It's nothing more than that Yizheng is too cowardly, and he is bullied by those boys with another purpose, "You can lead them to bully you, why can't you hook them to protect you? Are you stupid or stupid? That Song Xiaomeng in your class, she looks so shivering, and she has never been bullied by boys, and she is all shouting that she has come to our school, what kind of classical beauty, she is so ugly that she can mix with a classical beauty, why can't you succeed?"

Song Yizheng's face became even more gloomy, "I don't compare myself with Song Xiaomeng's horse fork worm who likes to attract bees and butterflies!!You just want to be a corrupt element who wants to be a capitalist lady!!You be careful that those words reach your mother's ears, if your mother takes it seriously, I'll see what you can do!!"

This quarrel made Song Ersheng laugh in his heart, it has the characteristics of the times. Horse fork worms are combined, isn't it that word, but my sister is still kind, Song Xiaomeng's girl, she has seen it, what her personality is, she won't evaluate it, but just talking about her appearance, she was really thrown off a few streets by her sister. But she is in her sister's class, and she is a princess-like storage zài.

And her sister's personality and style, she also knows, Zhang Yang and self-confidence, a ten-year-old girl, while being superficial and naïve, but also has the maturity and enthusiasm that is not lost to fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls, who write love letters to her and give gifts, she accepts.

Speaking of which, this actually has nothing to do with the caravan worm, right?

"What's wrong with me being corrupted? Like you, dressed like a feudal remnant all day long, how good-looking do you think you are? You just ruined my face in vain!

Song Yizheng was actually worried about her in her heart, because she heard a rumor that surprised her very much today, but this rumor was different from before, it seemed to have a certain degree of authenticity, they were only ten years old, and the consequences of any wrong thing were unbearable for a little girl of their age Song Yizheng thought in his heart, with a look of worry and annoyance between his eyebrows, Song Ersheng looked at it in his eyes, thinking of the evasive look of his sister just now, it seems that he was not at home during this time, something happened again

The sun had completely set, it was getting dark, and I was sitting in the house, and I couldn't see the gate of the fence. A sister sat beside him on the left and right, talking about their respective schools, and from time to time they asked about their situation at their grandmother's house, Song Ersheng was actually hungry for a while, but his parents hadn't come back yet, and they didn't want to eat first.

Song Yidi heard her sister's stomach scream, worried that she would be hungry, so she poured water and made her a cup of milk powder, and put half a spoonful of sugar, "Drink this first, and soon Mom will come back, these days they have come back quite late" Song Yizheng opened the biscuit bag and broke half a biscuit for Song Ersheng.

Song Ersheng hugged the cup, took a sip of milk, and was fed a biscuit by his sister. The biscuits are the kind of transparent plastic packaging, the size of the palm of your hand, half a piece is enough for Song Ersheng to pad her stomach, "Isn't Dad going to work?" She remembered that when she left, Dad was quite happy to tell her mother that she was going to work in the kiln factory

The kiln factory is just to the north, less than a mile down the main road. There are several large kilns, and the air where they are baked is dry and cracked. Although the kiln factory has been sluggish in recent years, it can still provide a job with a good salary. My father's virtue will definitely not move bricks, so it is a light job, not a regular job, but it is a serious job

Song Ersheng pretended to be asleep and listened to the thief's words, but he was very happy. But it's been so long, why is Dad still digging sand? Is it because he is making more money digging sand? Or is it because the work in the kiln factory is yellow?

"What kind of class?" Song Yidi sat up and looked at her sister with a question mark, she also missed her father to go to work. Song Yizheng also asked, "What did you hear again? Dad didn't go to work?"

Song Ersheng laughed, but his heart sank slightly, it seems that there is a problem with the work side. alas

At this time, the goose began to call, the three sisters swished out of bed, put on their shoes and ran out, Song Yidi pulled Song Ersheng in his hand, and soon ran to the front of the fence gate, at this time the fence gate happened to be opened from the outside, a fairly white pretty face poked in, under the night, it looked extraordinarily beautiful, because the night completely covered up the sunburn and exhaustion on the pretty face.

"When did Sanqian come back?" Zhu Jin looked at the two eldest daughters, and then happily picked up the old son, kissed him several times, and took a mouthful of milk, "Haha, my old son is so fragrant!

"Think!!Mom!! I miss you!!" Song Ersheng hasn't seen his mother for a few days, he really wants to, and the tears are coming down again, her body is really a complete Sister Lin type, "Mom, I'm going to be home all the time" I haven't heard this old son for a long time

Zhu Jin's heart was sour, "Okay, okay, I'm always at home, let's not go anywhere!!" she also thinks about her old son all day long, and she dreams about it all night, and she wakes up several times, and she dreams that her old son is crying. This time it was indeed too long, and she was worried that her old son would not recognize her

"My old son is back, come here, dad take a look, have you lost weight?" Zhu mother strode behind a tall man, flat head and long face, clear eyebrows, good looks, but between the eyebrows and eyes there is a unique playful look of a man, when he is not smiling, he seems to be laughing, and speaking with one mouth is the virtue of a man in the imperial capital. Fortunately, his eyes are clean and decent, otherwise he is a living hooligan, it can be said that Song Huasong is a living specimen of the imperial capital. The old fritter-like temperament has penetrated deep into the bones.

Song Ersheng stretched out his hand to hug him, smiling and pulling his father's hair, it's time to push his head, "Dad~~~~"

Father Song sighed, looked at the old son, not fat or thin, still the way he was when he left, he thought, the mother-in-law ate well, but I didn't see the old son grow meat, probably still didn't eat much, so he deliberately thought so much in his heart, made himself feel a lot more comfortable, and Song Ersheng let her sit on his shoulder, "Unload the car with Dad" The old son is not in good health, but he doesn't have the squeamish appearance of the little girl at all, how to play with her, she laughs.

This made Song's fatherly heart frustrated by the first two daughters very comforted.