On the other side of the lotus pond.

Da Lang sat silently on one side, staring blankly at the lotus flowers in the pond without saying a word.

From a distance, the bleak figure looks like a sapling that has been frosted in winter.

There is a strong air of decadence all over the body.

"Brother Da Lang, it's time to eat!" Song Qingmo stood behind the west wing, deliberately opened the small door, stuck out her head, and shouted from afar.

Da Lang was motionless, and no sound could enter his world.

"Humph!" Song Qingmo gritted her teeth angrily, ran around in a circle, and screamed loudly at Da Lang's ears, "Brother Da Lang, it's time to eat!" ”

"Ahh Da Lang was shocked, completely came back to his senses, and responded casually, "Oh! ”

With that, he got up and walked towards the Song family's new house.

Song Qingmo followed behind her, glaring fiercely at Da Lang's back, her mouth high.

After dinner, Old Man Song drank too much and went back to the upper room to rest, and Song Chengyi also returned to the East Cross Courtyard, and the person who built the house was on the side, so he didn't need to watch it deliberately.

Song Chengli washed his face, pushed the cart, and went to dig the soil, mud and sand, and cover the duck house.

He wanted to take advantage of his free time to cover the duck house for Song Qingmo as soon as possible.

Erlang saw it and said, "Third uncle, you put the duck house there first, and I'll find two people to help you get it another day." ”

"No!" Song Chengli was comfortable in his heart, shook his head and refused, "I'll do it while I'm not busy." Go get busy! Leave me alone! ”

"It's a trifle! You don't need to be polite to me. Erlang waved his hand impatiently, raised his feet and went to the mayor, and it didn't take long for him to send four younger brothers to help.

............

On the other side, Ye took his two daughters to wash dishes and brush chopsticks in the kitchen.

Song Qingyuan pulled Li to the side to help.

After pouring the water, I saw Da Lang walking out, and after a while, Song Qinglian also went out.

"Strange, where are they going?" Song Qingyuan stood in place and muttered to himself.

Song Qingmo came out from behind, "I guess it's going to the lotus pond!" ”

"To the lotus pond?" Song Qingyuan was puzzled.

When eating, Da Lang was found by Song Qingmo by the lotus pond.

"What is Brother Lang doing in the lotus pond?" Song Qingyuan asked.

"Who knows!" Song Qingmo pursed her lips, "Maybe it's a lotus......"

"It looks like it's dead and doesn't come alive...... Every day after dinner, I will go there and sit! Song Qingmo poured out the dirty water.

He continued, "I can see him every day when I herd ducks. ”

"If the sun doesn't set, he won't come back!" Song Qingmo then added.

"What about Sister Lian'er?" Song Qingyuan asked, "Where is she going?" During this time, they were in the East Cross Courtyard and rarely paid attention to the movements of the two siblings in the big house.

It's just that when eating, I feel that Da Lang is a little depressed, and he doesn't talk much.

"Maybe it's with Brother Da Lang......" Song Qingmo guessed.

"I'll take a look!" Song Qingyuan wiped his hands, put down the cloth towel and walked out.

"Wait for me!" Song Qingmo chased after her, "I'll go with you." ”

Song Qingmo took Song Qingyuan's hand, "Brother Da Lang is not on our side, on the opposite side of the lotus pond, we have to go around from the front." ”

Sitting on the wasteland across the lotus pond? The corners of Song Qingyuan's mouth twitched, this is hiding from people.

Don't you want to get autism?

The two of them went around and walked over, and sure enough, they saw Da Lang sitting on the wasteland.

Da Lang held his cheek in one hand and stared blankly at the blooming lotus flowers.

The sun's rays shine on the lotus pond, showing a colorful brilliance.

They add a touch of life to the tranquil pond, and the turquoise lotus leaves resemble a large jade plate against the lotus flowers, tender and delicate.

The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red!

Too many beautiful things!

What is incompatible with this beautiful scenery is Da Lang's face. There is also Song Qinglian standing on Da Lang's side, with an angry and corrupt face.

The two looked at each other and quickly walked over.

Song Qinglian's voice gradually came, "Look at what you look like on this day......

"Are you ashamed...... ...... who will not live"

"What's so good about that slut that deserves your ......"

"Song Huaiwen, let me tell you...... If you continue like this......" Song Qinglian pointed at Da Lang angrily, and her afterglow swept to two figures.

If you don't say it, you can hold it back.

Stretched out his hand, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said softly, "Yuan'er, Mo'er, you're here!" ”

"Hmm!" Song Qingyuan nodded.

Song Qingmo took out an embroidered handkerchief and handed it over, "Sister Lian'er, don't cry!" ”

...... Song Qinglian took the embroidered handkerchief, held it in her hand, and couldn't help but pour out the tears she had held back.

hugged Song Qingmo and whimpered and cried.

"Daddy is not here...... I don't know how to persuade my brother...... Follow and ...... anxious," Song Qinglian said sentence by sentence.

Song Qingmo patted Song Qinglian's back and comforted dryly, "Sister Lian'er, don't cry!" ”

After that, he glared at Da Lang fiercely.

Da Lang stood up, helpless, "Lian'er, I ......"

"What are you! You look at what you look like now, being an older brother and worrying your younger sister...... Do you still look like a brother? Song Qingmo choked and looked at Da Lang angrily.

Da Lang was silent and did not speak, his expression was depressed, and after a long time, he said, "Go back!" ”

"Humph!" Song Qingmo snorted and pulled Song Qinglian home.

Song Qingyuan followed behind, observing Da Lang.

People are a little decadent, but they also know that guilt is not incurable.

............

After returning to Song's house, Song Qinglian went back to her house, and Song Qingmo followed her to comfort her.

Seeing this scene, Song Qingyuan laughed.

Song Qingmo is really a cute little angel, when she didn't like Song Qinglian before, her nose was not a nose, and her eyes were not eyes.

Since Song Qinglian helped her wrap zongzi a few times, the relationship between the two has also improved a lot.

At this time, they are willing to stand up for Song Qinglian.

Song Qingyuan shook his head and smiled, and then entered the study.

In the study, Da Lang took the book and flipped through it, and when he saw Song Qingyuan coming in, he paused.

Song Qingyuan reached out and took the book in Da Lang's hand and asked, "Brother Da Lang, which page did you see?" ”

Da Lang was silent and did not speak.

Song Qingyuan didn't care either, and said to himself, "I guess Brother Da Lang will definitely not be able to see it!" ”

Da Lang's expression was slightly stunned, and he reached for the other books.

Song Qingyuan dragged a chair casually, sat down beside Da Lang, opened the book and flipped through it casually. The books are well preserved, and it can be seen that Da Lang is also a book lover.

There are also annotations made by Da Lang on it, the handwriting is neat and neat, and it is a little handsome.

People say words like their people, handsome words, with a gentle Lang, complement each other.

Song Qingyuan really couldn't figure it out, how could Da Lang like a woman like He Xiuxiu?

Is it true that women are not bad and men are not loved?

After turning two more pages, Song Qingyuan suddenly turned his head and said, "I saw He Xiuxiu in the natural residence today......" I want to talk about "Splendid Pastoral: Small Landlords of Farmers" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~