So the villagers unanimously recognized Song Xiangran's method of getting rich, and now they all go back to their respective homes to make exquisite snacks and handicrafts according to Song Xiangran's division of labor.

Under the dim light of the Song family, Song Xiangran was engrossed in planning the future development of Xiaolin Village in the notebook, and Juanxiu's font neatly outlined her small blueprint. Song Jianguo and Gao Huijuan on the side both looked at their daughters with satisfaction.

"Jianguo, our family is rising, and we have really grown up. I don't know why, after Song Xiangran was abducted and fled, Gao Huijuan felt that she was much more mature and sensible than before.

At this time, Song Jianguo was more emotional than Gao Huijuan, his eyes were moist unconsciously, and he couldn't speak, just nodding vigorously.

"Ranran, it's not too early, let's write it again tomorrow. Gao Huijuan gently touched Song Xiangran's head, and looked at her daughter with some distress.

From childhood to adulthood, although Song Xiangran was occasionally naughty, he has always been diligent and hardworking, loves reading, and rarely let his parents worry about big things. But such a good boy was targeted by those wolf-hearted traffickers, if they didn't find it back this time, Song Jianguo and Gao Huijuan didn't know how guilty they would be.

Now that he has just returned home, he has begun to worry about the way to make a fortune in the whole village, Song Jianguo and Gao Huijuan saw it in their eyes and felt pain in their hearts.

Hearing her mother's voice, Song Xiangran raised her head and smiled a little tiredly: "Okay, I'll go to sleep after I finish writing this, you guys go and rest first." ”

After a few more instructions, Song Jianguo and Gao Huijuan went to sleep.

For a long night, Song Xiangran lay on his familiar bed, looking at the bright moon outside the window, listening to the unique night symphony of Xiaolin Village, his heart was overflowing, and it was difficult to sleep.

The body is still the same body, and the family is still the original family, but my heart is full of holes under the bullying of the three perverts in the previous life. Song Xiangran didn't know if he could still look at the world as sincerely and innocently as before.

It's been a few days since she was reborn, and Song Xiangran hasn't completely withdrawn from the grief-stricken soul of her previous life, so she has been writing about the future plan of Xiaolin Village day and night, listing multiple plans and backup plans. deliberately keeps himself busy, firstly, because he has no mind to recall the pain of his previous life, and secondly, he secretly adjusts his mentality, so as not to let his parents notice the abnormality.

Yes, parents, Song Xiangran thought of his parents, who also had a rough background, and tears flowed uncontrollably. Song Jianguo and Gao Huijuan, no matter how hard life is, will never give up studying, so Song Xiangran has grown up in the fragrance of books since she was a child, they don't want Song Xiangran to have more opportunities, they just hope that she can live a healthy and happy life.

However, the heavens are not beautiful, and Song Xiangran was abducted by traffickers during the summer vacation when he was about to enter college. Song Xiangran lay on the small bed and recalled her past, she didn't know how to talk to her parents who loved her about everything she had suffered before.

So, just keep it shut. Song Xiangran thought and fell asleep in tears.

In the early morning of the next day, Gao Huijuan roasted sweet potatoes for breakfast, and the aroma woke Song Xiangran from her sleep.

The family sat around the stove and nibbled on the fragrant sweet potatoes.

While eating, I heard Fang Qingming's deep and pleasant voice coming from outside the door: "Uncle and aunt, it's me, Qingming." “

Although Song Xiangran already knew that Fang Qingming would come today yesterday, he was still surprised to see him.

"Qingming, have you had breakfast, why don't you eat some together?" Although they didn't meet many times, Song Jianguo liked this officer who saved his daughter from the bottom of his heart, and he had a smile on his face when he saw Fang Qingming.

There was a burst of sweet potato fragrance wafting in the room, and as soon as he opened the door, Fang Qingming smelled it, he hadn't tasted the farmer's roasted sweet potatoes for some time, and even after breakfast, he began to be hungry at this time.

"This home-grown sweet potato, roasted on the stove, is much more delicious than the street bought in the city. Fang Qingming smiled and took the steaming roasted sweet potato, but his mouth was too fast, and he grinned his teeth hotly.

made Song Xiangran's family laugh.

"Xiao Fang, don't worry, eat slowly, if you like it, there will be more. Gao Huijuan said and went under the stove to get two out.

This time it was Fang Qingming's turn to be embarrassed, he suddenly realized that he was a guest, and he was still at Song Xiangran's house, so he hurriedly said politely: "Thank you, uncle and aunt, in fact, I have already eaten, but now I am gluttonous." “

I don't know why, Fang Qingming has a good impression of Song Jianguo and his wife, although they are farmers, they are a little gentle in their words and demeanor. But Fang Qingming felt that the couple was a little inexplicably familiar with his kindness, and he couldn't remember it for a while.

After eating the sweet potato, Fang Qingming took out his camera and discussed with Song Xiangran where to start with the promotional photos.

After the unanimous consent of the two, Song Xiangran and Fang Qingming said goodbye to Song Jianguo and his wife, stepped on the green grassland, and walked under the big locust tree in Xiaolin Village.

This large locust tree has thick branches, and it is now summer, and the branches are luxuriant. But more importantly, it has witnessed the growth of Kobayashi Village, which has a history of hundreds of years.

The big locust tree is planted at the entrance of Xiaolin Village, and from under the tree, you can see the rows of Xiaolin Village. At this time, it is the time for the villagers to have breakfast, with white walls and red tiles, curling smoke, and large fields of golden rape flowers and peach trees, weaving into a beautiful southern pastoral picture.

With a "card rub", Fang Qingming took a picture of this scene with his camera.

"The scenery of your village is much more beautiful than anything I've ever seen. Fang Qingming admired everything in front of him intently, and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Song Xiangran agreed with these words very much. When she was a child, she read Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Spring, and she has always been fascinated. But now standing under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, I feel that the Xiaolin Village I grew up in is no worse than the description in the article.

The beautiful scenery can never be enjoyed enough immediately, and Song Xiangran took Fang Qingming to the place where the villagers planted peach trees.

It is the peak season of peaches, and the pink and red peaches hang on the trees, round and round, and they are very cute.

Song Xiangran picked one casually and handed it to Fang Qingming, but at this moment, it was captured by Fang Qingming.

"Wow, Brother Qingming, why are you secretly filming me!" Song Xiangran was actually an ignorant girl who had no affair, and she held the freshly picked peach in her arms with a shy face.

"I didn't take a secret photo, didn't I take it in front of you?" Fang Qingming snorted, taking advantage of Song Xiangran's inattention, snatched the peach in her hand, and took a bite, which was extremely crisp.

Just as Fang Qingming sighed at the deliciousness of the peaches, Song Xiangran suddenly let out an exclamation.

Fang Qingming looked at Song Xiangran strangely.