"Sister, why are you here?"

Song Chunan looked up at the sun hanging in the sky, although it was westward, it was obviously not yet time to get off work.

So why is his sister here? She's not a lazy person to take leave.

Song Chunguang can be regarded as bringing up this younger brother with one hand, and as soon as he looks at which way his eyes turn, he knows what he wants to think.

"You know that you should go to work at this point, right? We don't have a river over there, and the fields are very dry, so the captain organizes people to dig wells.

I heard that you took Song Ci to the township health center to see a doctor again, and I didn't feel at ease, so I asked the brigade for leave to see you. I just sent you some wild boar, which was only distributed this morning, so let's make up for it. ”

She looked at her brother with disgust, and her eyes were full of love.

"You stand on the side, and you don't get too scared. ”

Song Chun'an walked quietly close to the shadow of the roadside, reaching out to pick up the basket in her hand, but she said not to avoid it.

Song Chunguang is used to taking care of this younger brother when he is a child, but if he can, where is he willing to make him tired with a finger?

Song Chunguang raised his hand again and took care of his niece's little sun hat, and slowly carried her home.

"Auntie, I'll walk by myself, you'll be tired after walking such a long way, I'm very heavy. ”

Song Ci was embarrassed to ask her aunt to lift and hug her, and struggled to get off the ground.

"It's okay, you're not heavy, my aunt can hold it. Auntie misses us Song porcelain. ”

Song Chunguang held his little niece steadily, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't love enough.

Song Chunan silently took the basket on his sister's arm, and he couldn't be compared to his daughter.

Song Chunguang couldn't resist him, so he went with him.

"Don't follow our mother and mother to stay here and bask in the sun, go home first, drink saliva, wash a handful, and I will walk slowly with Song Ci in my arms. ”

Song Chun'an knew that his sister was rare for his daughter, so he didn't say much, and took a big step back to boil water first, leaving the aunt and nephew to kiss each other.

"Auntie, do you divide wild boar?"

Song Ci's mouth kept secreting a tone, looking at his aunt's eyes bright, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

Niece like aunt.

Although Song Chunguang's appearance is not as delicate and delicate as Song Chunan, and his skin is tanned and rough due to perennial labor, he is still handsome.

Especially the eyebrows, chin and lip shape, it has a bit of charm, and you can tell that it is an aunt and nephew at a glance.

"Yes. ”

Song Chunguang has infinite patience with his niece and carefully explains to her:

"This morning someone went to the mountains to hunt pigweed, and somehow met this beast, and was driven out for miles, and was almost arched through the waist.

In the end, the cadres of our team organized the whole village to hunt wild boars before they restrained it. A fat black-haired wild boar, four or five hundred catties heavy, slaughtered according to the head, our family divided more than 20 catties, take a little bit of you to taste the fresh. ”

Song Ci nodded again and again, looking yearning.

There is meat to eat! Auntie is a good person!

"Auntie is so good! It's hard to walk so far, I pinch my aunt's shoulder. ”

Song Chunguang enjoyed his niece's courtesy twice, so he happily pressed her little hand, looked at no one around, and then lowered his voice and asked her in a low voice:

"Did you off your dad?"

Song Ci's mouth suddenly deflated aggrievedly, and honestly explained carefully the before and after of the cold war with her father.

"Auntie help me, my mother and my grandmother don't care, just waiting on the side to see my jokes, not feeling sorry for me at all. ”

She kissed her aunt on the face coquettishly, and said in a milky voice:

"Auntie is the best!"

Song Chunguang frowned when he heard this, but he was so coquettish by her, looking at her little face that looked a little like her younger brother, where could she still be angry.

She sighed, bent her fingers and gently scratched her niece's upturned little nose, and said helplessly:

"You, it's really a pot that can't be opened, isn't this a stab in your father's heart?