At the beginning of summer, he was very interested in rural things.

Seeing this, Song Niangzi was even more foaming at the mouth, and drank several teas in succession. She already likes to chat, she used to talk a lot with Mrs. Zheng, and it was not interesting to always say some old words, but now she has a new little audience, and the other party also listens carefully, and she wants to have fun.

waited for Mrs. Zheng to send out to find someone back and forth, then interrupted.

"The master said that he had eaten outside, so he didn't have to wait for him, and he wouldn't come back for dinner." The little guy lowered his head and said.

"This old man, why is he getting more and more out of tune!" Old Madam Zheng spat and called people down.

What is her wife like, can she still not know? If he must have talked to the old men of his group of fox friends and dogs, he didn't know how to go home.

Xia Chu whispered to persuade her: "Daddy is the most measured, he will persuade his grandfather, and grandmother can rest assured." ”

Song Niangzi sat close, heard her soft voice, immediately fell in love, glanced at her son who was almost at the door, and sighed: "It's still my daughter's intimate, my stinky boy, eight sticks can't beat a fart!" ”

That's a bit vulgar.

Song Xiaogongzi raised his head at this time, and called helplessly: "Mother." "It's a bit of a reminder.

Only then did Xia Chu glance at this little boy Song.

He was only eight years old, still a child, and his body was slender, which was in stark contrast to Song Niangzi's stout short-necked figure. His skin is white and delicate, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, thin lips and light purses, how can he see that he is a handsome young man, and there is no resemblance to Song Niangzi on his body.

He was wearing a long shirt made of green silk cloth, with a thick black hair and a scholar's scarf, he was young next year, but he was already full of style, and he looked like a scholar.

Xia Chu looked at him, looked at Song Niangzi again, and remembered the sentence 'mother', and he understood a little in his heart.

Most of Song Xiaogongzi was not born to Song Niangzi.

Mrs. Zheng didn't care about this, and she also knew what Song Niangzi was thinking, so she said: "I like Chengzhao's child, steady and square, our old man is also praised, but you are not satisfied." ”

Song Niangzi snorted, but she didn't say anything, but then she talked about it in a few words, and her eyebrows fluttered for a while.

At the beginning of the summer, he lost his mind and didn't listen to it at all.

She always felt that this Song Chengzhao was very familiar, but she couldn't remember who he looked like for a while. It was the first time she had seen him, and it was impossible for her to meet him before, so there was no reason to feel like this.

Seeing that she was absent-minded, Mrs. Zheng thought she was bored, and saw that Song Chengzhao was only sitting on the side, so she smiled and said to Xia Chu: "Why don't you lead your brother of the Song family to sit in the garden?" Your grandfather planted a few plum blossoms, and they bloomed well this year. ”

Mrs. Zheng really likes Song Chengzhao.

He was a good boy, and he was well-behaved when he entered the door, and he didn't look around with his head down. Eight-year-old boys are lively and active, and he is steady, not sulking at all, only listening to their gossip, and never interjecting for attention.

There are no outsiders in the house, just two children, and there are maids and servants around to watch, and it's okay to go out to play for a while.

At the beginning of the summer, he was ordered to leave.

Although it was just the New Year, it was not cold on this day, the sun was basking on the head, and the wind could not blow, and it was warm when standing outside for a while. However, the servants would not tell them to bask in the sun outside, lest they would be damaged, so they moved to the pavilion again.

It wasn't cold in the pavilion, but it was still lit with a charcoal basin.

Go to Tantuo Temple to incense that plum blossoms only bloom, more to see is a small bone, some only out of a sharp tooth, this time is indeed full of trees full of trees, is far away, can also smell a burst of aroma.

The scenery is naturally not as good as the plum garden, but it can't stand the sunshine just right, and the breeze is warm.

The next person put on the fragrant spicpiece of dim sum, and at the beginning of the summer, he looked at the scene for a while, and saw that Song Xiaogongzi was sitting silently on the side eating dim sum, and at first glance, he didn't have the heart to look at the scenery, and his brows wrinkled.

It's always hard to ask guests to sit dry.

"Brother Song, do you want to read a book here?" She looked at him dressed up and hesitated to speak.

I saw Song Chengzhao raise his head suddenly, his eyes sparkled at her, but he still pushed back in his mouth: "...... No hassle......"

That's what you want.

She smiled slightly, took a bite of a shortbread, it was soft and glutinous, and it was very delicious: "What kind of books does Brother Song like to read?" My grandfather's study has a lot of books, in addition to the four books and five classics, there are also strange aspirations, poems, essays, and travelogues. ”

Song Chengzhao hesitated for a moment and said, "...... Can there be "Spring and Autumn"? ”

At the beginning of the summer, he raised his eyebrows.

"Spring and Autumn" is also among the Five Classics, saying that it is a biography, but it is actually a history book, which is quite difficult.

"Yes." She smiled and ordered someone to pick it up, and asked for a travelogue for herself.

Everyone in the Zheng Mansion knows that her aunt and grandmother are favored, and her daughter is also the treasure of the old man and the old lady, but if you want two common books, it is not an ancient book, so naturally there is nothing to do.

Song Niangzi sat for a long time, during which Song Niangzi ate a lot of tea, went to the clean room twice, and saw no one turn around, so she couldn't sit still.

Mrs. Zheng also felt strange, the Zheng family's garden was not big, and it wouldn't take a long time to walk around.

When someone asked, they realized that these two little ones were actually reading a book in the garden pavilion, and they were angry and funny for a while.

"In this winter, how can you tell the girl and Song Gongzi to study outside? You don't remind you one by one. Seeing that Mrs. Song's expression was unclear, Mrs. Zheng hurriedly spoke: "Hurry up and call back, don't freeze." ”

The subordinate went away.

Song Niangzi looked at her eyes in a daze, sighed, and said, "This kid ...... His temperament is very much like his father, not like ......."

Old Madam Zheng didn't hear what she said, and said with a smile: "My son is like a father, this is father and son!" You should be relieved, I think Cheng Zhao is a polite and filial person, don't be wrong. ”

Song Niangzi nodded.

Outside, when Xia Chu heard that Mrs. Zheng was looking for them to go back, he scattered his hands, got up and saw that the little boy Song was still reading books, as if he was deaf to them.

His ears do not listen to what is going on outside the window, and he only reads the books of the sages.

It's a nerd.

Since Song Niangzi is a lady, the Song family will not lack books to read, and this Spring and Autumn Period is not an idle book**, he is still so fascinated by it, it can be seen that his nature is like this.

"Brother of the Song family? Brother of the Song family! ”

Xia Chu screamed twice, and Song Chengzhao woke up and looked at her in confusion.

She pursed her lips and smiled, "It's time for us to go back." ”

"Ah, good!" Song Chengzhao hurriedly stood up and closed the page, and there was no reluctance on his face.

The tips of my ears were red.

Xia Chu didn't say anything, and followed him three steps away and went back one after another.

After going back and sitting for a while, Mrs. Song saw that it was not early, so she led him to his house.

Xia Chu looked at the figure of the mother and son in the distance, and his expression was a little dazed.

Finally...... Like whom?