Song Ziyan glanced at Song Yiyang: "You talk a lot!" ”

"Grandpa, do you remember Pei Xi?" Song Ziyan pulled Yin Yi's cuffs: "It's my little sister who came to our house before!" ”

"Is it the tide girl who caused trouble all day long at school and went home to the house to uncover the tiles?" Yin Yi frowned and thought about it carefully.

Song Ziyan pursed his lips and pretended to be unhappy: "What do you mean to cause trouble!" We are brave and courageous! ”

"Yes, yes, be brave!" Yin Yi scratched Song Ziyan's nose: "When will the girl come?" I haven't seen her in years, so I miss her. ”

"It is estimated that it will arrive in the afternoon, and when it comes, I will ask my little brother to drive to pick her up!" Song Ziyan has already silently arranged Song Yiyang.

"Do I agree?" Song Yiyang glared at Song Ziyan, of course, Song Ziyan naturally pretended not to see it.

"And another?" Yin Yi rubbed Song Ziyan's head: "Don't worry about your little brother, you continue!" ”

Song Ziyan raised his head contrivedly, and looked up at the roof at forty-five degrees pretending to be melancholy: "There is another person who makes me fall out of favor!" ”

As soon as Yin Yi saw Song Ziyan's appearance, his eyes narrowed with a smile: "It's your brother Qi!" ”

Song Ziyan said: "What Brother Qi, grandpa, you can't talk well!" ”

"Okay, okay! It's all up to you, just be happy with our smoke! Yin Yi nodded: "Okay, then let's stop here today!" ”

……

On Chinese New Year's Eve, the family was busy pasting couplets, window flowers, New Year paintings, blessing characters and so on, lively and lively, and the taste of the New Year became stronger and stronger.

Most of the aunts and uncles who worked in the Yin family's family left after cleaning five days ago, and the rest were people who had no family and spent the New Year in the courtyard specially opened by the Yin family every year.

Song Ziyan took Luo Yue around the house and helped her recognize the way, after all, she still lived here for a week, so it was better to be familiar with it.

In the afternoon, Song Yiyang took Pei Xi back to Yin's house, and as soon as Song Ziyan heard that Pei Xi had arrived, he ran to the gate with Luo Yuesa.

Compared with Song Ziyan, who usually dresses comfortably and only wears sweatshirts and sportswear, Pei Xi is much more exquisite.

A big pale pink thickened sweatshirt, wearing a small skirt skirt that is half covered by the sweatshirt, revealing straight slender and slender legs, and carrying a small bag is very cute.

The hair is slightly curly, and the gentle partiality seems to be a gentle beauty, who would have thought that this is a hacker with excellent technology that makes many bigwigs have a headache!

When Pei Xi saw Song Ziyan rushing over, he immediately threw the suitcase and bag in his hand to Song Yiyang and rushed in the direction of Song Ziyan.

The two hugged each other tightly.

"I want to kill you! You haven't been back to China for years, I thought you forgot that I wasn't coming back! Song Ziyan's tone was irrepressible joy.

"How could it not come back! In your day and night of hope, I must come back! ”

The two hugged for a while before letting go, and Song Ziyan introduced Luo Yue and Pei Xi to each other.

Pei Xi was familiar with himself, and soon got along with Luo Yue, and the three of them went back to Song Ziyan's small courtyard together and accompanied Pei Xi to put his luggage.

"It's so cold, you don't wear pants yet, do you want to have cold legs in the future!"

Song Ziyan, who inadvertently glanced at Pei Xi's white legs exposed, couldn't help but complain: "Believe it or not, I'll find you autumn pants to wear in a while!" ”

"You're a straight girl!" Pei Xi slapped Song Zi's cigarette butt: "Look at it, this is through the meat stockings!" ”

As he spoke, he also pulled the stockings on his legs to show Song Ziyan.

Luo Yue snickered beside her, my sister is really too straight, so silly!

Song Ziyan, who was about to find some comfort in Luo Yue, turned his head and found that Luo Yue was snickering, and sure enough, love would disappear.