There were still gifts for his family next to the bed, Cheng Qiao squatted on the floor and sorted the boxes into several piles, and then patted the golden retriever's head: "Good boy, you stay in the room, I'll go downstairs to give grandpa a gift." ”

The old man got an antique pipe and held it in his hand with love. I sent bird's nest, American ginseng and other supplements to the uncle's family, although my cousin who was in high school was not at home, but I still brought a set of stationery, and my aunt also got a set of skin care products.

When he went up to the third floor with the gift bag, Cheng Qiao found that the door of the uncle's room was open, and the second aunt Lin Jiaojiao was sitting at the head of the bed, holding the mobile phone in her hand, obviously on the phone. Cheng Qiao turned to leave, who knew that he happened to hear Lin Jiaojiao's shrill voice shouting: "Your niece, I don't know what is crazy......! Your father is too, and he is still looking at her, saying that the Cheng family can't afford to raise a girl!"

Cheng Qiao immediately understood that the little aunt was complaining to her uncle about what happened at the dinner table. Her footsteps couldn't help but pause, it was too far away to hear how the uncle on the other end of the phone answered, but the next moment Lin Jiaojiao's voice became eager, "What, you still said that your father was right! You also looked at that girl, that's me wrong...... I've worked hard to give birth to children for you, and you're good...... It's still for someone else's ......" Lin Jiaojiao became more and more excited the more she spoke, and there was crying in the end note.

Cheng Qiao lost interest in continuing to listen to the corner, and decisively turned around and entered Cheng Yuan's room next door.

The little girl was innocently beaten by her own mother, and she was aggrieved to lie on the desk and drop the golden beans, and turned her head when she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. It's also her unlucky to have a mother like Lin Jiaojiao, obviously the man's family doesn't have patriarchal thoughts, and she hasn't been influenced by this kind of cultivation in her own family, I don't know how to look at her own daughter all kinds of unpleasant things and find an opportunity to cut it, but she dotes on her youngest son who is still in junior high school in the town.

As soon as Cheng Qiao entered the door, he saw his cousin's red eyes from crying, sighed, took a tissue from the table and handed it to her.

Cheng Yuan took it and shouted while wiping her tears: "Sister Lobby......"

Cheng Qiao pinched her delicate face, and smiled crookedly: "Good, if you cry again, you will become a rabbit." I brought you a present, don't you want to see it?"

Cheng Yuan was amused by her and laughed, her tears widened and her eyes were dry, looking at the gift bag in Cheng Qiao's hand. Cheng Qiao opened the package with a smile, and a pure white water-soluble lace dress was displayed in front of the little girl's eyes.

"It's beautiful. Cheng Yuan's eyes lit up instantly.

"Try it to see if it fits. Cheng Qiao said and handed her the clothes in his hand.

"Hmm. The little girl took the dress and eagerly tried it on.

Cheng Qiao opened another bag, took out a pair of nude pink bow small pointed sheepskin shoes, and handed them to Cheng Yuan: "Let's change the shoes too." ”

The little girl put on a new dress and new shoes and happily took a picture in front of the dressing mirror, then turned around and asked Cheng Qiao, who was standing behind her, "Cousin, is it good-looking?"

Cheng Qiao didn't answer her question, but took out her mobile phone and took a random shot at her, and then chose a photo that she thought was the best to take and shared it directly with WeChat's circle of friends, with the text of the picture is: Cute and soft girl, please pounce!

"Cousin, you ......" Cheng Yuan was thin-skinned and rushed up to grab her mobile phone, but Cheng Qiao dodged it sideways. The mobile phone immediately made a tinkling prompt, Cheng Qiao glanced at her, and smiled ambiguously at her, "Who said that no one wants my Yuanyuan, look ......at it" said and shook the mobile phone in his hand.

Cheng Yuan took the opportunity to step forward and snatch the phone, and in less than a minute, there were already a few replies under the picture that Cheng Qiao just shared:

"Moe Meng Da (╯3╰)"

"(『) Saliva and fall straight down!"

