Xia Huashu's house is a two-story small bungalow, Xia Zhenhua drove the car into the big iron gate of his house, and then parked in front of the small bungalow.

Xia Huashu said to Song Baoxuan with great interest.

"Xiaobao, this is my home!"

"Your home is beautiful!"

Xia Zhenhua got out of the car and wanted to help them open the car door, but Xia Rui was one step ahead of him and had already gone down from the co-pilot to help Song Baoxuan and them open the car door.

"Song Baoxuan, you... Be careful when you get out of the car and don't hit your head. ”

"Okay, thanks for the reminder!"

As soon as Song Baoxuan got out of the car, Xia Huashu was excited to take her to her room.

"Xiaobao, you and I go to my room!"

Song Baoxuan said to Xia Huashu: "Let's go later!"

Then he turned his head to look at Xia Zhenhua and asked.

"Uncle Xia, is there anything we can help with?"

Song Zhaodi stood at a loss, she felt out of place here.

It's clean and beautiful, the yard is full of nice flowers, and there are white swings.

And the soles of her shoes were still stained with yellow mud, Song Zhaodi stood as soon as she got out of the car and didn't dare to move, she heard Song Baoxuan say weakly.

"Uncle Xia, I... I can help too. ”

Xia Zhenhua said with a smile.

"Without your help, there is no way to let the guests do it. You go play with Shushu, and I'll call you later when we have lunch, Xiaorui's birthday won't start until the evening. ”

Song Baoxuan nodded and said.

"Okay, if Uncle Xia, call us if you need it."

"Okay, Shushu, take Baoxuan and Brother Zhao to play!"

"Well, Xiaobao, come with me, Brother Zhao, you also come together, let's go to my room."

Xia Huashu pulled Song Baoxuan and couldn't wait to go to his room, but Song Zhaodi hesitated, but still followed.

Otherwise, she wouldn't know what she could do if she stayed here.

Song Zhaodi was even more remorseful when he entered the small bungalow, and he knew that he had brushed his shoes first.

It's so clean here, it wouldn't be good if you were trampled on by yourself.

As soon as Xia Rui entered the door, he saw that Song Zhaodi's pestle was not moving at all in the door, while Xia Huashu and Song Baoxuan had already walked to the stairs.

He asked suspiciously with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other hand holding the gift given to him by Song Baoxuan.

"What are you doing here? My family is not bad for the door god. ”

Song Zhaodi was frightened by Xia Rui's voice, she looked back at Xia Rui who was carrying the light and whispered.

"Is there anything here that can... Where to brush your shoes? ”

Xia Rui subconsciously looked at Song Zhaodi's shoes, Song Zhaodi shrank back, and even the toes in the shoes curled up uneasily.

"Your shoes are a little dirty. In this way, your feet will not wear the shoes of Shushu, so I'll go and get you a pair of shoes that my cousin left here before! ”

Originally, Xia Rui wanted to bring slippers for Song Zhaodi, but when a guest came to the house, Song Zhaodi didn't look good in a slipper.

Song thought and hurriedly shook his head and said.

"No... No, I'll just brush it. ”

"Don't brush it, it's a waste of time, you should lose this shoe too, ask your dad to buy you a new pair."

Xia Rui didn't think how expensive a pair of shoes was, even if Brother Song Zhao's family didn't live well, a pair of shoes could afford it.

After speaking, Xia Rui went to his room, put the gift given by Song Baoxuan on the table, and then went to another room to get a pair of shoes.

"Oh, let's put it on!"

"Put it on! Although my cousin has worn these shoes, she hasn't worn them a few times, so don't be picky. ”

Brother Song Zhao shook her head vigorously, she looked at the shoes that were as white as clouds in the sky and said.

"No... No, I'm afraid I'll get these shoes dirty. ”

Xia Rui said with a nonchalant expression.

"Dirty is dirty! Anyway, my cousin will never wear it again, so you can just throw it away after wearing it. ”

Song Zhaodi couldn't understand why such good shoes were thrown away, she rarely saw such good-looking shoes, and the shoes in front of her were no different from new shoes.

She hesitated for a moment but asked.

"For... Why throw it away? ”

"Do you need a reason to lose a pair of shoes? If you don't like it, you lose it! ”

"But these shoes are still very good, it's a pity to lose them."

Xia Rui looked at Song Baoxuan who was going down the stairs and said.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you, change it on, Song Baoxuan has come down to look for you."

“… Oh, thank you. ”

"Hmm."