When Song Min returned home again, it was the end of April when spring flowers were blooming
The rape flowers and peach blossoms in my hometown are blooming in full bloom, competing for beauty, Yang Yang's reeds swaying, welcoming the arrival of this family of three
She had no choice but to do so. After Chen Qingnan was no longer the boss, she went to work as a nightclub security guard. The money from the mortgage and the money for raising children made them stretched.
Chen Qingnan's hometown is in the distant northeast, so he can't help
The usually fierce man held his head helplessly. At this time, Song Min's sadness after being betrayed by her husband turned into unbearable. She quickly thought of her parents and brother.
When Pan Hui held her daughter and her neighbors, the sharp-eyed Song Yiran suddenly jumped up because she saw a beautiful aunt, a fierce uncle and a dirty little boy of the same age walking towards them together.
She was in a good mood wearing her newly bought red dress from her mother. Her smart braids were swaying around, and the red rope bells on her ankles ringed.
Notice the movement of her daughter and the strange expression of her neighbor covering her mouth and talking about it. Pan Hui looked in curiously, and suddenly her temples hopped violently.
The woman's sixth sense told her that this little sister would not be happy when she came back
Even though Song Min, who had returned with a thick face, lost her arrogance at the beginning, her stubbornness made her chin lean higher, as if she wanted to cover up some embarrassing mood, she stepped directly into the house.
When her mother came out with a fume, the helplessness she had prepared to disguise suddenly turned into an intermittent choking.
Mo Hongjuan wanted to touch her grandson's little head, but Chen Muyang avoided it directly
He hid behind his mother, and was suddenly taken to his grandmother by his father: Call him grandmother
Grandma, he finished calling out softly, and still hid back behind Song Min
Song Min squatted down slowly and said: Muyang, can you go and play with your sister for a while? Just the little girl in the red skirt wants to talk about something about it, so let go first
Song Yiran, who was there, was also hiding behind her mother, and looked at her from time to time and told her that this was her cousin, who was the same age as her.
Children always like to play with their fellow friends of the same age. Song Yiran also wants to make friends with him, so she has a shy smile on her face.
She saw the little boy walking towards her hesitantly, and took a few steps and looked back at his uncle and aunt, and finally stood beside her at a loss.
It is particularly easy for children to play together. Their fun is simple. Maybe it is the ants crawling on the ground, maybe it is the flying geese passing through the sky, or the small fish flapping in the river.
The fun of Chen Muyang and Song Yiran is the kitchen earth stove
At first, Chen Muyang followed Pan Hui and Song Yiran awkwardly. Pan Hui witnessed her mother-in-law pulling her sister-in-law into the room intimately. She sensitively realized the upcoming transaction between them, so she let the two children warm their hands behind the earthen stove and laugh quietly. She quietly went back to the room and called her husband's unit.
Without her mother by her side, Song Yiran immediately boldly took out a half-black wooden stick from the fire, and smiled and painted it on the ground with coke.
She saw her brother staring at her with a surprised but respectful look. She proudly raised her chin, and her expression seemed to be saying: Look, I'm awesome
Chen Muyang stretched out his hand timidly, but was scared away by the temperature in the stove again and again.
He heard his sister's laughter as if she was so angry that she could not make a steel. Then a soft little hand was placed on his dirty little hand and helped him take out another wooden stick.
He imitated his sister's actions. This simple naughty made him feel gradually happy and he no longer felt unfamiliar with her
The bright red skirt is more colorful under the illumination of the stove, like a cloud in the sky. Her little face is round and her big eyes are black, which is completely different from his birth.
Brother, look, I drew a little flower
I can draw small clouds
What are you drawing? Sun Ah!
Then I will draw the moon again, and there are stars!
Song Yiran took him to the backyard to pull out a few mint leaves, and then took him to the open space in front of his house to play. One, two, three wooden people
Chen Muyang felt that the red rope bell on her feet was as beautiful as the songs her mother often played. The crisp sound came to an abrupt end when he suddenly turned his head. His sister was trying hard to make her moves, still, and her red little face was filled with a bright smile.
He suddenly didn't want to go home. He wanted to continue playing games with her here, but the gradually falling sun made him start to panic. His face was no longer as carefree happiness as before.
Song Yiran noticed that he seemed to have become back to the strange, shy little boy in the morning. Didn’t he... he doesn’t want to play with her anymore? Why, the wooden man is obviously so fun!
Just at this moment, Song Peirong, who had heard the news about the neighbor, came back with a bamboo basket. She called out Grandpa, and Song Peirong responded symbolically. Ranran. When the light of the light glanced at Chen Muyang, an angry white light suddenly burst out from her eyes.
