Eighties Sweetheart Wife

Little Asheng has always felt that he is loved by everyone.

Be confident in your own cuteness.

This was scolded by Mr. Ji without giving him any face. Tears suddenly filled his eyes and he felt so aggrieved that he wanted to cry.

He glared at Old Man Ji and pursed his lips: "Bad grandpa, I will ignore you."

Song Mingbo hurriedly hugged his sobbing brother and winked at his sister. The three siblings greased the soles of their feet very quickly.

It was almost time for Old Man Ji to take out the ten yuan from his pocket to buy snacks for Asheng, but he didn't even give it away.

Old Man Ji looked unpredictable.

The next moment, without any further delay, there was a tricycle converted from a bicycle, also known as a driver who rides a donkey backward, at the door.

Mr. Ji told the address, and the man smiled: "What a coincidence, I'm from the Lishu Brigade. Let's leave now. We can get there in three hours."

It has to be said that Fendou Commune is close to the county seat. If it is remote, you will have to take a car.

Old Man Ji didn't answer, and he didn't dare to ask Ji Chunxiu of the Lishu Brigade.

In fact, he just wanted to go with a few children to see the grandson the stinky girl mentioned.

But he still didn't dare.

What if Ji Chunxiu of Lishu Brigade is not his daughter?

The man was very strong and rode very fast. He disappeared after a while.

Song Yunuan looked away, Old Man Ji believed him, he was going to the Struggle Commune.

But she couldn't hide her curiosity and asked her eldest brother: "Brother, is the matter between Old Man Ji and the female disciple true or false?"

Before Song Mingbo could speak, Song Mingsheng pursed his lips: "Looking at his angry look, it must be true. Huh, he must have fallen in love with the female disciple, and then his daughter ran away from home in dissatisfaction. What a man in this world." , there are not many good ones!”

Song Yunuan:......

She patted Asheng's little fat butt: "Who did you learn this old-fashioned tone from?"

Five-year-old Song Mingsheng said confusedly: "That's what Grandma Sun next door said."

"Don't listen to those old ladies chatting anymore."

Song Mingsheng didn't seem to hear his sister's instructions, because he saw two children, about six or seven years old, walking over. Each of them had a biscuit in their hand and enjoyed it. They even deliberately stopped in front of Song Mingsheng to eat.

I saw Song Mingsheng put his fingers into his mouth, and his saliva flowed out.

Song Mingbo walked faster this time.

Song Mingsheng lay on his elder brother's shoulder and wiped his fingers.

She complained to Song Yunuan aggrievedly: "Sister, during the Chinese New Year last year, our dad bought half a catty of biscuits. At the end of the day, I only had one piece. Grandma was partial and gave two pieces to my uncle's Huzi."

It can be analyzed from the situation at home.

Mrs. Song is a little biased.

The food at home is also distributed to the uncle's family. From time to time, the second aunt comes to ask for food. Then, the uncle's salary has never been given to grandma.

It was not easy for her to get two cents from her uncle.

As the parents of the eldest brother and sister-in-law, they feel that it is natural for them to take care of their two younger brothers.

This must have been brainwashed by the old lady.

Then Song Mingsheng began to scold him.

Song Yunuan's eyes widened in surprise.

This younger brother must have a very good memory.

I remember how many biscuits there were in total, and everyone shared them. I remember the words and actions of the people at that time, and I also remember how grandma secretly gave an extra piece to my uncle's husband.

"...I only have one piece, that...my sister yelled angrily, and grandma gave her another piece. Huzi told me that he could do tricks and bite the crescent moon for me, but he bit off most of the piece in one bite. , woo woo woo..."

That sister is talking about Qin Siqi, right?

The little guy cried so hard when he thought of the sad past.

Obviously he is the youngest, but in the end, he falls into the sky.

A handful of cookie crumbs.

Song Mingbo didn't seem to care and patted his younger brother's butt: "Grandpa loves you so much. Didn't all the delicious food go into your mouth?"

Song Yunuan touched his pocket and looked at the tearful little fat man. He was so poor, with only five cents in his pocket.

But you can buy maltose for your brother from the mobile cart on the roadside.

But she still asked Song Mingbo: "Are you rich?"

Song Mingbo said with embarrassment and guilt: "I originally had one yuan, but I bought a meal ticket this morning."

Fortunately, the maltose dipped in sesame is just five cents a piece.

Song Mingsheng stopped crying immediately after eating maltose.

Song Yunuan looked at her elder brother: "Do you know that Asheng has such a good memory?"

"I know, but he's very greedy. I have to coax him with food to teach him how to count."

Song Yunuan:......

So their family is really cannon fodder, little cannon fodder without any bright spots.

Song Yunuan remembered something: "Brother, do you have a book about musical notation?"

Song Mingbo didn't ask his sister why she wanted books, so he took his younger siblings to school. After a while, he took out two books, both about musical notation.

Song Yunuan put the book into her satchel and said to Song Mingbo: "Brother, you go back to school. I will take Asheng to stay at my uncle's house for one night. I may return to the village tomorrow afternoon."

The two brothers and sisters said a few words, and the initial strangeness and awkwardness were long gone.

Blood relationship is really magical sometimes.

At this moment, a female classmate ran out of the campus, holding several books in her hand, and shouted from a distance: "Song Mingbo, I have several books about staffs here."

Song Mingbo looked at Song Yunuan in a panic.

Song Yunuan's eyes suddenly lit up.

He grabbed Song Mingbo and asked, "Brother, who is this?"

Song Mingbo: "I...my deskmate, her name is He Yaxuan..."

【He Yaxuan...】

Song Mingbo immediately became nervous.

【Never heard of it. 】

Song Mingbo couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or happy.

At this time, He Yaxuan had already ran over. She was a little girl with bright eyes and white teeth, a round face, and she looked very cute.

He handed all the books to Song Mingbo: "Not all of them are mine, but also those of several other classmates."

Then he smiled at Song Yunuan and hurried into the school.

Song Yunuan put all the books in her satchel and urged her eldest brother to go back to class quickly without sending them off.

And he gave a stern warning: "Brother, don't do the same thing as before. Our family's future depends on you. You have to work hard and get into a good university..."

Song Mingbo clenched his fist: "I will study hard!"

The seventeen-year-old boy was tall and handsome, and his eyes were shining because of these words.

When he entered the school, Song Mingsheng held maltose in his mouth and pointed at his eldest brother: "Look, eldest brother, when he enters the school, he always steps with his right foot first."

Song Yunuan:......

She took her younger brother to the fertilizer factory first, informed Old Man Song who was waiting in line to receive the fertilizer, and then went to the lumber factory.

The two siblings were a little tired, so they sat in the leeward place.

Song Mingsheng said worriedly: "My aunt doesn't like people visiting her house. Will she kick us out?"

"No way?" Song Yunuan also said with some uncertainty.

"Sister, I'm hungry. Why don't we go home with grandpa? What if my aunt doesn't cook for us?"

"If you don't cook for us, then why don't you cook for uncle and Huzi?"

If it weren't for something happening tomorrow, Song Yunuan wouldn't want to come to her uncle's house.

My aunt is a little helper.