Like Song Ci, Song Fei also likes to eat bacon and sausage very much. Almost all of these two dishes on the dinner table went into the stomachs of their sisters.
Han Zhan and Yan Jiang stared wide-eyed and dared not say anything. After the meal was over, the two of them had to roll up their sleeves and wash the dishes without complaint.
In the living room, the two sisters got together, Song Ci muttered and didn't know what she was talking about, Song Fei was playing with her mobile phone, and occasionally responded to Song Ci.
With a cigarette in his mouth, Yan Jiang held a plate in his left hand and a rag in his right, and quickly cleaned the dishes. Hearing Song Ci's chattering voice in the living room, Yan Jiang sympathized with Han Zhan, "The one in your house hasn't stopped talking all day, don't you think it's noisy?"
Han Zhan: "I just like the fireworks in the world, and it's warm when someone in the family talks." To be honest, Han Zhan likes Song Ci's energy that is full of vigor in everything.
Song Ci can always be aroused by some small things to arouse strong interest. In Song Ci, Han Zhan can feel the beauty of life.
Hearing this, Yan Jiang bit the filter and seemed to smile. Picking up another bowl and brushing it twice, Yan Jiang suddenly turned his head to look at Han Zhan, and asked him, "Why is it me doing the brushing, and you are standing by the side as a humanoid mold?"
Han Zhan raised his gloved right hand and shook it with an innocent face, "I'm disabled."
Yan Jiang was almost laughed out of anger. "It's the first time I've seen someone talk about his disability, and he said it so confidently." All right, he has a reason for being disabled.
Han Zhan didn't think there was a problem, but when he remembered something, he asked Yan Jiang, "I heard from Song Ci that you and Song Fei are planning to have a baby?"
Yan Jiang paused while washing the dishes.
He turned around and glanced at Song Fei secretly, seeing that the two sisters were not paying attention to the movement in the kitchen, Yan Jiang then whispered to Han Zhan: "She is competitive in everything she does, and she is looking forward to our children could be born earlier than your children. But I don't think there's anything wrong with that."
"What's wrong?"
"Song Fei has been sleeping for too many years, and her body is very weak. I asked the doctor, and the doctor suggested that Song Fei should take care of her body for at least three years before considering having a baby. Having a baby now will do her a lot of harm." When the body is broken, the weak will love to get sick, that is what Yan Jiang can't accept no matter what.
"Is that so?" Han Zhan comforted Yan Jiang: "You are still young, so it doesn't matter if you wait a few more years."
Yan Jiang squeezed out the cigarette butt with his wet hands and threw it into the trash can before saying, "That's right, I'm only 27 years old next month, why am I so anxious, unlike Mr. Han, who looks like he'll be 33 soon."
Han Zhan's cold eyes flew straight towards Yan Jiang's face.
It didn't matter to Yan Jiang who saw it, he said: "Don't threaten me, it's useless, my cooperation with your flight company has expired, you are not my beneficiary father now, I don't need to support you." Yan Jiang Crazy.
Han Zhan was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, but he held back.
When going to bed at night, both of them stood beside their wives tacitly, afraid that it would be like the last time, when Song Ci and the sisters chatted together under the covers, and the two of them squeezed together under the covers and kicked each other.
Song Ci and Song Fei had long since lost the energy they had when they were reunited for the first time, so naturally they wouldn't sleep together at night. Seeing that it was getting late, they both went back to the room and went to sleep.
Before going to sleep, Han Zhan told Song Ci that Song Fei was weak and difficult to get pregnant prematurely. After hearing this, Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good, that's good, let her beat me in everything when she was young, and now that she grows up, it can be regarded as a turn of events."
Han Zhan couldn't understand why Song Ci and Song Fei liked to fight to win or lose so much.
The winter nights in the countryside are very quiet, unlike the sound of insects in summer. Song Ci turned off the light, and Han Zhan suddenly turned around and held her in his arms. Han Zhan's body was hot, like a big thermos pot, and Song Ci curled up in his arms was also very warm.
"Brother Han, are you afraid of ghosts?"
Han Zhan didn't speak.
Song Ci patted the back of Han Zhan's hand and laughed at him: "What are you afraid of, there are no ghosts in this world."
"Rebirth can happen, so why is there no ghost?" Song Ci's rebirth broke Han Zhan's worldview.
Song Ci had nothing to say. "That's fine, you won't be afraid if you hold me."
"Um."
A good night's sleep until dawn.
Song Ci woke up early the next morning and found that Han Zhan didn't go to morning exercise this morning, but hid under the covers and played with his mobile phone. It's cold in winter, and Han Zhan's breath is sprayed on the screen of the phone, which is directly blurred.
When Song Ci woke up, Han Zhan was wiping the screen of his phone with the back of his hand.
Song Ci asked him, "How long have you been awake?"
"Twenty minutes."