He quickly threw down the bamboo basket, and the sickles inside collided with each other, and then the two children heard the old man's majestic rebuke as he was as arrogant as a bell.
They are very familiar with this voice and are very sensitive, and they know that the adults should be having an unhappy quarrel at this time.
As children, what can they do? Either hide in the corner of the wall with their ears, or stand obediently and wait for the adults to finish the matter before coming over.
When Song Peirong saw his daughter, he remained silent, but burst into silence and slapped her several times.
Song Min was beaten to the point of being star-stirring, she felt that her eyes were about to be hit to the ground
Sure enough, she still hates her father the most
But at this time, she still tried her best to recall her father's goodness so that she could ask for money even more shamelessly
Just as I thought of the money, a heavy ball of newspaper was suddenly stuffed into her hands
Knowing that you want money, your mother told me that you have taken it, that's enough, right? Get out of here, don't come back, get out with your man, it's dirty!
Song Peirong pushed her and Chen Qingnan outwards. When Song Min was pushed and staggered, she did not forget to flip through the things in the newspaper.
She saw a few drops of oil and mud near the heads of the four people on the 100 yuan banknotes, and remembered the rough and thick calluses that had been scraped on her cheeks when she was slapped just now. The old hands slashed across her cheeks like dead leaves
Large fields of rapeseed flowers not far away swaying in the soft spring breeze, with golden and emerald green contrasting
It was so vibrant, but a sudden loss suddenly arose in her heart. She was pushed onto the muddy road outside the door by her father like a soulless puppet.
You go away too!
Chen Muyang was also pushed away by Song Peirong, and his small body twisted back and forth to look back at Song Yiran from time to time.
Song Yiran squatted on the ground, and the corners of her red skirt had already pulled to the ground. She reluctantly supported her head and pouted her mouth. After her mother came out, she quickly hugged her thighs and rubbed her pants sadly.
Say goodbye to my brother
Song Yiran was picked up by Pan Hui, and her soft little hands waved
Goodbye to my brother. She repeated obediently, stammering softly. Finally, she saw that my brother was pulled away by the fierce uncle. Her staggered feet were stomping and mechanically pedaling up and down like steps.
She wondered, when will my younger brother come over to play with her again?
So she tilted her head and told her mother the doubts in her heart
Pan Hui glanced at her daughter coldly and said: Don't play with such children.
The rape flowers and peach blossoms in my hometown are blooming in full bloom, competing for beauty, Yang Yang's reeds swaying, welcoming the arrival of this family of three
She had no choice but to do so. After Chen Qingnan was no longer the boss, she went to work as a nightclub security guard. The money from the mortgage and the money for raising children made them stretched.
Chen Qingnan's hometown is in the distant northeast, so he can't help
The usually fierce man held his head helplessly. At this time, Song Min's sadness after being betrayed by her husband turned into unbearable. She quickly thought of her parents and brother.
When Pan Hui held her daughter and her neighbors, the sharp-eyed Song Yiran suddenly jumped up because she saw a beautiful aunt, a fierce uncle and a dirty little boy of the same age walking towards them together.
She was in a good mood wearing her newly bought red dress from her mother. Her smart braids were swaying around, and the red rope bells on her ankles ringed.
Notice the movement of her daughter and the strange expression of her neighbor covering her mouth and talking about it. Pan Hui looked in curiously, and suddenly her temples hopped violently.
The woman's sixth sense told her that this little sister would not be happy when she came back
Even though Song Min, who had returned with a thick face, lost her arrogance at the beginning, her stubbornness made her chin lean higher, as if she wanted to cover up some embarrassing mood, she stepped directly into the house.
When her mother came out with a fume, the helplessness she had prepared to disguise suddenly turned into an intermittent choking.
Mo Hongjuan wanted to touch her grandson's little head, but Chen Muyang avoided it directly
He hid behind his mother, and was suddenly taken to his grandmother by his father: Call him grandmother
Grandma, he finished calling out softly, and still hid back behind Song Min
Song Min squatted down slowly and said: Muyang, can you go and play with your sister for a while? Just the little girl in the red skirt wants to talk about something about it, so let go first
Song Yiran, who was there, was also hiding behind her mother, and looked at her from time to time and told her that this was her cousin, who was the same age as her.
Children always like to play with their fellow friends of the same age. Song Yiran also wants to make friends with him, so she has a shy smile on her face.
She saw the little boy walking towards her hesitantly, and took a few steps and looked back at his uncle and aunt, and finally stood beside her at a loss.
It is particularly easy for children to play together. Their fun is simple. Maybe it is the ants crawling on the ground, maybe it is the flying geese passing through the sky, or the small fish flapping in the river.
