"Ma Xiaolan said that someone broke it in front of our house, and she wanted us to lose money, one hundred per person. ”

Song Chunsheng came back to report the results, and he didn't hide the other party's lion at all, or it was wishful thinking.

"But Chunqing said that they are all out of our courtyard and are not under our control. The street at the door is collective, and it doesn't say that we are only allowed to walk by ourselves, and they will not be confiscated from the tolls. ”

Brother Song Laidi seemed to be addicted, and answered:

"That's what I said. We didn't know they would come tonight, so could we have set some traps for them in the street in advance before the prophet knew it?

This excuse is found, and even a three-year-old child can't fool it, so it's better to say that the road at our doorstep is uneven. ”

Song Zhao was amused by her again, and said with a snort:

"If the road is uneven, then why only trip them? It must be that they themselves have bad legs and feet, and they have not learned to walk the aisle, and they can't complain about others. ”

After Li Shenxing finished eating, he put down his chopsticks and watched the play for a long time, and at this time he couldn't help but interject and said:

"Come on, brother and sister, you two talk like cross talk, it's really fun. ”

Brother Song Laidi glanced at Song Zhao, who was thinner, whiter and more delicate than her, and pouted:

"Who's with them?"

Song Zhao was the little boy when he was sensitive and shy, his face was slightly red, and he moved away as if he was clear.

"I don't want to talk about cross talk, I'm going to go to high school and college in the future. ”

Li Shengnan gave the great disciple of the mountain a look of acquaintance, and then he was pierced by his daughter.

Song Ci Crisp Shengsheng said:

"It's good to talk about cross talk, I love to talk about cross talk. ”

Song Zhao immediately defected:

"Then I'll partner with you. ”

Brother Song snorted disdainfully, too lazy to grab it.

No matter what, she's more qualified, right?

The juniors in the family talked and laughed very lively, and the adults remained silent and exchanged glances with each other.

- Song Cigang said again, who is unlucky, right? And then it's really unlucky?

- You thought of it too?

- Did you make a fuss outside during the day?

It's Song Zhuangzhuang's Ma Xiaolan, spreading rumors that our rhubarb bites people, and then she immediately fell into the mud and broke off her front teeth, just like this!

- It's not just knocking out a front tooth, is it? I can't save a mouthful of teeth!

- It's not that exaggerated, can you still keep half of it? Otherwise, it would be too miserable.

——Let them not believe in our Song porcelain, they have to get retribution, right?

- You can't say that, it's easy to misunderstand, you have to say that they themselves are uneasy and kind, and they don't pay attention when they walk, so they accidentally fall, and it has nothing to do with our family.

- I understand, I understand, I will say this when I go out, for fear that others will not believe it. Don't you know what has become of our Song porcelain outside? They say that our Song porcelain is evil!

- They can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour, don't pay attention. Anyway, as long as our family doesn't admit it, no one will want to press our heads.

- That is, if you are not afraid of bad luck, go ahead and see if it will be worse than the pile of long-sighted ones outside.

- Shhh It's all a coincidence, and you can't engage in feudal superstition.

——I know, I know, it is a coincidence that I will be unlucky to scold our family, and it is also a coincidence that a needle is used to cure swine fever and cure a patient. Our Song porcelain is lucky, blessed, let others blush.

Song Ci sat obediently in her father's arms, opened her mouth to catch half of the dumplings that his father fed, and then chewed quickly like a little rabbit, the two big eyes and beads were spinning, looking at it here and there, very busy.

They were obviously plotting something, but they didn't tell her, so they were a little angry.

If only she could read the brainwave exchanges between them.

Isn't that mind-reading?

Yes, arrangement!

I'm motivated to cultivate again.