Before he could leave the school, Tan Xi had already publicized Ma Xiaoyue's troubles to Ma Xiaolong. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Ma Xiaoyue knew that he was at a loss, so he could only hang his head and keep silent.

At this moment, Ma Xiaolong blocked him with his "troubles", and Ma Xiaoyue had nothing to say. He hummed for a while, and felt very bored to himself, so he continued to copy the text. His left eyelid was still throbbing, and he couldn't help but wriggle around on the stool like a snake.

Ma Xiaolong was still faintly flipping through the book, ignoring Ma Xiaoyue, who was writhing and chirping. Outside the door, the heavy rain that had been going on for several days was still falling intermittently.

Ma Xinguo took off his hat and coat at the door, and when he saw his two sons who were studying, he couldn't help but smile with relief.

Ma Xiaoyue saw Ma Xinguo first, and immediately threw down the pencil in his hand and rushed to Ma Xinguo: "Dad, did you catch the mud snail I wanted?" ”

"Na! Take it ......" Ma Xinguo shook the plastic bag in his hand, and Ma Xiaoyue saw round "small stones" turned up in the plastic bag containing water.

"Woohoo! The mud snail is back!" Ma Xiaoyue snatched the plastic bag and turned around and ran towards the kitchen. He was looking for a clean basin to keep the freshly caught mud snails in it.

Ma Xiaolong took the hoe in his father's hand: "The water in the field is finished?"

"Not yet! What the hell is the weather! I'm afraid I won't be able to harvest much rice in the field this year~" Ma Xinguo watched Ma Xiaoyue bouncing away, and his face, which was still full of smiles just now, was covered with a layer of dark clouds that could not be dissolved.

"There has been too much rain this year, and if there is still water in the fields, the roots of the seedlings will be damaged." Ma Xiaolong added hot water to Ma Xinguo's teacup and put it on the table next to Ma Xinguo. Ma Xinguo was sitting in a chair and taking off his black shoes.

"Not really! I opened several openings in the field and plugged it when the weather was good. I just hope that God won't go down like this again, otherwise, the seedlings in this field this year will be planted in vain!" Ma Xinguo sighed, and then moved, as if he suddenly remembered something: "Why didn't you see your mother?"

"Mom is sleeping~" Ma Xiaolong replied.

"Oh~" Ma Xinguo responded, continued the movement in his hand, and after a while, the two soaked white big feet were exposed to the humid and rainy air. It was raining so hard that the shoes were filled with water.

"You go and bring my cloth shoes~" Ma Xinguo raised his foot and instructed Ma Xiaolong.

Hearing this, Ma Xiaolong nodded and ran into the bedroom.

When Ma Xiaolong's shadow disappeared at the door of the bedroom, Ma Xiaoyue rushed over with a red-edged and white-edged enamel basin: "Dad, look, a lot of mud snails have stuck their heads out~"

Before Ma Xinguo could speak, Ma Xiao stomped the enamel basin on the ground and shouted excitedly: "Dad, look!"

"Be careful! This is one of your mother's favorite pots, get rid of a piece of porcelain, and carefully she peels your skin!" Ma Xinguo looked at his reckless little son, and couldn't help but reprimand with a tiger face.

Ma Xiaoyue stuck out his tongue mischievously: "I know, Dad!" Look at it~, they'll retract again in a while!"

The mud snails in the field, Ma Xinguo has seen it I don't know how many times, and he has long been accustomed to it. But when my son was young, he was still curious, thinking that his father liked to see this rare scene as much as he did. Ma Xinguo didn't want to sweep his son's interest, but he was perfunctory.

Ma Xiaoyue ******** put them on the mud snails in the basin, and he didn't realize his father's perfunctory behavior at all.

"Dad, let's dry your feet first!" Ma Xiaolong walked to Ma Xinguo's side, put down the cloth shoes, and handed the foot towel to Ma Xinguo.

"Brother! Elder brother! Look! The head of the mud snail pushed out the shell~" Ma Xiaoyue heard Ma Xiaolong's voice and raised it, and waved at Ma Xiaolong very excitedly.

Ma Xiaolong ran over after handing the foot towel to Ma Xinguo. The two brothers squatted there affectionately and watched.

"It's indented!" When Ma Xinguo put on dry shoes and was about to leave, Ma Xiaoyue's lost voice came.

"Wait! I'm going to fold some grass to tease. One teaser and one accurate!" Ma Xiaolong rolled his eyes, and the method came out immediately. He turned and ran out. Ma Xiaodian waited obediently in the same place, and also rushed out.

"Oops! Didn't you stop following it! I don't even have an umbrella, I want to get sick!" Ma Xiaolong's angry reproach came from the rain.

"Brother, it's not that you haven't taken an umbrella~" Ma Xiaoyue looked at Ma Xiaolong and said aggrievedly.

"Okay, okay~, don't get drenched, go back!" Ma Xiaolong pulled Ma Xiaoyue and ran up, and arrived at the door in a few steps.

Ma Xiaolong shook the rain on his head, and Ma Xiaoyue also shook the rain on his head; Ma Xiaolong patted his clothes, and Ma Xiaojian also patted his clothes; Ma Xiaolong stomped on the mud on his feet, and Ma Xiaoyue also stomped on the mud on his feet.

"What do you learn from me!" Ma Xiaolong deliberately kept a straight face and asked Ma Xiaoyue seriously.

"What do you learn from me~?" Ma Xiaoyue also deliberately kept a straight face, and asked Ma Xiaolong in a slippery tone.

"You little devil!" Ma Xiaolong couldn't help but laugh and knocked Ma Xiaoyue's head. Ma Xiaoyue also laughed. He wanted to do the same again, but he couldn't reach Ma Xiaolong's head on tiptoe, so he could only give up with his eyebrows down. What Ma Xiaoyue didn't expect was that Ma Xiaolong bent his knees in front of him and said with great difficulty: "Don't take it as an example~"

"Hee-hee!" Ma Xiaoyue smiled happily and knocked on Ma Xiaolong's head: "You old ghost!"

Then the two brothers kissed and squeezed into the door together.

Ma Xinguo saw all this from the window, and couldn't help wiping the moist corners of his eyes. The eldest son Ma Xiaolong is too good, and the younger son Ma Xiaoyue is too ordinary in addition to being clever. The difference between the brothers of the same mother is so great, which makes Ma Xinguo and his wife feel sorry for their youngest son, so they usually pamper him a little, which makes Ma Xiaoyue naughty and tight. And the eldest son is like a little adult on weekdays, sensible and distressing. The diametrically opposed temperaments of the two brothers once made Ma Xinguo very worried: it would be nice if the temperaments of the two children could be combined......

But at this moment, it seems that Ma Xinguo feels that he was wrong. If it is as I imagined, I am afraid that there will be constant conflicts at home. Xiaolong will inevitably be dissatisfied when he sees his parents loving his little son, and Xiao Jump may resent his parents for passing on all the good genes to his brother when he sees that his brother is so good...... In this way, can the two brothers still be so affectionate?

"What's the matter, standing at the window~" Ma Xinguo woman turned over and woke up, looked at the man standing at the window and asked in a daze.

"Nothing!" Ma Xinguo walked towards the bed.

"What time is it? Hungry or not? Why don't I get up and cook~" The woman sat up and asked Ma Xinguo.

"What's the hurry, it's only past three o'clock. It's still early for dinner! It's okay on a rainy day, so you can sleep a little longer. Ma Xinguo kicked off his shoes and went to bed.

The woman lay down when she heard this, but she couldn't sleep for a long time. Ma Xinguo's snoring rang out. Suddenly the rain outside the window came to a show.