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In the middle of the night, lightning and thunder woke up the dreamer.

"It's raining!"

Song Chun'an turned over and sat up, thinking that he was dreaming, but he saw flashes of light on the curtains, and the muffled thunder seemed to explode close to his ears!

He woke up his daughter-in-law and shouted excitedly.

"It's raining?"

Li Shengnan was also very surprised, and the couple were about to hug each other excitedly when they saw it.

Song Ci flexibly got out of between the two, stepped on a chair and climbed onto the table, lifted the curtains and shouted outside:

"It's thundering and raining, and I'm collecting clothes—"

In the night, the little girl's crisp voice spread far away, and then there was a movement of opening the window to collect clothes, and someone shouted from downstairs:

"Song Ci, stay away from the window for me!Song Chun'an, take your daughter back!"

The sound is like a bell, comparable to the roar of a lion, and there is no doubt that Comrade He Wanli.

Song Ci stuck out her tongue and quietly retracted her head, pretending not to hear the teacher's roar.

"Thunder and rain have collected clothes. ”

As soon as the indoor lights turned on, Song Ci looked at his father who strode over with a calm face, and timidly reminded his fingers, not to mention how well-behaved.

Song Chunan picked up his daughter, raised his hand and scared her compassionately:

"It's raining on a cloudy day and beating the child, and being idle is also idle, do you want to try?"

Before he could finish speaking, a bolt of lightning struck, followed by thunder, as if warning the murderer, and as if to cheer him on.

Song Ci shrank his shoulders cooperatively, his eyes rolled around, and he was thinking about how to be coquettish with his father, when he saw Li Shenxing running over and hugging Song Chun'an's thigh to intercede with her:

"Uncle, don't beat my sister, my sister is still young, don't break it, if you want to beat me, hit me. ”

Song Ci's brewing emotions broke in a second.

Little brother, your logic is a bit problematic, just beg me to intercede, why do you want to compensate you? What is the profit of one for another? If you don't make money, you will lose money.

Li Shengnan is very satisfied with his nephew's maintenance of his daughter.

She gave birth to Song Ci, and of course she hoped to protect her daughter's brothers and sisters.

"Don't worry, your uncle is teasing your sister. Go back and put your shoes on, it's cold on the ground. ”

Li Shenxing looked suspicious, and rubbed back step by step. Let's do it

Li Shengnan looked funny, and hurriedly hugged his daughter, who was not afraid at all, and urged her husband who pretended to be unable to get off the stage:

"Close the window, the rain doesn't look light, don't let the rain come in. ”

Song Chunan snorted angrily:

"How can it rain? ”

Song Ci couldn't hold back his laughter, but it didn't rain just thunder.

Song Chun'an glared at the daughter who was blatantly laughing at Lao Tzu, and his mouth was ruthless:

"I'm going to beat you up sooner or later, and my skin is tight. ”

Song Ci smiled and threw herself into her mother's arms and complained for protection.

Tonight, my mother was hugged by her, and asked her father to hug Li Shenxing and sleep, slightly.

After a burst of lightning and thunder, the window glass crackled and was smashed loudly.

"Isn't that right?"

Li Shengnan hugged her sticky daughter, covered it and was asked about her husband.

Song Chunan was still waiting by the window to watch, and confirmed the answer:

"It's hailing. ”

Li Shengnan frowned:

"What the hell is this weather, hail in the summer. ”

Song Ci inexplicably remembered the allusion of the flying snow in June, and he didn't have the heart to mess around.

In an eventful season, rumors are spreading, and now I am afraid that it will be even more uneasy.

"Even if it's a knife in the sky, we can't control it, let's sleep. ”

Song Chun'an's tone was a little heavy.

The crops have been dry for so long, and suddenly another hailstorm has made it even worse.

It's a bad year.

Thankfully, the hail only fell for a short time before it stopped, and the rain followed like a torrential wind howling.

Song Chun'an finally saw enough, and came back to take off his shoes and go to bed:

"It's raining a lot, let's sleep. ”