New Year's greetings, off-site ---

"Is there a mistake, it turned out to be a dollar--- did the ancestor recognize Ah Chao as a girl!"

"Hahaha! Maybe that's the case, otherwise how would you give a red envelope for one yuan, or two yuan!"

"You see how handsome Ah Chao looks, she really looks like a girl at first glance!"

Song Jianren and his group directly made fun of Song Zhichao, as if Song Zhichao received a one-yuan red envelope, what a big joke.

Not to mention these men, even the women next to them couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh, and even pointed at Song Zhichao.

When Song Jianren saw this, he felt extremely comfortable in his heart, you must know that he has always been compared with Song Zhichao. In terms of appearance, Song Zhichao is definitely very handsome, at least much more handsome than him, and he is also much more handsome; in terms of academic qualifications, Song Zhichao graduated from high school and went to work in the south before he was admitted to university, and he didn't go to junior high school well, and he spent his days in the game hall billiard room. Compared with each other, he seems to be weaker than Song Zhichao.

But now, his father Song Jianguo is the village head, his second uncle Song Jianjun is the village accountant, Song Haiming is still a small worker, and he gets a dead salary every month, and their family has bought two new motorcycles and rebuilt the house.

As for Song Zhichao, I heard that working in the south is quite awesome, but after listening to what I just said, I have resigned and quit--- to put it bluntly, those before may have been blown, that is, a sour Xiucai who can't pick his shoulders and can't dance with his hands.

Song Jianren was very proud, stepped forward, grabbed Song Zhichao's shoulder with one hand, and said even more on his mouth: "Ah Chao, I said good brother--- if you think this red envelope is too little, I will go to plead with grandpa and ask him to change it for you." ”

Song Zhichao glanced at Song Jianren coldly, his eyes sharp.

At this time, Song Jianguo saw that his son was teasing Song Zhichao, and saw that Song Zhichao's eyes became unkind, after all, he was the village head, and he had a lot of contact, so he was surprised that Song Zhichao suddenly became sharp, and he was afraid that something would happen, so he hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Okay, okay, you stinky boys, what are you doing here, get in the way, go over there to play!"

Song Jianren and a group of good buddies hooked shoulders and went to the side to talk about billiards and pick up girls.

Those girls also went to the side to talk about who bought new clothes and beautiful, and which male singer in Hong Kong released a new song.

Song Zhichao made it to a deserted place by himself, drinking tea.

Not far away, his father Song Haiming looked at him worriedly, for fear that his son would be left out, and wanted to go over to comfort him, but he was pestered and couldn't leave.

……

Song Zhichao was bored sitting alone, so he took out a cigarette from his pocket and wanted to smoke one.

Then a voice said, "Can I sit here?" Can you give me a cigarette?"

Song Zhichao looked up, but he was a little fat man, wearing a big cyan cotton jacket similar to Song Zhichao, and he was also wearing old cotton shoes under his feet.

Song Zhichao thought about it for a while, and remembered that this little fat man was also surnamed Song, and his name was Song Dazhu, which seemed to be one level higher than Song Zhichao's seniority, and according to his seniority, Song Zhichao still asked him to call the third uncle--- but this "third uncle" obviously didn't like Song Taigong, and he only received two yuan in red envelopes just now. ]

Song Zhichao took out a cigarette and handed it to Song Dazhu, Song Dazhu took it and looked at it, and said: "Oh, it's still foreign smoke--- it looks like you're mixing well, Song Jianren's gang of guys have no eyes." After speaking, he sat next to Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao thought this person was quite interesting, and said with a smile: "A cigarette can tell that I mix well?"

"That is, I Song Dazhu don't have any other skills, this is still very accurate. After speaking, Song Dazhu stared at Song Zhichao seriously and said, "Don't look at the fact that you are dressed similarly to me, but this temperament is ...... The temperament is very different. ”

"What's different?" Song Zhichao was curious.

"That's the kind of ...... I'm not the same kind of person, looking at the look in your eyes just now, it seems that you didn't take Song Jianren's group of boys in your eyes at all, no, even that Song Jianguo, you didn't take it seriously--- even when you paid New Year's greetings to Taigong and his old man, you didn't even pay attention to Taigong!"

Song Zhichao: "......"

I feel that this little fat man is quite daring to say it.

Seeing that Song Zhichao was silent, the little fat man Song Dazhu smiled and bit the cigarette in his mouth: "How about it, I said it right!"

Song Zhichao: "Say whatever you want." ”

Song Dazhu handsomely bit the cigarette and turned it around in his mouth, "I not only know this, but I also know why you have such eyes......

"Why?"

"Because you're not convinced!"

"Not convinced?"

"Yes, they are all coming back from working in the south, why are others so successful, but you are so unsuccessful--- so you will not be convinced, and deliberately use that kind of contemptuous, no one bird eyes to cover up your inner weakness. ”

Song Zhichao: "......"

This little fat man's brain is simply too peculiar--- just want to praise him, he changed from Einstein to a mentally handicapped young man.

Looking at Song Zhichao's stupid appearance, Song Dazhu thought that he had guessed correctly, but he didn't know that he had guessed the first half correctly, and the last half of the second half was simply a snake, directly lowering his IQ.

"Hey!" Song Dazhu sighed and patted Song Zhichao's shoulder comfortingly, "This kind of thing, it's good to get used to it--- as the saying goes, people are more popular than death--- people come back from the south, drive a car, and bring a beautiful girlfriend to pay New Year's greetings to Taigong, what about you, pushing a 28 bicycle, and taking your father to pay New Year's greetings to Taigong; you give Taigong a pair of shoes, do you know what people send? People give Taigong a brand-new tape recorder, or Yanwu brand, how can you compare to others!"

Song Zhiyue became more and more confused when he heard this, what did he mean? Someone also came back from the south and also came to greet the Taigong for the New Year, not to mention the big gifts, or they drove back, and the car outside was the other party's?

Song Dazhu seemed to understand Song Zhichao's thoughts, and explained: "Did you see it when you came, the Santana outside is someone else's!

Song Zhichao: "......"

Some understand, no wonder I just said that I came back from working in the south, and the big guy's expression changed so quickly, it turned out that there was a contrast.

Song Zhichao is curious, it seems that there are not many people in the entire Songjia Village who go out to work, who else is there besides himself?

Just when Song Zhichao was surprised, he suddenly heard someone shouting: "Coming! Taigong, Boss Zhao, they are back!"

While speaking, Song Taigong, who was still sitting in the middle hall and giving lectures to his children and grandchildren condescendingly, actually got up from the chair very quickly, ran out with his two sons and a large group of people, and looked around, "Are you back? Quick, make tea, make tea! I want to entertain this Boss Zhao!"

Song Zhichao: "......"

I couldn't help but be more curious, so I also stood up and followed everyone's gaze towards the door.

Outside the door, I saw a pair of men and women coming together in the snow--- they were all dressed very fashionably, the man was wearing a black leather coat, leather pants underneath, and a leather hat on his head, and the woman was wearing a fiery red, red duck down jacket, a fashionable thick cotton skirt underneath, and boots under his feet.

The distance is too far to see clearly, but Song Zhichao always feels a little familiar.

Gradually, the two talked and laughed and got closer, and Song Zhichao saw each other's appearance clearly, and couldn't help but say "Huh": "How could it be them?!"