Betsy Sutton spent over an hour going wild in the amusement park. She was a bit reserved initially, but after Bartley Smith joined in, she threw all her reservations to the wind, and when it came time to leave, she felt a bit reluctant.
"If you want to come back, just give me a call anytime."
Bartley Smith pulled a red envelope from his pocket and handed it to Betsy Sutton.
"New Year's red envelope."
"But I didn't prepare anything."
In Betsy Sutton's understanding, only elders give New Year's money to the younger generation.
Bartley Smith stopped her: "Just take it, no need to return it, it's not much, just for luck."
Betsy Sutton reached out to take it: "Thank you."
You are really good to me.
She thought about saying this, but didn't voice it, feeling it was a bit ambiguous.
This year, for Betsy Sutton, was unforgettable. She thought she probably would never forget it in her lifetime.
Winter break passed by quickly.
