The arrival of Chinese New Year's Eve made the cold winter a lot lively, every household in the Song family village was lit up, Song Chenguang's children were very happy wearing a festive new clothes, he was bored in the house from time to time in the past two days, and was very interested in this kind of ancient house, because there are many places to go, and there are several exits running around. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As soon as Song's mother finished lunch, she took her little daughter Song Yuanyao and began to prepare for the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Song Chenguang was the happiest when he was young, and after lunch, he ran to the house to look at his younger brothers and sisters, climbed into bed and muttered something to accompany the little moon and the little baby for a while, and then ran out of the house to play.

Soon, Song Chenguang came to the house to show off to Xu Xiuxiu with the small snowball that Song Yuanhuan pinched for him: "Mom, ......" Song Chenguang walked into the bedroom with the snowball: "Dad's pinched ball." Song Chenguang pouted his little butt very much, bent down and moved the snowball from outside the door to the house, and the snowball that had already melted while rolling on the top kept the water low.

"God." Xu Xiuxiu looked at Song Chenguang looking stupid and playing with snowballs, his new clothes were wet, and his little hands were red from the cold, but he was still happy, and suddenly a white gas came to his head: "Chenguang, this snowball is cold, you are still too young to play." Xu Xiuxiu asked for her son seriously.

"Daddy gave it." Song Yuanhuan was at a loss and wanted to protect Xueqiu's rights and interests.

After teasing Xu Xiuxiu last night, Song Yuanhuan's mood was very good, after eating at noon, he saw that the wind and snow outside had stopped, and the weather was already clear, although it was still cold, but the sun at noon still made people feel warm, he sat in the hall and chatted with Father Song, but saw Song Chenguang standing on the porch of the hall and looking longingly at his niece holding a small shovel to build a snowman, so he made a snowball for his son to play.

"Chenguang, you go and call Dad." Xu Xiuxiu gritted her teeth and held back her anger and coaxed Song Chenguang lightly.

"Oh." After Song Chenguang stretched out his little hand and let Xu Xiuxiu wipe his fingers clean, he immediately ignored the snowball in the room and turned around to complete what his mother had explained.

"Dad, Mommy is looking for you." Song Chenguang walked into the hall and said to Song Yuanhuan.

"What is Mom doing with Dad?" Song Yuanhuan asked Song Chenguang suspiciously.

"Well, mom is supposed to beat dad." Song Chenguang recalled his mother's angry eyes just now, and looked at Song Yuanhuan with sympathetic eyes.

"......" Song Yuanhuan looked back dryly at Father Song, who was listening with his ears pricked up, and then looked down at Song Chenguang helplessly: "What did you do just now?" ”

"I carried the snowball into the house, and I wanted to show it to my younger siblings." The younger brothers and sisters are still young, they must have never seen the snow, Song Chenguang wanted the younger brothers and sisters to see the snow, the little guy thought that he was doing the right thing, and he answered quite confidently.

"......" Song Yuanhuan's face stiffened when he heard this, and he looked at the eldest son in his arms with an expression of wanting to cry without tears, sure enough, his sons were born to be cheating fathers.

"Chenguang, you go and tell Mom that Dad is busy pasting couplets at home, and he can't spare time for the time being." Song Yuanhuan rationally planned not to provoke his daughter-in-law, if he obediently entered the house, according to Xu Xiuxiu's temperament, he might be so angry that he would screw his ears off.

"Why?" The little guy asked.

"What, why? You hurry up, or I'll never make snowballs for you again. Song Yuanhuan roared angrily.

"Ahem!" Song's father smoked the big front door cigarette that his second son bought, watched the conversation between the second son and the eldest grandson, and saw that after his son opened his mouth and shouted at his eldest grandson, he was suddenly unhappy, and coughed fakely, and then when the second son looked over, he looked at him majestically as the eldest child: "Don't scare the child." ”

"Got it, Dad!" Song Yuanhuan agreed, and then coaxed his son to call Xu Xiuxiu back.

After Xu Xiuxiu heard Song Chenguang's words, she stared fiercely at the snowball that was about to melt at the bedroom door and gritted her teeth.

The Chinese New Year's Eve at night was very lively, Xu Xiuxiu because she was in confinement, although there were several more varieties of food, but they were all tasteless, Xu Xiuxiu's face was bitter, thinking that she would have to live dozens of days like this, Xu Xiuxiu wanted to cry.

Song Chenguang happily began to accept the New Year's red envelopes from his elders after dinner, except for the New Year's money given by Xu Xiuxiu and Song Yuanhuan's parents, the other red envelopes are actually not large, and the family just gives a meaning, but Song Chenguang is still very happy, carrying Xu Xiuxiu to him specially sewn a small bag with a hat in Song's house in a happy circle, Xu Xiuxiu saw that he was happy, and she didn't care much about money, so she went with him.

It's just that when the little guy went out happily, but ran into the house crying, Xu Xiuxiu regretted what he had done.

"Mom......" Song Chenguang lay in Xu Xiuxiu's arms and pouted, wanting to cry but tried his best to endure it.

"What's wrong?" Xu Xiuxiu sat on the edge of the wooden bed, holding Song Chenguang who had fallen into her arms and asked softly.

"Chenguang money is gone." Song Chenguang was very sad to confide.

"How could it not be seen? Did Chenguang fall somewhere? Xu Xiuxiu breathed a sigh of relief after learning that the little guy was sad because of the New Year's money.

"It's not in the bag, the money is gone." Song Chenguang reached out and took off the small backpack, then handed it to Xu Xiuxiu to check, and then began to cry very much.

Xu Xiuxiu was appeased when she saw this, but she still couldn't coax the little guy, obviously, the little guy felt sad for the first time in his life that he collected the New Year's money but lost it, so Xu Xiuxiu had to hold the little guy out of the house without a twist, this is the first time Xu Xiuxiu stepped out of the house after returning from the hospital.

"Xiuxiu, why did you come out." In the hall, the Song family was still drinking and eating lively, and when Song Yuanhuan saw Xu Xiuxiu hugging the crying Song Chenguang, he immediately stood up and asked anxiously.

"I don't know where Chenguang's New Year's money fell! It's so sad that you go around the corner of the house and look for it and see if you can get it back! Xu Xiuxiu didn't care about the red envelope, but Song Chenguang was really sad and sad, she was really reluctant to see the little guy so sad, she had ignored Song Chenguang recently and wanted to love the little guy more.

"Good. I'll look for it, and you go back to the house. Song Yuanhuan frowned and took his son from Xu Xiuxiu's arms, and then urged Xu Xiuxiu to enter the house, the doors of the hall are all open in this winter, and it is not good for her confinement to blow to the cold wind.

"Hmm." Xu Xiuxiu nodded: "If you really can't find it, you can prepare another one!" Xu Xiuxiu lowered her voice and instructed again, Song Chenguang is still young after all, and he can't find out if he prepares a few more red envelopes for him.

"Hmm." Song Yuanhuan nodded after knowing what Xu Xiuxiu meant.

It was originally a trivial matter that the New Year's money was dropped, but after knowing who quietly touched the New Year's money, the Song family caused a storm again. (To be continued.) )