Zhang Shushui chattered about the sky, with dissatisfaction in her expression, turned her head to look at Qu Songyin and laughed again, "Wuya is about to eat the noodles." Seeing that your uncle is coming back. I'm going to cook the meal. ”

Qu Songyin hugged Qu Chuanwu and nodded obediently, thinking confusedly about what kind of relative the uncle is?

Waiting for Zhang Shushui to leave, Qu Songyin held Qu Chuanwu in one hand, picked up chopsticks in the other hand and continued to eat noodles with difficulty.

Hearing the sound of swallowing saliva from beside him, he looked down at him with a smile, "Are you hungry?"

"My sister is sick, and my sister eats. Qu Chuanwu's saliva was about to flow out of his mouth, but he shook his head vigorously and looked very cute.

Qu Songyin couldn't help but smile at her aunt and pinched his little face, it was so cute.

Even if her body suddenly changed from a young woman in her twenties to a five-year-old little Lori, she is still a mature woman in her bones, and she can't resist this little cutie at all.

That's simply, at a glance, I feel that other relatives are not important, and it is enough to have this younger brother.

"Sister is not hungry, let's give you something to eat. Qu Songyin wanted to pick him up and put him on another stool, hugging him hard, trying to lift him up.

Well, she forgot that she was also a loli now, and she was still a sick little pitiful.

Touching the noodle bowl, it was not hot, holding the noodle, turning around, leaning over to hold the noodle in front of him, and picking up a noodle.

Qu Chuan Wu was still swallowing his saliva, his big black eyes were only staring at the noodles, and the noodles were brought to his mouth, but he didn't open his mouth, took a step back, still shaking his little head, "My sister is sick." Sister's. ”

This thoughtful appearance made Qu Songyin look at him and purse his lips and laugh, "You are really a little warm man." ”

"What is Little Ranlan?" Qu Chuanwu finally pulled his eyes out of his face, swallowing saliva and tilting his head to look at her.

"So you're a good boy. Qu Songyin always felt that she had become a strange aunt now, and she was very uncomfortable with her lolita, so she laughed again after speaking.

It was as if all the frustration caused by the inexplicable crossing had been cured by him.

Seeing that he really refused to eat, Qu Songyin put the noodles on the table and pulled a few mouthfuls, drank some noodle soup, felt that his body was completely warm, and he was more energetic, and jumped off the stool.

walked to the side of the kang, picked up the egg that Pan Mei Jiang had not completely peeled, and handed it to Qu Chuanwu, "Do you want to eat eggs?"

But can a three-year-old eat eggs? Qu Songyin was not sure, so he broke a small piece of the egg and handed it to his mouth, "Eat it." My sister has eaten it. For you to eat. ”

"Dandan!" Qu Chuanwu looked at the white and tender egg white, and then looked at Qu Songyin, and opened his mouth wide.

Qu Songyin smiled and put the egg in his mouth, saw him smile and chewed with crooked eyes, and asked softly, "Who is the uncle?"

"Uncle is uncle. Qu Chuanwu swallowed the egg, and his beautiful eyes stared at Qu Songyin's hand.

Qu Songyin patiently broke the egg into a small piece and fed him slowly, watching him laugh while eating, as if he had a small pet, and his heart was soft and rippling.

"How old is Chuanwu, and how old is my sister?"

"Three years old. Five years old. Qu Chuanwu replied vaguely, chewing the eggs with great cherishment, swallowing them slowly, seeing that an egg was almost eaten by him, he stretched out his little hand to push Qu Songyin's hand, "Sister eats it too." ”

"My sister is full and won't eat. Kawawu eats. When Qu Songyin heard that he was really five years old, he also thought about it, and coaxed him to finish eating one with a soft voice, picked up the remaining one, and knocked a slit on the edge of the kang.

Just as he was about to continue knocking, he thought of his golden finger, turned around, held the egg in both hands, looked at the crack carefully, closed his eyes and kept muttering in his heart, "The gap is closed." Gap closure. ”

The head hurt more and more, and the body began to feel a little weak, until the feeling of dizziness came, Qu Songyin opened his eyes, opened his hands slightly, and looked at the egg in his hand.

What was originally a crack has now become a slender slit, Qu Songyin can't wait to jump up, her golden finger is still there!

As long as Goldfinger is still there, what else can't be done?

When he was seven years old in his last life, Qu Songyin destroyed the flowers raised by his mother, and he was about to cry when he was afraid of being beaten and holding the flowers.

After discovering his golden finger, Qu Songyin thought that he could make his wish come true, but he was proud.

Gradually, I realized that small things can take a little effort to come true, but big things are not possible, unless it takes time.

She thought about it for a long time, remembered the so-called gemstone, so she found a big stone, and every day she hoped that it would become a gemstone.

Before she crossed, she could see the sparkle in the stone through the sunlight, and knew that she had really succeeded.

Who knew that she actually came here, but since Goldfinger is still there, she can still continue her career of turning stones into gold.

When I thought about it like this, I made up my mind, anyway, I was only five years old, and when the chaotic era passed, I was only ten years old, so I could study hard and then sell gems.

In my previous life, I was wronged to study a junior college because I had no money to buy a house, and in this life, I must be a top student, take the best university, and raise my eyebrows.

Although I don't know if my previous life is still there, but with that gem, Mom and Dad should live a good life.

Thinking of this, Qu Songyin felt happy again, he was about to enter the thirty-year-old mark, but now his age is still in the single digits, how can he not make people feel very happy.

Thinking of all this, Qu Songyin hummed a song and peeled the last egg, turned around and continued to feed his lovely brother.

"Why don't you give all the eggs to the dogs? Pan Meijiang pushed the door in and took a look, Qu Songyin smiled and fed Qu Chuanwu eggs, stepped forward and pushed her hand away, turned Qu Chuanwu's small body around, pointed at his forehead and said, "Why did I tell you? Your sister is weak, and all good things have to be close to her!"

Qu Songyin was a little surprised when she heard this, this mother is not patriarchal, and she still lets her son let her daughter?

In her previous life, she had seen too many patriarchal things, and when she was working, she met a girl from the countryside, who was only in her twenties, looking at the vicissitudes of life as if she was in her thirties, in order to save money for her younger brother at home, and save money.

In this way, she was still disgusted by her parents at home for making little money, and the scolding on the phone was ugly, and every sentence was how important her brother was.

At that time, she thought that everyone in the countryside was like this, but she didn't expect this mother to be the opposite?

"I gave it to him. He set me a hare, and I must have been starving. Qu Songyin liked this younger brother very much, and was afraid that Pan Meijiang's stern appearance would frighten him, so he took him into his arms and hugged him, "He is very well-behaved." ”

Pan Meijiang was a little excited when she heard Qu Songyin say so many words, but when she saw her strange and somewhat frightened eyes, her eyes moistened again, "What are you afraid of." I will not beat you. ”

Qu Chuanwu raised his head and looked at his sister who was protecting him, covering his mouth and smiling, but he was happy.

Pan Meijiang saw that the two sisters and brothers were still so good, both happy and uncomfortable with Qu Songyin's amnesia, she panicked in her heart and waved her hand, "You still remember your brother, I can be regarded as letting go of my heart." ”