Song Fuling was standing on the kang in her own house, holding a broom in her hand with a rag tied to it, and was looking up to wipe the gusset on the roof of the shed.

I was very angry when I rubbed it.

How do you buckle the board?

Poke it hard with a mop, and some of the wooden plates move.

Qian Peiying passed by the door of her house, glanced at her daughter on the kang, and glanced at the roof of the shed, "Who told you to make a fool of yourself to put together pieces, you have to put together a piece of jujube red and a piece of wood color, didn't the glue start to rain before it dried out?" ”

The house is damp, and the gusset is not completely dried, but some of the seams are not sticky.

Besides, why aren't other houses like this?

Any idea why?

Because we're not hypocritical.

Let's buckle the whole big waxed board, it's easy to clean up.

This life, people with enough life experience know that those who spend a whistle can see where they can go? The more patterns and ornaments, the more tired you are, and the more clean and bright you get.

At that time, the girl had to stagger the color of the buckle shed one square after another, and she was kind enough to remind her, "When the buckle is loose, you have something to do with this piece, anyway, I don't care, clean up my own house." ”

Song Fuling glanced at her mother angrily, and then looked at the roof of the shed.

She didn't believe it, she stood on the ladder and wiped it piece by piece, and when she finished wiping it and poured it out, she boiled the glue herself and glued it again.

Who are you scaring about?

An hour later, Song Fuling took off her mask and wiped the sweat on her face, her palms were full of water, she was tired, her arms were sore, her neck was sore, and she was a little out of breath.

What's even more desperate is that she slowly finished wiping the roof of the shed: "Mother, mother, what are you doing?" ”

"Your father and I are going to clean up the platform, what are you going to do?"

"It's okay, just ask casually, "I'm embarrassed to ask you to help me."

Song Fuling lay on the windowsill and hurriedly beckoned: "Bumping? Milk, what are you busy with. ”

"Oh, there's a lot to do with milk," Mrs. Ma said as she took the wormwood back to her house.

Mi Shou combed a small pigtail and appeared with a rag in his hand: "Sister, are you tired?" I'll pick it up with you. ”

Song Fuling sat by the window, turning her head to look at her younger brother, the summer wind blew, blowing slightly messy on her sideburns.

Just when Mi Shou had a smile on his face, thinking that his sister would praise him for "having my brother at a critical moment", his sister said with a beautiful little face:

"No, I refuse, I'm afraid that after you help me, I will still help you, I will be more tired."

"Shh Mi Shou ran away, what kind of sister is this.

Mi Shou was washing the rag with soapy water and wiping the kang mat on the kang in his own house, when Song Fuling was getting into her kang cabinet that went straight to the roof of the shed, and was also wiping the wardrobe inside and out with soapy water.

Wipe it first with a damp rag and then with a dry rag.

Mi Shou stood in front of the desk in his room, smiled happily, and touched the desk and chair with his little hands.

He has his own special desk, and his uncle said, "Whatever you want."

Mishou threw away the rag and completely forgot about his work.

Two small hands knelt on the chair with the wooden picture frame, and solemnly placed the picture frame on the bookshelf partition integrated with the desk.

"Hehe, hehe."

Just when Mi Shou was looking at the silly music of a family of four drawn by her sister in the photo frame, Song Fuling was in her room, wiping the window frames, window sills, wiping the boards on the walls, wiping the desk, wiping the bookcase, wiping the chair legs, and kneeling on the ground to wipe the floor.

When the floor was all wiped off, she lay flat on it in a large font.

Song Fusheng on the balcony in the attic heard his daughter shouting: "Ah, I don't want to live anymore." ”