Eighties Sweetheart Wife

In the yard, Song Mingsheng grabbed his sister's clothes and refused to let go, but Song Yunuan ruthlessly opened them.

Obviously, Qin Siqi knew her brother's ability.

How she knew it, she didn't know now.

But her brother made an agreement with her last night, it depends on whether he can do it.

This ability is a bit annoying.

The main reason is that the Song family has no power. Even if his younger brother is Mr. Ji's grandson, Mr. Ji can protect him.

Thinking about it carefully, Song Yunuan felt a little sad.

Or else dedicate Asheng to the country?

The country should be able to protect him, but doesn't this ability take away the job of a master of cultural relic appraisal?

And my brother is still a child, so that’s not right!

Song Yunuan shook off the random thoughts in her mind.

Xiujuan is a cute little girl, one year older than Asheng, almost a miniature version of Lin Jia.

Song Mingbo originally went to play with his friends, but when he heard that there was an uninvited guest at home, he hurried back.

I happened to see this scene just now.

He stood next to Song Yunuan, and when he was about to speak, Song Yunuan slapped the back of his hand.

Xiujuan is a real child, she doesn't have so many complicated thoughts, and she doesn't notice Song Yunuan's eager gaze next to her.

She took out a piece of candy from her pocket and handed it to Song Mingsheng, "This is chocolate candy. It's delicious. Here it is for you."

Song Mingsheng stretched out his little hand out of habit, but halfway he turned his upward palm toward the outside, and smoothly turned it into a gesture of waving his hands to refuse: "I don't want to eat, my teeth have been hurting in the past few days, and my grandma won't let me eat sweets. He said if he dared to eat sweets again, he would break my legs."

Xiao Xiujuan blinked, yes, my aunt also said that you can't eat too much sugar, it will hurt.

Then I remembered my aunt's advice, and took out another emerald green thing and handed it to Asheng: "This is called Jixiang Jade Ruyi. My aunt said that if a child touches it, he will get double hundred in the school exam. Just touch it."

Ah Sheng raised his head to look at Song Yunuan, but Song Mingbo frowned.

Little Asheng shrank his hands and asked, "Will it get damaged if I touch it?"

Xiao Xiujuan: "No, just touch it."

Little Asheng glanced at it first, hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to touch Yu Ruyi.

This is an emerald green piece.

It must be a good thing if Lin Qing can take it out and take it with her.

It is in the shape of Ruyi, not big, about ten centimeters.

It's emerald green and seems to have a stream of light.

Xiao Xiujuan saw that Ah Sheng really touched her. She smiled and asked quickly: "My aunt asked me to ask you, how old is this Yu Ruyi?"

Then he scratched his head and seemed puzzled: "A Sheng, do you know?"

Little Asheng pursed his lips, his eyes were like black grapes, and there seemed to be a little tears on them.

He put his little hand behind his back and shook his head: "I don't know. Also, I don't understand how old you are."

Xiujuan grabbed a handful of hair, oh, it seems that her aunt asked her to ask something, but she forgot.

So, he put Ruyi in his pocket: "A Sheng, can we play yo-yo?"

Little Asheng nodded hurriedly.

So, the two children squatted on the ground, first dug a few small holes, and then started playing around.

But Song Yunuan discovered that little Asheng was not paying attention and was always looking at Xiujuan's pocket with Yu Ruyi.

Song Mingbo grabbed Song Yunuan and lowered his voice: "Xiao Nuan, what are you doing?"

Song Yunuan looked at him and said in a faint voice: "Don't you know how to calculate? You can do the calculation."

Song Mingbo:......

"Xiao Nuan, to be honest, I learned it when I was twelve years old. I don't know how it happened now, but I know it anyway. I thought it was fun, so I gave my dad a fortune telling, and the result showed My dad was going to suffer a bloody disaster. I immediately went to tell my dad. After hearing this, he picked up a wicker stick and came to beat me. As a result, he tripped over the threshold and bruised his lip. He almost knocked out his front teeth. He then wiped me with his hand. , good guy, his face is covered with blood..."

Song Yunuan was stunned: "Is it your responsibility to co-write?"

"Yes, if I didn't calculate, nothing would happen. I was beaten by my father at that time, and he asked me with blood on his face if he had calculated that he was going to be beaten?"

The scene at that time was terrifying.

"Later, I quietly tried several times, and it turned out to be all my fault. You may also want to ask why I didn't calculate that Qin Siqi was not a child of the Song family. It was because I couldn't calculate it for people under the age of fifteen. Later, I basically used Come and do the math for yourself."

Song Mingbo chuckled: "Not to mention, it works very well, and it doesn't cause any trouble."

Song Yunuan looked at her elder brother speechlessly.

"Actually, I also know that this is not the right way, and no one knows it. I don't need it now. I thought about it. It would be bad if I made a mistake in the college entrance examination. I have been studying hard recently, and Ji Hao has good grades. , is the first in the grade, and he often gives me extra lessons these days." After a pause, he remembered his original purpose: "By the way, what's wrong with Asheng?"

Song Yunuan looked at her elder brother.

[I’m not going to tell you that Asheng can identify real and fake antiques by just touching them with his hands. Even if I tell you, you won’t understand. As you are now, it’s good to be able to protect yourself. 】

[If you didn’t rely on arithmetic, how high would your score be? I’m afraid you wouldn’t even be able to pass the college entrance examination. 】

[How many students fail the college entrance examination every year? There are many, many. The best case is that you recruit workers and become workers. The worst case is that you return to the village to farm. In the future, you will marry a wife and have children. If your life is not good, What should I do if I try to get Asheng’s idea? 】

[It would be nice if only my grandparents and parents knew about it, but Qin Siqi actually knew about it, so you, the eldest brother, are really a waste. 】

Song Mingbo, who tried hard to pretend that he couldn't hear anything, was about to cry.

Song Yunuan said directly: "A Sheng is fine, don't you have to go back to school in the afternoon? Don't tell me you want to give them a lift?"

Song Mingbo wiped his face and said seriously: "No, I'm leaving now."

He wants to go back to study and not rely on opportunism. He not only protects his brother, but also his sister and his family.

Song Yunuan: "It's time to have lunch. Let's go before we finish. By the way, you can bring some dried vegetables to Grandpa Ji. I found that he likes to eat shredded beans and dried eggplants."

Song Mingbo agreed and ran to help his grandfather work.

After a while, Lin Jia came out with a sullen expression, seeming very guilty.

She pulled Xiujuan, who was excited about playing, out, and Mrs. Song came out with her.

She looked at the gentle old Mrs. Song in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Grandma Song, I didn't know this would happen. I'm so sorry. I...I will definitely make it up to you in the future."

Mrs. Song waved her hand: "Lin Zhiqing, I'm not telling you this to make you feel guilty. Speaking of which, it's not easy for you educated youths to leave your hometown and come to Beidahuang. We won't mention the past, and there is no need to make up for it. I rely on my old age to sell myself. Let me tell you something from my heart."

Lin Jia burst into tears and choked with sobs: "Grandma Song, please tell me."

Mrs. Song: "You have a good temper, a soft heart, and you are still young. You cannot say that you will live alone for the rest of your life. You must keep your eyes peeled in the future, especially since you have two daughters. If you want to find someone with good character, Being good-looking and talking sweet words doesn’t necessarily mean you’re a good person.”

After saying this, Mrs. Song gave Song Yunuan a special look.

Alas, girls should be careful when getting married.

Wang Zhuzhu was tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was considered quite energetic in the countryside.

But he is a scoundrel and a waste.

Song Yunuan blinked, grandma was also reminding her.

Otherwise, why would I look at her one at a time?