"Why didn't you go to morning exercise?"
Han Zhan said, "It's snowing."
"Is it big?" Song Ci lifted the quilt and walked to the window. She pushed the window open, and a gust of cold air burst into the room, making Han Zhan's neck shiver from the cold. Song Ci stared at the snow all over the floor, and she yelled in the next room in surprise. "Song Fei, get up and make a snowman!"
Next door, Song Fei woke up immediately when she heard the roar.
After waking up, she didn't even put on her coat, so she walked to the window in her pajamas. Seeing layers of snow on the trees and on the ground, Song Fei was also a little excited. Their sisters like playing in the snow best.
So early in the morning, the sisters didn't eat any food, so they walked into the snow with a shovel. Song Ci didn't even wear gloves, so she squeezed a small round snowball and rolled it on the ground.
The snowball rolled bigger and bigger, and finally rolled into a snowman's head.
Over there, Song Fei had already made the snowman's belly with a shovel. Song Ci put the snowman's head on the belly, and a simple and honest snowman was formed. They made eyes and noses for the snowman, and Song Ci also cut slices of carrots and made a carrot-colored mouth for the snowman.
There are four snowmen in the pile, Song Ci, Song Fei and their parents. Song Ci's father always loved wearing glasses, so Song Fei used wooden sticks to make a pair of glasses for Song's father to wear.
Han Zhan and Yan Jiang made breakfast and stood under the eaves with hot tea to drink. Looking at the four snowmen, Han Zhan suddenly said, "There are still two more."
Yan Jiang nodded, "Well, there are two more."
The two put down the tea, went to Song Ci and the others, took their shovel away, and piled up a boy on the left and right sides of the two little girls. Han Zhan thought deeply, and even let the boy's hand and the girl's lead, so that they were a couple.
Song Fei stared at the two snowmen holding hands, sneered disdainfully, and dropped a word—
"It's so coquettish."
After speaking, Song Fei dragged Song Ci into the house for breakfast.
Han Zhan stared at the snowman he made, and didn't think it was a show, but he couldn't refute his sister's talk.
After breakfast, the four of them each carried a basket of offerings and went up the mountain to pay homage to Papa Song and Mama Song. Their tombs are joint burials. There are no photos on the tombstones, but their names are written—
Jiang Mengmeng, Song Tingyun.
Han Zhan stared at the names of Jiang Mengmeng and Song Tingyun, his eyes flickering.
Yan Jiang secretly told Han Zhan, "Aunt Jiang is so pretty. In the past, in our community, no matter whether they were married or unmarried uncles and brothers, when they saw Aunt Jiang, they dared not speak loudly."
"At that time, Aunt Jiang was the public enemy of women in the whole community, but Aunt Jiang was very good at being a good person and was kind to everyone. Knowing that she was good-looking, Aunt Jiang generally dressed very plainly, so those women tolerated Aunt Jiang."
"When I was a child, my mother always said that Auntie Jiang next door was a vixen, a woman with a bad face. In fact, I knew in my heart that my mother was envious of her."
Han Zhan has never met Jiang Mengmeng, but from the posture of the two sisters Song Ci and Song Fei, it can be seen that Jiang Mengmeng must also be a charming beauty.
The tomb has not been repaired for a long time, and the four of them worked together to clean up the area around the tomb, burned paper money and ingots, and then kowtowed. Song Ci and Song Fei both knelt down, and Yan Jiang, a dog leg, also knelt down, wishing to call out and call mom immediately.
Han Zhan stared at Jiang Mengmeng's three words, and just stood there without kneeling.
After Song Ci kowtowed, she turned around and found that Han Zhan was still standing there, staring at her parents' tombstone in a daze, without seeming to kneel down. Song Ci Song Ci felt a little unhappy, thinking that I have already bowed down to your grandmother, but you don't kneel down to my parents, what is the reason for this.
Song Ci suppressed her displeasure, and calmly asked Han Zhan, "Won't Brother Han kowtow to them? They are also your parents." After asking, there was faint anger in her eyes, but she did not burst out in public.
Sensing the change in Song Ci's mood, Han Zhan struggled a little.
Kneeling Jiang Mengmeng
Han Zhan glanced at Song Ci, he finally took a step forward and knelt down. Han Zhan kowtowed to Song Tingyun a few times, then stood up. Seeing that Song Ci's eyes were still burning, Han Zhan suddenly said, "My knee joints hurt."
Song Ci was taken aback, "Why do you still have joint pain?"
Han Zhan lied a little lie, "When I was in the army, it was windy and rainy, and I had to lie on the ground for training in snowy days. I fell into an old problem. Now when the weather is cold, my joints hurt."
Song Ci felt sorry for Han Zhan, and felt even more guilty for misunderstanding Han Zhan just now. "Then go back quickly, there is floor heating at home."
