"Think beautiful!"

Mrs. Song couldn't hold back in the end, and slapped him again.

With the virtue of the lazy days between him and Li Shengnan, the family must not starve to death?

It didn't work.

"Okay, the guests are all outside, hurry out and talk with them, what's the matter with leaving people out of the house and hiding in the house. ”

Mrs. Song handed over two packets of snacks and asked her son to take them to the outhouse to entertain guests.

"The leaders of the people value our children so much and give such a high salary, we learned that Entu reported that we couldn't drop the chain. I looked for the malt milk essence that Gao Shan came to get last time, and flushed water for others to drink. ”

The old lady went down to the ground to open the cabinet with the key, and willingly prepared to come out with a round of blood.

Song Chunan untied the plastic bag and picked up a few pieces of snacks.

"Leave two pieces for you and your father to taste, my daughter said that she was going to give it to her grandmother, you have to appreciate it." Leave another piece for my fourth brother, his birthday is coming. ”

Mrs. Song paused when she opened the cabinet, and then urged casually:

"Hurry up. ”

Song Chunan was no longer poor, and picked up things and went out to entertain guests.

Mrs. Song listened to the conversation and laughter in the outhouse, and quietly raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes.

Anzi is a good one, he has always remembered his fourth brother, and he has guarded them all these years and refused to go anywhere, for fear that they still want their son to be sad.

Think about it, the fourth child has been gone for more than 30 years, and she has almost forgotten what the child looks like.

Mrs. Song sighed, locked the cabinet, hugged the jar of malt cream, and was about to go out with a smile on her face.

No sooner had one foot crossed the threshold than she heard a loud voice in the courtyard, which frightened the old lady to the core.

"What's wrong?"

Mrs. Song asked subconsciously, her voice drowned out in Wang Xinfeng's crazy scolding, and Song Pandi's heart-rending cry when he was beaten.

"Dead girl, do you dare to come back? It's the other way around! Dare to move scissors on the old lady's head, why don't you just puncture my lung tube with scissors!"

Wang Xinfeng blew up!

picked up the broom and slammed it at Song Pandi without a head, what was ugly and scolding in his mouth, that ruthlessness was like seeing an enemy, and he couldn't even care about stuffing eggs!

"Dare to sneak away! Say, is there a wild man outside? Dare to steal the old lady's money and elope with someone, I will break your third hand first, and then break your leg today!"

The shadow of the broom fell overwhelmingly, bringing with it bursts of palpitating wind.

Song Pandi screamed and wailed, and there was nowhere to hide, so he simply covered his face and squatted.

The excuses I made up on the road before were useless, and I didn't even have time to beg for mercy.

"Where's my money, and the money from selling my hair!"

Wang Xinfeng saw the flower handkerchief tied on their braids, and the fire burned to the top of their heads!

When I came back at noon, I saw that the dead girl combed this new style of braids, and tied it with her red head rope.

She remembered it so much!

Do you still need to ask where these two handkerchiefs came from, you must have bought them at the township supply and marketing cooperatives!

Wang Xinfeng beat him twice with his dead force, and in the muffled bang, the broom made of sorghum millet pulled the slump down and was interrupted!

Wang Xinfeng threw away the rotten broom, dragged up the girl who looked like mud, and regardless of the fact that she was still in the yard, she went directly to pick up her clothes and search for money.

"Wang Xinfeng, what are you messing around, don't you stop it quickly!"

The captain was the closest, first stunned by this sudden appearance, and then it was too late to stop it.

But she can't go crazy and ask the comrades from the city to see what she looks like.

Director Yang looked embarrassed, and he wanted to persuade but was not persuadable.

Mrs. Song's face was hot, and she hurriedly went out to pull the rack.

Song Chunan wanted to help, but suddenly heard his daughter crying in the West House, not to mention how pitiful the small voice was.

The stupid father couldn't take care of any sisters-in-law and nieces anymore, so he ran to the Westhouse to see his daughter.

"What's wrong with my girl? Sleepy, wake up. ”

Song Ci's tears flowed, and he closed his eyes as if he was still in a dream:

"Mom and Dad, don't leave me alone, I'm afraid. ”