Song Ci sneezed twice in succession, sniffed his nose, and met his eyes with a dragonfly parked on the tip of his nose.

Song Porcelain: ......

Dare to make a fool of the people, and dare to kick your nose in the face?!

The dragonfly flutters its wings and flies away.

"Ahh

Song Ci sneezed again and scolded "villain" fiercely!

Song Chunan was amused and laughed, and the car began to snake.

"Dad, Dad, hold on!"

Song Ci hurriedly shouted to him in a panic, pay attention to safe driving!

Song Chunan smiled, his mood improved, he regained his grip on the handlebars, looked up at the gloomy weather, and pedaled a few laps quickly.

"It looks like it's going to rain. ”

Song Ci thought so.

Otherwise, the dragonfly would not dare to be so blatant!

"Dad, did you listen to the radio? It's not raining in the south, is it?"

Song Chunan was also concerned about the place where he had fought, nodded and said:

"Listen, the weather in the south is pretty good these days, and it's not raining heavily, don't worry. ”

Song Ci also smiled.

"That's good. ”

Song Chunan was afraid that she would ask about Teacher Yin again, so she hurriedly talked about some interesting things she heard on the radio to pass the boring time on the road.

Song Ci also listened with interest.

In the days when there is no Internet, entertainment life is too poor, and the radio of the educated youth is really a rare source of happiness.

"Dad, let's get a radio too?"

Song Ci had the impression that radio should have been popularized relatively early, after all, there was a radio station during the war, and it could also send spy wars or something.

Surely earlier than the tape recorder anyway.

Song Chunan really agreed.

"Okay, go back to your third uncle Liu and see if you can get the whole one out. ”

Liu San'er received the goods in the county, and assembling second-hand furniture and household appliances is a routine operation.

Song Ci was satisfied, but in the end he still asked about the teacher's condition.

"Dad, what's wrong with Teacher Yin, is it serious?"

Song Chun knew that he couldn't hide, so he simply told the truth:

"I don't know the specifics. Last time, your teacher He sent someone to deliver something, and he mentioned two sentences, saying that he was hospitalized for recuperation. ”

This is about the Mid-Autumn Festival, He Wanli sent people to deliver things, including the letter and the pot of osmanthus.

Then came the sad news of the passing.

Song Ci was silent, and inevitably thought that Teacher Yin was urgently transferred away, and there was no news for a long time, did he enter the health care group and recuperate for the big leader?

Otherwise, how could it be a message sent back by Teacher He who was on a business trip in Beijing?

Forget it, if the teacher is there, there will always be a response, and there will be no big event.

Sometimes it really is, no news is good news.

But when it comes to Mr. He, I think of the osmanthus mooncakes that I still owe him.

At that time, the bad news struck, no one had the heart to think about eating, the osmanthus blossomed and fell, and no one appreciated it.

However, she collected all the osmanthus petals that had been removed, washed and dried, and made sachets or tea.

Song Ci thought about it, and his mood was a little depressed.

Teachers must be good.

Soon, Liulin Village arrived.

"Sister, brother-in-law, are you at home?"

Song Chunan pushed the cart uphill and shouted loudly.

"Uncle, it's really my uncle!"

Ma Huayang was doing his homework on the roof of the bungalow in the afterglow of the setting sun, and when he heard the movement, he looked down and waved happily.

Ma Huajing trotted out, wearing a flower apron around her waist, and shouted happily:

"Uncle, sister, are you here? ”

She reached for her sister so that her uncle could lift the bicycle over the threshold and stop in the courtyard.

"You can't hold her, let her stand on the ground by herself. ”

Song Chunan took his daughter down and went to the back seat of the car with one hand, and Ma Huasheng ran to help with a look in his eyes.

"Uncle, let's let the car go through the aisle, it looks like it's about to rain. ”

The newly built tiled house of the Ma family, the flat roofs on the east and west wings are all made of flat cement roofs, and they can usually dry a grain bedding or something;

The middle is connected to the south courtyard gate, and it is very convenient to come and go.

There was a pigsty outside the courtyard wall, but it was empty, and the pigs were not there.

Could they be a step too late?

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