Out of the door of the state-run hotel, Song Hongguo was still thinking, Huo Minglou would be thrown away when he ran out, wouldn't he be a scumbag?

"Can't people do things neatly?" The system couldn't help but complain, "Scumbag? Do you dare to think that the host has to be sticky with you? ”

was squeezed, Song Hongguo was not angry, and said speechlessly, "Then his temperament, it is easy to die alone." ”

This will not talk to lesbians, how can we talk about further development?

"Even in his face, there will always be moths to the fire, not all lesbians are like you."

"What am I like?"

"Don't you know what you look like?" The system snorted, "How desperate you are, they are my sons, and they can kill all the men." ”

No matter how good Song Hongguo is, with his two sons, most men with better conditions will be discouraged.

Song Hongguo was noncommittal, she didn't want to get married, what's wrong with killing peach blossoms by herself?

The system faintly reminded, "You beware of abusing your husband for a while, chasing your husband in the crematorium." ”

"......" Who did she abuse? Obviously she was the one who threw it away when she ran out.

At this time, Ling Zhi suddenly said, "You shouldn't have said that just now, you will scare away those gay men who have a good impression of you." ”

Just been scolded by the system, and this was nagged by the cheap son again, Song Hongguo snorted and flicked his head, "Worry too much and beware of long wrinkles." ”

"I just think ......"

"I don't want you to think, I want me to feel." Song Hongguo blocked the back road he still wanted to persuade, and turned his head to ask Ling Yuan in his arms, "Is there a place you want to play?" ”

Ling Yuan blinked, "Can you go play?" ”

"Why not? Now we're full, and we don't have much to do. ”

She said it as a matter of course, but Ling Zhi began to worry again, why did she have nothing to do? Isn't it a matter of negotiating to buy a house?

He gave Ling Yuan a look and told him not to make a fuss, however, Ling Yuan pointed to a place and said with a smile, "I want to go there and have a look." ”

Ling Zhi looked over and saw the word bookstore, and immediately swallowed those words of opposition.

Generally, there will be no bookstore in the town, but this is the location of the aluminum factory, and the hardware facilities are better than the county seat, so there is not only a bookstore, but also a large scale.

When Song Hongguo pushed the door and entered, there were seven or eight people scattered in the bookstore, all of whom were looking down and flipping through books, which not only sold books, but also read them for free.

"Comrade, I'll find you any books to buy." The salesperson saw her come in with her two children, stood up from behind the counter, and took the initiative to ask.

Song Hongguo put Ling Yuan down, swept around the front counter, and asked politely, "Is there a book suitable for them to read at such an age?" ”

"Yes, do you see any of these?" The salesperson asked tentatively, pointing to the bottom of a counter.

Those are villain books, which are indeed loved by children, but the price is not cheap, and adults are usually not willing to give up.

The salesman also looked at Song Hongguo's dress, maybe he didn't feel sorry for the money to buy idle books, so he tried to ask, and then Song Hongguo's performance did not disappoint him, to be precise, it surprised him.

Song Hongguo not only bought it, but also let the two children take the initiative to choose, without limiting the quantity, nor looking at the price, and did not point fingers when they chosen. "Just pay the money happily.

When they left the bookstore, the brothers hugged the book in their arms tightly, and their faces were still like that dream.

Song Hongguo carried the burden and joked to Ling Yuan, who was about to walk, "If you have a book, you don't need your mother to hug it?" ”

Ling Yuan raised a beautiful smile, "I'm afraid that my mother will be tired, so you can also rest." ”

"Not cold?"

Ling Yuan shook his head, lowered his head and looked at the book in his hand, his voice fluttering, "I still feel a little hot." ”

The blood was boiling, Ling Yuan couldn't describe the feeling, he just wanted to shout and jump hard.

Song Hongguo understands very well, so she is very relieved, people who love to read will not be too bad in life.

Back at the guest house, the two little ones couldn't wait to sit on the edge of the bed and look at it, they washed their hands before seeing it, and turned the pages carefully, the expression on their faces was joy, excitement, and pilgrimage-like piety.

Song Hongguo didn't bother them, pulled out the coal stove to boil water, and bought three new enamel jars from the system, the pictures on them were different, easy to distinguish, cleaned, and after the water boiled, he made himself a cup of tea, and made a cup of malt milk essence for the two little guys who were addicted to reading.

The room was very quiet, occasionally there was a sound of flipping books, Song Hongguo sat on another bed, sorting out the things he bought, washing what should be washed, cutting what should be cut, and inexplicably experiencing a feeling of quiet years.

An afternoon passed unconsciously, and by the time she found that the light was a little dim, Song Hongguo had already sewn a blouse.

"Okay, let's not look at it for the time being, and let my eyes rest for a while." Song Hongguo put down the work in his hand, turned on the light, and the room suddenly lit up.

The two little ones also woke up from a dream and walked out of the interesting world in the book.

"Mom, this book is so good!" Compared with Ling Zhi, Ling Yuan's way of expressing joy was much more outward, he rushed over and hugged Song Hongguo's legs, raised his face, and his eyes were burning, "I like to read so much, thank you Mom!" ”

Song Hongguo squatted down with a smile and pinched his face, "If you say that, I'm relieved." ”

"Huh?" Ling Yuan was puzzled.

Song Hongguo said, "What is the biggest trouble in raising children? It's not that I'm worried about him eating and drinking, but I'm worried that he doesn't like to read and study. ”

"Huh?" Ling Yuan's eyes widened in surprise, "How interesting is reading a book, and there are children you don't like?" ”

This seems to him to be incredible, his father said, books, the most precious wealth, people who can have books to read, is happy, but at that time they didn't have any, so they lived a miserable life, so he was very eager to have books to read, so even if he was hungry and tired and wanted to fall asleep, he would struggle to learn to read and write with his father.

Ling Zhi thought more than he did, and asked her, "Are you referring to the fact that there are children who don't like to read the textbooks that are distributed at school?" ”

Song Hongguo nodded and shook his head, "That's right, what about you?" I just love to read this kind of interesting villain book, or ......"

Ling Yuan didn't wait for her to finish asking, and said in an excited tone, "I don't just like to read villain books, I also like textbooks." ”

"Textbooks are much more boring than villain books, are you sure you like them?"

Ling Yuan nodded vigorously, "My father said that the knowledge in textbooks can make people smart and strong, what are you afraid of?" That's what makes you promising. ”

When Song Hongguo heard this, he gave a thumbs up, "This answer is full marks, and when I go to school in the future, I must think so." ”