On the way home, when encountering a downhill road, Song Ci had to carefully support Han Zhan, treating Han Zhan as an easily broken vase.
Yan Jiang and Song Fei walked in front, and when he saw the two greasy and crooked people behind, he complained to Song Fei: "Look at Han Zhan's hypocritical appearance, isn't he a man?"
"I'm different, I walk like a foot." In order to show his physical fitness, Yan Jiang raised his leg and kicked ahead, but the snow under his feet was too slippery, so he just sat down on his buttocks.
"fly!"
He walked like flying, but unfortunately fell.
The way he fell was so funny that Song Fei couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Get up."
Yan Jiang remembered, but
He raised his head, his cheeks were slightly pale, and said to Song Fei: "My butt hurts so much, I can't get up, wait for me to slow down."
Song Fei: ""
Han Zhan and Song Ci chased after him. Han Zhan was high above the ground, staring at the funny man on the ground from the corner of his eyes. He praised Yan Jiang: "Mr. Yan, your landing posture is very handsome."
Yan Jiang took Han Zhan as air and ignored him at all.
When Yan Jiang regained his strength, the four of them went home. As soon as he got home, Yan Jiang had just stepped into the house when he heard Song Fei say, "Go upstairs, take off your pants and show me."
A house of people:!
Yan Jiang's face turned red, and he asked Song Fei in a low voice, "Ah Fei, why are you doing this?" He was not used to being so wild.
Song Ci came back to her senses and despised Yan Jiang: "Be normal, Song Fei asked you to go upstairs and take off your pants to show her where you were injured."
As soon as she explained, Yan Jiang became even more embarrassed.
Yan Jiang followed Song Fei back to the room, and was lying on the bed with his pants stripped. Song Fei looked at his butt, which was already blue. Song Fei covered Yan Jiang with a quilt, and she said, "You rest first, I'll go to the neighbor's house and ask if there is any safflower oil."
"good."
After more than ten minutes, when Song Fei returned to the room with a bottle of safflower oil in her hand, Yan Jiang had already fallen asleep. As soon as Song Fei lifted the quilt from Yan Jiang's body, he woke up again. "Why did I fall asleep?" Yan Jiang felt evil.
Song Fei: "Maybe it's my father who dislikes you, you're a ghost." As expected of sisters, the speaking style is the same.
But Yan Jiang is not afraid of ghosts. The scariest ghost he has ever seen is his grandmother. Over the years, he often dreams that his grandmother has turned into a ghost. Yan Jiang is no longer afraid of other ghosts.
He said: "The psychiatrist told me that there are no ghosts in this world. The grandma I saw was just a horrible picture in my memory."
"Ah"
Song Fei unscrewed the safflower oil and slapped Yan Jiang's butt.
It takes a massage to fully exert the effect of the medicine. Song Fei exerted so much energy that Yan Jiang screamed in pain. When Song Ci and Han Zhan heard Yan Jiang's screams downstairs, their scalps felt numb.
At this time, the aunt next door knocked on the door and asked Song Ci to help her grandson with homework.
"My son and daughter-in-law are still working in the city, and they don't come back until the 30th of the twelfth lunar month. My grandson lives here alone. He is doing math papers today, and found that he can't answer two questions. His grandfather and I are vulgar people. How can you do math problems? Thinking of Song Ci, you are back, so I want you to go over and help him with his homework."
The aunt next door was very enthusiastic. When Song Ci came back yesterday, she took the initiative to send sausages and bacon over.
Song Ci was fine, so she agreed to Auntie.
"Brother Han, are you going?"
Han Zhan doesn't like to go to strangers' homes, and he doesn't like to help strange children with their homework. He said, "I'll take you there."
"Well."
Han Zhan sent Song Ci to the neighbor's house, saw the other's grandson, said hello to the child, and came back. He stuffed the child with a red envelope for the New Year in advance, and went home.
He walked home through the thick snow, his feet rattling. Walking under a pine tree, Han Zhan suddenly stopped, squinting at the girl in the middle of the road ahead.
The knitted hat pressed Song Fei's short hair, revealing a pair of cold and beautiful eyes. She looked at Han Zhan with an extremely cold expression. Han Zhan was somewhat surprised to see Song Fei here.
Song Fei was indeed the smartest and scariest woman Han Zhan had ever met, even more terrifying than those female gangsters he had ever met before.
After pondering for a while, Han Zhan stepped forward, stood in front of Song Fei, looked down at her, and called out, "Sister Fei."
Song Fei looked up at Han Zhan.
He was handsome and stable, a reliable and outstanding man. The combination of Song Porcelain and Han Zhan is also a match made in heaven. At least, before this morning, Song Fei always thought so.
Can
"Han Zhan, do you know my mother?" Although she was asking, Song Fei's tone was full of affirmation.
The second update is added, the update time remains unchanged tonight, it is still twelve o'clock in the evening.
(end of this chapter)