"Sister is not on an appointment?!"

Cheng Yuan saw the girl in the photo with a ponytail and a white skirt smiling, and her face was slightly hot.

Cheng Qiao pulled the phone back from her hand and replied under the last message: "Blame Shu Xiao, my sister is not on an appointment!"

Immediately received a tearful expression.

Cheng Yuan leaned her head on Cheng Qiao's shoulder and whispered in her ear: "Cousin, thank you......"

Cheng Qiao didn't speak, hooked the corners of his mouth, and reached out to wrap his arms around her shoulders in response.

The two quarreled for a while, swept away the depressed mood, and Cheng Qiao returned to the room and fell directly on the bed and fell asleep.

The night in the countryside is exceptionally peaceful, and the night is sleepless.

The next day, she was woken up by a golden retriever. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and stretched before he sat up. Squatted obediently on the edge of the bed, exhaling with his mouth open, and a stainless steel rice bowl was placed in front of him.

Cheng Qiao glanced at the clock on the table next to the bed, and sure enough, it was time to feed the obediently. Stepping on the floor to the cabinet, he pulled open the cabinet door and felt a bag of dog food and poured it into the rice bowl. As the rice bowl became full, the golden retriever barked twice, lowered his head and began to gobble up.

Cheng Qiao turned into the bathroom, and after washing, he suddenly felt refreshed. Push open the window, take a deep breath of the fresh morning air, and the day begins again.

The Golden Retriever swirled in circles at her feet, whining and panting, and occasionally crouching down and tucking his tail. Cheng Qiao knew that he was telling him that it was going to stink, so he quickly changed into sportswear and took it out for a morning run.

Cheng Qiao ran slowly along the country road, and there was almost no figure in sight along the way. The roads in the village were repaired and connected to water and electricity, and the villagers moved to new houses near the entrance of the village for the convenience of life, and the old houses in the village were empty, and there were no people living in them.

The undulating mountains in the distance are the places where I saw the sunset yesterday, and Cheng Qiao ran obediently to the mountain. I was only halfway away, and I couldn't hold back and hid behind a pine tree.

Cheng Qiao stood on the side of the road, a pair of beautiful eyes rolling around. In front is a narrow river, an ancient bridge made of bluestone falls on the clear river water, across the bridge is a mountain, said to be a mountain, in fact, it is just a small hill, there is a nice name called Luofengpo, the people in the village are saying that there was a queen here hundreds of years ago, whether it is true, Chengqiao is unknown.

The old house of the Cheng family is at the foot of the mountain, a three-entry courtyard. The backyard is a large garden with a wall of blue bricks that extends halfway up the mountain. As a child, she played in the backyard with her cousins, enjoying the cool in the summer and the snow in the winter. There is an old banyan tree in the patio, which is said to be hundreds of years old, and they have climbed up to the tree to hide from cats.

Thinking of the interesting stories of his childhood, Cheng Qiao's heart blossomed, and he ran to his old house with the golden retriever.

The two vermilion wooden doors were no longer bright in color, the black roof was broken, and in some places the tiles had fallen off. Entering the door, the carved walls are covered with moss. Pushing open the door of the main house, a breath of * came, and the falling dust made Cheng Qiao sneeze non-stop.

The lighting of the old house is not good, and it makes people feel eerie in broad daylight. Cheng Qiao turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone and shone it into the sky, only to see that most of the pillars of the beams had rotted, and the house was littered with all kinds of debris.

Only the old banyan tree in the patio is still lonely and tenacious.

She was a little disappointed, took a few pictures and walked out, closing the door.

When she returned to the stone bridge, she chose an angle to take a photo of the old house as a souvenir, and then posted it to the circle of friends, still with the text: sunshine, green trees, old house.

After a while, someone replied: Beauty, good morning.

Wow, mansion! Goddess, is this your home?

Entrenchment, beg for support!

Cheng Qiao: ......