Song Xiaoning and Han Chuan stood next to the ticket gate, looking at each other, they didn't dare to stop for a moment, for fear of missing it.

Song Xiaoning finally saw someone, and she waved her hand excitedly: "Daddy, cousin-in-law, here." ”

Uncle Song not only brought a lot of specialties from his hometown, but also brought Song Xiaoning's two children.

Of the two children, Aunt Song led one and carried one with a strap.

As for Uncle Song and Second Sister-in-law Song, each carried a snakeskin bag.

Walking out of the ticket gate, Uncle Song and Song's second sister-in-law put the snakeskin bag on the ground.

"Mom, there are so many people in this place, I almost got separated." Second sister-in-law Song was so tired that she was panting.

After Song Xiaoning said hello, she went to hug her eldest daughter: "Big girl, do you still recognize your mother?" ”

When Song Xiaoning left Shaba Village.

The eldest chick is four years old, and the younger chick is less than a year old.

Now a year has passed, the eldest chick is five years old, and the younger chick is almost two years old.

Every time Song Xiaoning calls back, he will chat with the big girl for a few words.

So even if I haven't seen her for a year, the girl's feelings for her have not diminished at all.

The big girl looked up at Song Xiaoning and shouted timidly: "Mom." ”

this year.

Uncle Song and his wife took good care of the big girl.

The clothes were also well worn, without a single patch.

Song Xiaoning held the big girl's face and kissed it, and then went to untie the girl's strap.

The chick is young, and when Song Xiaoning left, she didn't remember anything, so she was very unfamiliar with her.

She looked at Song Xiaoning stupidly: "Auntie." ”

Grandma said that it was polite for a young girl to call her aunt.

Song Xiaoning hugged the chick, choked up with red eyes: "I'm not an aunt, I'm a mother, a little girl, call mother." ”

The chick whispered, "Mommy." ”

Song Xiaoning kissed the chick violently.

This is the meat that fell from her!

I haven't seen my daughter for a long time, and I think crazy in my heart.

This time, she decided to leave her two daughters in Kyoto.

After a while, Song Xiaoning remembered that there was still Han Chuan, she pointed to the other party and introduced to Uncle Song: "Father, sister-in-law, this is my object, called Han Chuan, a native of Kyoto, and a teacher." ”

Uncle Song looked Han Chuan up and down, and the more he looked at it, the more suspicious he felt, there must be something wrong with this young man, otherwise he looked so good, and he was in a big city, how could he fall in love with Xiao Ning with two children!

When we met for the first time, Uncle Song asked him in the first sentence: "Is there something wrong with your place?" ”

Han Chuan didn't understand it originally, but he couldn't stand Uncle Song's eyes staring at his crotch all the time.

Han Chuan's face instantly darkened: "I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with me." ”

The three adult women also understood, and the three of them looked at Uncle Song speechlessly, can't you ask this kind of thing in a place where there are few people?

Uncle Song didn't believe it: "With your appearance, it's not difficult to find a seventeen or eighteen-year-old, right?" Why did you choose our Xiaoning?

Of course, I'm not saying that Xiao Ning is bad.

I think it's a little weird. ”

Normal people, who would marry with two children!

Han Chuan had long expected that Uncle Song would ask this, and he didn't hide it, and said the Han family's affairs word for word.

After listening to this, Uncle Song looked at Han Chuan with a complicated expression: "In other words, you married Xiao Ning because you felt warmth in her?" ”

Han Chuan nodded: "At first glance, after understanding, I feel that her personality is very good and she is very suitable for me." ”

I have experienced too much in the Han family.

What Han Chuan wants is a gentle and sensible object, not an arrogant and domineering woman like Xu Huilan.

Before he met Song Xiaoning, there were also female comrades who liked him, but he always felt that something was missing.

Until I met Song Xiaoning.

He had the feeling of heartbeat.

In the eyes of others, Song Xiaoning is an ordinary person who can no longer be ordinary, but in his eyes, Song Xiaoning is a person with strong willpower and can take charge of himself.

After a year of training and baptism, Song Xiaoning does have the capital that Han Chuan likes.

Even if she is very good at making money now, she still reads books at night to improve herself.

She also plans to take the college entrance examination this time.

Uncle Song continued to pick thorns, but Song Xiaoning tugged his hand: "Dad, let's talk about it when I go home!" ”

Uncle Song glared at Song Xiaoning fiercely: "Elbow turned out." ”

Song Xiaoning couldn't cry or laugh: "I didn't, Dad, don't wronged people." ”

Han Chuan saw the snakeskin bag on the ground and wanted to help carry it.

It's just that he is a weak scholar, and his strength is not enough at all.

mentioned it, didn't mention it, Han Chuan's facial expression almost cracked.

He saw Uncle Song staring at him directly, with a hint of embarrassment on his face, he coughed: "I wasn't ready just now, I must try again." ”

With that, he took a deep breath and gathered all his strength on his arm.

Keep mentioning.

Still not raised.

Uncle Song disliked: "You can't do this kind of rough work." ”

Han Chuan was stunned: "Uncle, as long as you give me time, you will definitely be able to do it." ”

Uncle Song snorted, picked up the snakeskin bag and left.

Second sister-in-law Song is a lesbian, and her strength is not so great, and it is already the limit to carry it from the inside to the outside: "Comrade, why don't we carry it together?" ”

Han Chuan grabbed the other corner of the snakeskin bag and walked out with Song's second sister-in-law.

Han Chuan borrowed a tricycle and came over.

He and Song's second sister-in-law carried the snakeskin bag into the car.

and let Uncle Song and a few people sit up.

The tricycle he borrowed was not electric, but pedaled with his feet.

There were several people sitting in the back, and he stepped on it hard.

After a while, I was sweating.

Uncle Song was disgusted again: "Comrade Han, your physical strength is not good!" ”

Han Chuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said pantingly, "From tomorrow, I'm going to start exercising." ”

Song Xiaoning also felt that Han Chuan's strength was a little less.

She didn't do it before.

After leaving his hometown, he trained with Grandma Wang, and now his physical strength and skills are very good, and it is no problem to deal with one or two adult men.

Uncle Song didn't help when he saw Han Chuan's panting, and let him play freely.

Take a tricycle ride and enjoy the scenery of Kyoto.

Uncle Song pointed to those high-rise buildings and sighed a few times: "It is worthy of being the capital, and the houses are much taller than other cities." ”

Aunt Song nodded in agreement: "Not only is the house high, but there are also many bicyclers." ”

Second sister-in-law Song saw that there were still people walking on the road with cows: "There are cows in a big city like Kyoto?" ”

"Wow, Xiao Ning, what's that?" Second sister-in-law Song saw that there were many people queuing not far from the post office, and there were even people crowding around.

"That's Quanjude, which specializes in selling roast duck, which tastes good and is very expensive, and tourists who come to Kyoto will buy some back."

"How much is one?" Second sister-in-law Song asked.

"Eight to ten or so."

A few people sitting in the back gasped when they heard the price.

Where is this eating duck, obviously eating gold!

Song Xiaoning was even more surprised, because there was a duck at home every Monday, and the thunder couldn't move.

It seems that it was also bought by Quanjude.

It's just that because Huo Sixiao has an acquaintance there, he doesn't have to queue up when he buys.

A dry group of people talk and laugh.

Finally arrived at the destination.

"Here we are."

Uncle Song looked at the antique courtyard, his mouth couldn't be closed, and it took a long time to find his voice: "This, this house, too, is too good-looking, right?" ”