In the evening, Song Siyu went back to Qili Township and picked all the flowers planted by Mrs. Song.

"Uko! How can you pick the flowers that your milk has worked so hard to plant? Old Mrs. Song looked at her grandson with a very bad face.

The seeds of this flower are rare, and the children of the neighbors next door work in the flower field in the city, and they are brought back with great difficulty during the holidays, which is rare!

Although Mrs. Song is a rural person, she likes to raise these flowers and plants.

Song Siyu heard Yu Sheng say one day that this flower is called red rose, which symbolizes unswerving love and is most suitable for giving to his lover.

Facing Mrs. Song's reprimanding eyes, Song Siyu said with a weak heart: "Milk, how much money do you say, I'll buy it from you." ”

"You kid!" When Mrs. Song heard what he said, she suddenly became angry, "You tell me what you want to take off, if the reason is sufficient, I won't blame you." ”

This child has always been steady, and will definitely not come to pick the flowers she planted for no reason.

Song Siyu's face turned red, and he scratched his head embarrassedly, "I'll tell you when I succeed......"

"No!" Old Madam Song was unwilling to grab his hand, and her tone was non-negotiable.

"That's it...... I want to give it to the girl......" Although his voice was very low, Mrs. Song still heard it.

She blinked and asked, "What did you say?" For a little girl? ”

Song Siyu nodded, "Yes." ”

"Hey!" Mrs. Song patted her grandson's shoulder, and the displeasure on her face was instantly replaced by a smile, "Why didn't you say it earlier, kid?" Is it enough? Not enough to have it behind the house. ”

Song Siyu saw the change of face of his own milk, and his heart was a little shocked.

He shook his head, "It doesn't take much, eighteen flowers are enough." ”

Shaoling's sister is eighteen years old this year, and she gave her eighteen roses.

Mrs. Song took her grandson's hand and asked with a smile, "Yuzi, which village is that girl from?" What's your name, how old is this year, and what do you look like? ”

Mrs. Song threw out several questions at once.

Song Siyu put the flowers into the vegetable basket of the bicycle and said, "Milk, I'll bring it back to you and your grandfather in two days, and you'll know when the time comes." ”

"Can't you just talk about it first?" Old Lady Song pursed her lips unhappily.

"She's the little girl who helped in the store, you should have seen it, it's not early, I'm going to rush back to the store, and I'll come back when it's empty!" After Song Siyu finished speaking, without waiting for Mrs. Song to answer, he rode directly on his bicycle and left.

Looking at the back of her grandson who was getting farther and farther away, a bright smile appeared on Mrs. Song's old face full of folds.

She hurriedly turned around and entered the house, shouting, "Old man, Yuzi has a talking partner......

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Chen Shaoling finished her work and prepared to go home.

Yu Sheng stopped her and looked at her with a smile: "Shaoling, stay and eat together at night, and let Yuzi send you back after eating." ”

"Thank you, Sister Sheng, but I still have to go back and cook dinner for my brother." Every day when Chen Shaoling goes back from work, she buys some meat at the market and goes back, and then cuts some vegetables in the vegetable garden at home to cook.

Now that she has an income, she dares to buy meat, and she dares to cook rice to eat, and she used to have vegetables and porridge for every meal.

Yu Sheng said helplessly: "Your brother is an adult, you don't need to worry so much, let him cook dinner by himself tonight, he can't be hungry." ”

Chen Shaoling hesitated, relieved that her brother was not at ease.

Yu Shulan also said: "Shaoling will stay and eat together at night, you said that you have been here for so long, and you have never had dinner together." ”

I also asked her to stay and eat before, but this girl was always worried that Chen Shaobin didn't have dinner yet.