"What the hell is the matter with you? ”

Song Ci handed him a hawthorn fruit and told him to eat it.

Song Zhao moved over and continued, holding it in his hand for a long time without putting it in his mouth.

This seems like a real deal.

Song Ci looked at her milk, Mrs. Song shook her head gently, she didn't know what was going on.

Song Zhao was clever, and when he saw the two of them looking at each other, he hurriedly said:

"I just came to see you. Are you alright? I heard that you are tired this time, and you can't get up to get up from the kang. ”

Song Ci looked at him with a smile:

"You're worried about me, I'll be fine after a sleep, I'm just tired. Don't believe what you say outside, it's probably my mother who is afraid that others will come to annoy me, so they deliberately said it more seriously, right?"

Mrs. Song nodded, smiled at the two children, and did not interject.

Song Zhao held back a white and handsome face, and said as if he had been stepped on his tail:

"Who's worried about you!"

and struggling to hold back a sentence:

"It's fine if you're okay. ”

Song Ci looked at his awkward appearance and felt funny.

Song Zhao originally refused to be thousands of miles away, and treated people with indifference;

But since accepting their family, he has become extremely intimate and enthusiastic, and consciously regards himself as Song Ci's brother, Li Shengnan's son, and now he wants to support their mother, and even Song Chunan has to stand back.

He is not a tsundere teenager, but at this special stage of adolescence, he is sensitive and will always be ashamed of some intimate words and deeds for some reason.

Song Ci is probably the only girl that Song Zhao cares about now, and this honor is very rare.

Song Ci was accustomed to becoming a little domineering, so he was very favored by the little boy, and beckoned to him with a smile:

"Song Zhao, come here. ”

"What are you doing?"

Song Zhao replied as if he was not very reluctant, but his legs and feet were close to him as if he was free-willed;

was even worried that she was in a hurry to come to the kang and not fall, so he took the initiative to sit on the edge of the kang, stuffed the hawthorn fruit in his hand into his mouth, and fished a piece of corn from the big basket to break it.

Mrs. Song pursed her lips and smiled, and gave him the corn that had just been put on a gap in her hand, and she then took the awl to wear it.

Song Ci put down the big bowl with snacks and walked over to pat him on the shoulder:

"Why are you here to work again, I have something for you to see, come here. ”

Every time she comes to her house, she looks for a job to do, like a long-term worker who sells herself, this is called forgetting her roots, right?

"What's that?"

Song Zhao peeled off the corn in his hand, then put the bald cob aside, wiped his hands and took off his shoes on the kang.

Song Ci always has some fun, such as her best stickman four-panel comics, Sudoku, crossword puzzles, brain teasers, origami, paper cuts, leaf paintings, etc., which are really interesting.

He is especially fond of Sudoku guessing games, some of which he can guess at once, some of which take days to guess, and can stump people by asking others.

But slowly he found that because of these fun little games and small things, his popularity has improved.

No matter how old the child is, he is willing to call him to play with him, and always asks him if he has anything new, and is even willing to take the initiative to play with him, and also gives him snacks to eat.

Although he was reluctant to admit that they were his good friends, he was glad at the change.

No one is a cheap person, who is willing to be scolded and beaten if he can get a smile?

Not to mention, they have all become his main customers, often spending money to rent books to read, not to mention earning him a salary, but also trust him very much, read the books he recommends, and rarely quarrel.

Even their parents have a good face for him, saying that the children in the family are sensible, they don't have to fight and skip school, they don't need to be found by teachers, they don't have to give gifts to the parents of the children who break their heads, and they also give him a little credit, and don't stop the children from playing with him.

And all these changes were brought to him by Song Ci, he knew it very well in his heart, and he also wanted to repay her well.

Today, what good things is Song Ci going to show him again?

Song Zhao's heart was full of expectations, and she had never disappointed him.

"Give. ”

Song Ci took a small goldfish woven with a transparent infusion tube and handed it to him.

"Happy birthday, Song Xiaozhao. ”