.

"You're all free to roam outside, but at home you're just a little quail." Tong's mother rubbed her temples as she scolded her, "Teacher Liu even complained that you wanted to go to Jiangcheng to steal her little cousin and even wanted to beat up her little cousin." After saying that, Tong's mother couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She witnessed her daughter, Liu Qianqian, and Fan Bingbing behaving recklessly at an exchange meeting last year.

Later, her daughter adopted a younger brother, and she knew about it.

Over the past year, my daughter and her three best friends have been inseparable.

Whenever Zhou Xiaobai is bullied by her older sister, she runs to her own daughter to complain, which she finds hilarious.

Liu Xiaoli called today to ask about Tong Liya's situation, and she was a little puzzled—

Liu Xiaoli has recently become very famous; she happened to see the dance to "Little Apple" on TV.

The dance music paired with the song was easy to understand and very funny. She never expected that this great artist would switch careers to dancing like this.

Tong Liya remained silent.

Tong's mother, already used to her daughter's taciturn nature at home, dropped a bombshell: "Sigh, it seems we need to make some plans. I'll give you two options, choose one:"

Tong Liya finally managed to hum out, "Mom...you go ahead."

Seeing her daughter's docile demeanor, Tong's mother felt both love and worry.

My daughter has always been a good girl. Last year, I took her to Jiangcheng to broaden her horizons and build her courage. The choice was right, but it went completely astray – she was like a big rooster outside, but a little chick at home.

Thinking of this, Tong's mother slammed her hand on the table and raised her voice: "Can't you speak louder? Show me the kind of unruly behavior you and your two girlfriends have! Don't—"

Before she could finish speaking, Tong Liya interrupted her with a loud shout: "So what if you want to look!"

"puff!"

Tong's mother pointed at her, her fingers trembling, "You...you—"

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean,' tell me, which two?" Tong Liya tilted her head back, revealing prominent veins.

"Wow, you dare to argue with your mother?" Tong's mother was stunned, then burst into laughter. After laughing, she said, "Yes, that's how it should be. Be normal at home, don't yell. Mom won't hit you, what are you afraid of?"

She counted on her fingers:

"First rule: Choose to enroll in a summer tutoring program and attend classes every day. Let's see if a miracle happens."

"Second rule: Come with me to local performances whenever you have free time. You used to be so dark-skinned, like a lump of coal just dug out of the ground. Now you're so pale it's unsettling. This won't do. Get some sun more often. Performing will increase your stage experience, and your dreams will come true."

Hearing this, Tong Liya was stunned. She said anxiously, "Mom, we finally got our skin cleaned up, and you...you're going to push me back into the coal pit?"

My skin used to be dark because I accompanied my mother on tours.

The winds are strong in western Xinjiang, the terrain is high, and the ultraviolet rays are intense. Her delicate skin was transformed into a dark-skinned woman.

For the past six months, she has been learning to wrap her head in a headscarf like the ethnic minorities in the border regions, and no matter how her mother tries to coax or entice her, she refuses to go out, even developing heat rash in the sweltering summer.

He endured six months of hardship, all for the sake of making a name for himself.

The key point is that I'm going to be traveling the world with my friends this summer, how can I hang out with you?

Seeing her daughter's anxious expression, Tong's mother smiled and teased, "What do you want to do if you don't go? Do you want to go to Jiangcheng to find Zhou Xiaobai and Liu Qianqian?"

Liu Xiaoli talked a lot on the phone today, basically telling her to keep a close eye on him and not let him run away, because the weather is nice now, unlike in winter.

"No way, I don't have any money." Tong Liya wasn't going to fall for it.

Over the past year, her friends have shared everything they need, and at this crucial moment, she has been extra careful in everything she does.

She had already made contingency plans; she hadn't even packed her luggage.

Liu Qianqian instructed: "Besides your ID card, mobile phone, and bank card, you don't need to bring anything else. Let's go shopping!"

"Oh! No money? Didn't you say you were going to save money to buy Xiaobai a train ticket?" Tong's mother teased.

Liu Xiaoli had told her about this before. She hadn't mentioned it before because she wanted to see what kind of tricks her daughter could come up with.

She was happy about her daughter's change. She used to think that her gentle nature was a blessing, but later she worried that her daughter would be taken advantage of when she went out.

But after returning from Jiangcheng last year, she changed. Her neighbor, Teacher Li, told her that she became much more mischievous at school.

But at home he still acts like a quail, which makes her feel frustrated and powerless, which is why she did what she just did.

Unexpectedly, this provocation really brought out her true colors.

Tong Liya had been bickering with Zhou Xiaobai and the others a lot lately, and a lie slipped out of her mouth: "That was to comfort him. He's a little brother, you always have to coax him."

"Oh! So you're upset that I didn't give you a little brother to pamper?" Aunt Tong joked, then asked, "Which one do you choose?"

"Mom... first rule... rest for a few days before registering." Tong Liya shrugged and hummed softly, turning into a well-behaved little quail.

Tong's mother was taken aback, looking at her daughter with a complicated expression—"With your ability to change your expression, dancing is a waste. You might as well just act!"