Mrs. Song snorted and was amused by her little granddaughter.

"You kid, where did you get those strange words, didn't Tong Jizhou teach you?

That kid doesn't look reliable, how old he is, and he has to worry about it, and he has to come all the way to find it. ”

Mrs. Song didn't have a good impression of Tong Jizhou, and her words were not polite.

Song Ci also thought of this person, and hurriedly asked:

"Where did he go, did he go back to work?"

Mrs. Song combed her shoulder-to-shoulder hair while she was wet, spread it out to dry, put down the peach wood comb and said:

"I went back with his father, saying that I was going back to the unit to do the regularization of things. ”

Song Ci raised eyebrows:

"He's done?"

Mrs. Song brought her another bowl of hawthorn fruit to eat snacks, dragged the big basket by the kang, picked up a sun-dried golden corn, picked up the awl and threaded a corn kernel;

Then he put down the awl and replaced it with a bald cob that had stripped the corn kernels, and rubbed his hands alternately, and large swaths of corn kernels fell.

Mrs. Song was busy with her work in her hands, looked up at her little granddaughter and said with a smile:

"It's written, and it's written about you saving people this time. Your mom read the manuscript and said it was very well written, and gave him two photos of you.

Xiao Tong said that he could report it when he went back, and it would be the day after tomorrow. ”

Song Ci held a hawthorn ball covered with frosting in his hand, which was specially made to consume appetizing snacks, which was more convenient than eating a rock sugar gourd.

But now it doesn't taste good.

She asked, with half a hawthorn ball in her mouth:

"Isn't that more misleading?

Mrs. Song was happy to see that she could eat, drink, and speak.

Otherwise, Xiao Tong wouldn't dare to secretly publish in the newspaper.

Don't worry about it, it's our big guy's idea, and your teacher agrees with it. Pen in Chinese

said that he didn't want the masses outside who didn't understand the situation to spread more and more mysterious, so let's make it clear that what it should be is what it is.

We don't covet those false names, and we don't dare to rely on deceiving patients to get money, that is, people are afraid of a short life when they kneel twice.

Besides, you don't have the qualifications to practice medicine, and it is illegal to secretly treat people, and whoever comes to you now is a vendetta.

No, it stopped immediately. ”

As she spoke, Mrs. Song had already stripped four corns, which was called an easy practice makes perfect.

Song Ci nodded again and again, and ate the hawthorn fruit deliciously.

"That's good, it's trouble-free. The more it is hidden, the easier it is to spread outrageously, and it is not uncommon to spread it out.

If you are sick, you still have to go to the hospital quickly, but don't delay in private, it's not fun to cause death. ”

"That's what I said. Mrs. Song also nodded.

There was a sudden movement outside the door, Song Ci's eyes were sharp, and he shouted:

"Song Zhao, what are you doing outside the station, why don't you come in?"

Song Zhao was wearing a washed old clothes, and he came in slowly, and he shouted for a while, and he didn't speak.

Song Ci saw that the clothes on his body were familiar, and knew that her mother Li Shengnan had changed her father's old clothes.

The autumn breeze is cool, it's time to change into long-sleeved trousers, Li Shengnan prepared it for him early, it's not a good thing, Song Zhao also took it generously to wear.

This kid has been jumping around recently, although he comes to Song Ci's side to eat every day, but there is still no meat on his face.

The hair that used to be half long and not short to cover the eyes was short, and it was washed freshly and refreshingly, and the black mud in the fingernails was also brushed with a brush every day, and it was quite decent, and it looked quite handsome.

Originally, the golden grandson of the big landlord in Songjiazhuang, his mother was originally the number one beauty in the row of ten miles and eight villages, and the child born could be bad?

Moreover, the landlord's family has been going up for several generations, and the appearance genes have been improving, coupled with the wealth and nobility of generations from generation to generation, it is different from the children next to him.

Song Zhao is considered to have suffered, but in the end, he is a child who grew up with his grandfather, and he still has some knowledge in conversation, but he usually likes to hide clumsy.

If he hadn't gotten close to Song Ci, this kid would only be afraid of the sloppy ghost who would rather continue to pretend to be his little begging for food, just begging people to be annoyed, and no one should pay attention to him, let alone bully him.

It's like a little grass in the cracks, growing up carefully and quietly.