The fun of Chen Muyang and Song Yiran is the kitchen earth stove
At first, Chen Muyang followed Pan Hui and Song Yiran awkwardly. Pan Hui witnessed her mother-in-law pulling her sister-in-law into the room intimately. She sensitively realized the upcoming transaction between them, so she let the two children warm their hands behind the earthen stove and laugh quietly. She quietly went back to the room and called her husband's unit.
Without her mother by her side, Song Yiran immediately boldly took out a half-black wooden stick from the fire, and smiled and painted it on the ground with coke.
She saw her brother staring at her with a surprised but respectful look. She proudly raised her chin, and her expression seemed to be saying: Look, I'm awesome
Chen Muyang stretched out his hand timidly, but was scared away by the temperature in the stove again and again.
He heard his sister's laughter as if she was so angry that she could not make a steel. Then a soft little hand was placed on his dirty little hand and helped him take out another wooden stick.
He imitated his sister's actions. This simple naughty made him feel gradually happy and he no longer felt unfamiliar with her
The bright red skirt is more colorful under the illumination of the stove, like a cloud in the sky. Her little face is round and her big eyes are black, which is completely different from his birth.
Brother, look, I drew a little flower
I can draw small clouds
What are you drawing? Sun Ah!
Then I will draw the moon again, and there are stars!
Song Yiran took him to the backyard to pull out a few mint leaves, and then took him to the open space in front of his house to play. One, two, three wooden people
Chen Muyang felt that the red rope bell on her feet was as beautiful as the songs her mother often played. The crisp sound came to an abrupt end when he suddenly turned his head. His sister was trying hard to make her moves, still, and her red little face was filled with a bright smile.
He suddenly didn't want to go home. He wanted to continue playing games with her here, but the gradually falling sun made him start to panic. His face was no longer as carefree happiness as before.
Song Yiran noticed that he seemed to have become back to the strange, shy little boy in the morning. Didn’t he... he doesn’t want to play with her anymore? Why, the wooden man is obviously so fun!
Just at this moment, Song Peirong, who had heard the news about the neighbor, came back with a bamboo basket. She called out Grandpa, and Song Peirong responded symbolically. Ranran. When the light of the light glanced at Chen Muyang, an angry white light suddenly burst out from her eyes.
He quickly threw down the bamboo basket, and the sickles inside collided with each other, and then the two children heard the old man's majestic rebuke as he was as arrogant as a bell.
They are very familiar with this voice and are very sensitive, and they know that the adults should be having an unhappy quarrel at this time.
As children, what can they do? Either hide in the corner of the wall with their ears, or stand obediently and wait for the adults to finish the matter before coming over.
When Song Peirong saw his daughter, he remained silent, but burst into silence and slapped her several times.
Song Min was beaten to the point of being star-stirring, she felt that her eyes were about to be hit to the ground
Sure enough, she still hates her father the most
But at this time, she still tried her best to recall her father's goodness so that she could ask for money even more shamelessly
Just as I thought of the money, a heavy ball of newspaper was suddenly stuffed into her hands
Knowing that you want money, your mother told me that you have taken it, that's enough, right? Get out of here, don't come back, get out with your man, it's dirty!
Song Peirong pushed her and Chen Qingnan outwards. When Song Min was pushed and staggered, she did not forget to flip through the things in the newspaper.
She saw a few drops of oil and mud near the heads of the four people on the 100 yuan banknotes, and remembered the rough and thick calluses that had been scraped on her cheeks when she was slapped just now. The old hands slashed across her cheeks like dead leaves
Large fields of rapeseed flowers not far away swaying in the soft spring breeze, with golden and emerald green contrasting
It was so vibrant, but a sudden loss suddenly arose in her heart. She was pushed onto the muddy road outside the door by her father like a soulless puppet.
You go away too!
Chen Muyang was also pushed away by Song Peirong, and his small body twisted back and forth to look back at Song Yiran from time to time.
Song Yiran squatted on the ground, and the corners of her red skirt had already pulled to the ground. She reluctantly supported her head and pouted her mouth. After her mother came out, she quickly hugged her thighs and rubbed her pants sadly.
Say goodbye to my brother
Song Yiran was picked up by Pan Hui, and her soft little hands waved
Goodbye to my brother. She repeated obediently, stammering softly. Finally, she saw that my brother was pulled away by the fierce uncle. Her staggered feet were stomping and mechanically pedaling up and down like steps.
She wondered, when will my younger brother come over to play with her again?
So she tilted her head and told her mother the doubts in her heart
Pan Hui glanced at her daughter coldly and said: Don't play with such children.
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