Little Ah Sheng always felt that he was loved by everyone and flowers bloomed wherever he went.
He is very confident in his own cuteness.
He was scolded by Mr. Ji and was not given any face at all. Tears welled up in his eyes and he felt so aggrieved that he wanted to cry.
He glared at Old Man Ji and pouted: "Bad grandpa, I won't pay attention to you anymore."
Song Mingbo quickly picked up his sobbing brother, gave his sister a wink, and the three siblings ran away very quickly.
It was almost time for Old Man Ji to take out the ten yuan he wanted to give to Ah Sheng to buy snacks, but he hadn't even given it to him.
Old man Ji had an unpredictable look on his face.
The next moment, without any further delay, a driver on a tricycle( modified from a bicycle), also known as a donkey tricycle, came to the door to take the job.
When Mr. Ji told him the address, the man smiled and said, "What a coincidence! I'm from the Lishu Brigade. If we leave now, we can arrive in three hours."
This is because Fendou Commune is close to the county town. If it is remote, you will have to take a bus.
Old Man Ji didn't respond and didn't dare to ask Ji Chunxiu from Lishu Brigade.
In fact, he just wanted to go and see the eldest grandson that the little girl mentioned with a few other children.
But he still didn't dare.
What if Ji Chunxiu from Lishu Brigade is not his daughter?
The man was very strong and rode very fast, and he disappeared from sight in a short while.
Song Yu Nuan withdrew her gaze, Old Man Ji believed it. He was going to the Fendou Commune.
But she couldn't hide her curiosity and asked her eldest brother: "Brother, is the story about old man Ji and the female disciple true or false?"
Without waiting for Song Mingbo to speak, Song Mingsheng pouted: "Looking at his angry expression, it must be true. Humph, he must have fallen in love with the female disciple, and his daughter disagreed and ran away from home in anger. There are not many good men in this world!"
Song Yunuan: ...
She patted Ah Sheng's fat little butt and said, "Who did you learn this old-fashioned tone from?"
Five-year-old Song Mingsheng said, "That's what Grandma Sun next door said."
"From now on, listen less to those old ladies gossiping."
Song Mingsheng seemed not to have heard his sister's instructions, because he saw two children, about six or seven years old, walking over. Each of them was holding a biscuit in their hands and eating it happily. They even deliberately stopped in front of Song Mingsheng to eat.
Then I saw Song Mingsheng put his fingers into his mouth, and his saliva was flowing out with greed.
This time Song Mingbo walked fast.
Song Mingsheng lay on his eldest brother's shoulder and wiped his fingers.
He complained to Song Yunuan in a wronged manner: "Sister, during the Chinese New Year last year, our father bought half a pound of biscuits. In the end, I only had one piece. Grandma was partial and gave two pieces to my uncle's son Hu Zi."
This can be analyzed from the situation at home.
Old Mrs. Song is a little partial.
Some of the family's food had to be shared with my uncle's family. From time to time, my second aunt would also come to ask for food. And then, my uncle's salary was never given to my grandmother.
It was not easy for her to get two cents from her uncle.
As the parents of the eldest brother and his wife, they feel it is their duty to take care of their two younger brothers.
This must be brainwashed by the old lady.
Then Song Mingsheng started to criticize.
Song Yu Nuan widened her eyes in surprise.
This brother has such a good memory.
I remember exactly how many biscuits there were in total, who shared them, what people said and did, and even when my grandmother secretly gave one extra biscuit to Huzi from my uncle's family.
"…I only had one piece, and…my sister was so angry that she yelled and screamed, and grandma gave her another piece. Hu Zi told me that he could do magic and bite a crescent for me, but he ended up biting off most of the piece in one bite, wuwuwu…"
The sister you are talking about is Qin Siqi, right?
The little guy cried so sadly when he thought of the sad past.
He was obviously the youngest, but in the end, he ended up with a starry sky.
A palm full of biscuit crumbs.
Song Mingbo didn't seem to care and patted his brother's little butt: "Grandpa loves you so much, all the delicious food he brought goes into your mouth, right?"
Song Yu Nuan touched her pocket and looked at the tearful little fat boy. She was so poor that she only had five cents in her pocket.
But you can buy a maltose for your brother from a mobile cart on the roadside.
But she still asked Song Mingbo: "Do you have money?"
Song Mingbo said with embarrassment and guilt: "I originally had one yuan, but I used it all to buy meal tickets this morning."
Fortunately, a piece of sesame-dipped malt sugar was exactly five cents.
Song Mingsheng stopped crying immediately after eating the maltose.
Song Yu Nuan looked at her eldest brother: "Ah Sheng has such a good memory, do you know that?"
"I know, but he has a greedy mind. I have to coax him with food to teach him to count."
Song Yunuan: ...
So their family is indeed cannon fodder, little cannon fodder without any bright spots.
Song Yu Nuan remembered something: "Brother, do you have a book about musical notation?"
Song Mingbo didn't ask his sister what she wanted the books for. He took his younger brother and sister to school. After a while, he took out two books, both about musical notation.
Song Yunuan put the book into her bag and said to Song Mingbo, "Brother, you should go back to school. I will take Ah Sheng to stay at my uncle's house for one night and may return to the village tomorrow afternoon."
The brother and sister exchanged a few words, and the initial strangeness and awkwardness were long gone.
Blood ties are sometimes really magical.
At this moment, a female classmate ran out from the campus, holding several books in her hands, and shouted from afar: "Song Mingbo, I have several books about musical notation here."
Song Mingbo went to see Song Yu Nuan in a panic.
Song Yu Nuan's eyes suddenly lit up.
She grabbed Song Mingbo and asked, "Brother, who is this?"
Song Mingbo: "My...my deskmate, her name is He Yaxuan..."
[He Yaxuan...]
Song Mingbo immediately became nervous.
[I haven't heard of it.]
Song Mingbo couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or relieved.
At this time, He Yaxuan had already run over. She was a little girl with bright eyes, white teeth, and a round face. She looked very cute.
He stuffed all the books at Song Mingbo: "Not all of them are mine, there are also some other classmates'."
Then he smiled at Song Yu Nuan and hurried into the school.
Song Yu Nuan put all the books into her bag and urged her elder brother to go back to class quickly and not to send them off.
And warned seriously: "Brother, don't do the same thing as before. The future of our family depends on you. You have to work hard and get into a good university..."
Song Mingbo clenched his fist and said, "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, holding maltose in his mouth, pointed at his elder brother and said, "Look, elder brother always steps with his right foot first when he enters the school gate."
Song Yunuan: ...
She took her brother to the fertilizer factory first, informed Old Man Song who was queuing to get fertilizer, and then went to the sawmill.
The brother and sister were a little tired, so they sat in a sheltered place.
Song Mingsheng said worriedly: "Aunt doesn't like people visiting her house. Will she kick us out?"
"No way?" Song Yu Nuan said uncertainly.
"Sister, I'm hungry. Why don't we go home with Grandpa? What if Auntie doesn't cook for us?"
"If you don't cook for us, then you have to cook for Uncle and Hu Zi?"
If Song Yu Nuan didn't have something to do tomorrow, she wouldn't want to come to her uncle's house.
My aunt is a brother-supporting woman.