The handkerchief was newly bought by Li Shengnan, and Song Zhao and Song Chun'an had two pieces each.

Song Zhao chose the same dark blue printed light blue lattice as Song Chun'an, which was elegant and dirt-resistant.

Unlike Li Shenxing, who actually asked for a piece of pure white and a piece of pure black, without even a little pattern decoration, not like a handkerchief, he looked stupid at first glance when he played chess.

The pure white and black handkerchief supply and marketing cooperatives have nothing to sell, and no one buys them if they do.

As a result, I had to work hard and Li Shengnan did it himself.

Although making a handkerchief is not a big job, it is done by pulling a piece of cotton cloth and locking it.

But!

It was made by my mother, and the meaning was completely different.

Li Shenxing, that cunning guy, will be special, and it seems that he is the most favored in the whole family, but he is actually a despicable villain!

Song Zhao secretly changed his brother's handkerchief unsuccessfully, and all the threats and temptations failed, so he made a heavy note for Li Shenxing in the small book in his heart, and he wanted to get it back when he had the opportunity.

At this moment, Song Zhao wiped his sister's tears and glared at Li Shenxing, who was standing stupidly next to him.

This kid is usually very good at coming to trouble, especially the most will be with him to rush to show in front of his sister, now my sister is crying, why is he still holding that pestle?

Li Shenxing held the pure white handkerchief in his pocket, stood aside in a rare stupid manner, and clenched a pair of stylish little brows.

He always felt that his sister should not be so sad at this time, but she cried so really that he couldn't believe his judgment and didn't know how to cooperate.

After only a moment's hesitation, the little cousin made a decision.

My sister is crying, how can I care about the rest?

The little brothers went into battle to coax their sister to go, wiping their tears, making grimaces, and stuffing candy, and they worked very hard.

The children are all good-looking, each handsome in their own way, and they look like a painting when they stand together without talking, and when they move at this moment, they are even more beautiful, just like watching a movie.

The onlookers who ate melons unconsciously showed the same aunt smile, and looked at it twice, which helped to persuade them.

It is said that Li Shengnan should not be too strict with children. Song Ci is good enough, the four-year-old child can help with a needle to stop the bleeding, whether it is luck or not, the credit is real. The child is not proficient in learning art now, so teach it slowly, and there will always be a day when he becomes a talent.

There are also those who say that Song Dashuo told him not to put this mess aside. If you want to invite someone to dinner, you can change the day, but what is the uncomfortable feeling when you don't see the child?

Some persuaded Song Ci and Song Zhao, saying that this person has birth, old age, sickness and death, even if he is a doctor in a big hospital, he can only treat the disease but not his life;

Song Gaoli is gone, that is his life is counted, his health is not good, and another person may not be able to save him, it has nothing to do with Song Ci, but he can't hold a grudge.

Besides, Song Gaoli also lived to seventy-six, and his life was rare for seventy years, which is not small, and it can be regarded as a joy and mourning, so there is really no need for this. The dead are gone, and the rest have to live well.

The words were not rough, Song Zhao listened to it.

He wiped his wet eyes and smiled genuinely, like a little daisy trying to stretch its petals after being frosted.

"Don't worry, big guy, I didn't think about it that much. My father said that my father's family were all good people, and I thought they were very good. I am now my parents' son, Song Ci is my own sister, and I will be good to them for the rest of my life. ”

Li Shenxing looked at him with disgust, and was reluctant to hand him his white handkerchief to spoil it, snatched the blue checkered handkerchief he was holding in his hand, and rubbed it on his face.

"You're coming. A big man, crying every day, what does it look like. If you dare to invite my sister to cry again, I will beat you!"