"Sister Zhou Ran is good. She is Zhou Chi's eldest sister, but she is also the eldest sister of all our brothers. She is really a very kind person. At that time, she was the most fond of us brats. To tell the truth, she was so sweet. She is like our own mother, I really miss her so much." After saying this, Song Tong had a faint smile on his face, with the tenderness of recalling old things. After a pause, Song Tong kept his head down and continued to pick it up quickly. He got up and added another bowl of rice-treasure porridge to himself. He just drank a bowl to satisfy his craving, and now he tasted it slowly. Under Ji Xiang's gaze, Song Tong took two bites and couldn't help but He couldn't help but smile and said to Ji Xiang, "Why do you keep looking at me?"
"Who's looking at you?" Ji Xiang was so busy that he looked away. He blinked and looked at the sparks dotted in the stove. He paused, then turned his face and asked Song Tong in a low voice, "Is the eight-treasure porridge delicious?"
Song Tong paused his hand and looked at the jujubes, longans and various red and green beans in the bowl. He gently stirred the thick porridge and nodded: "It's delicious. I haven't drank it in many years." This is such a delicious porridge.”
"Ke'er also said it tastes good," Ji Xiang felt a little happy. He stretched out his hand to put down his rolled-up sleeves and whispered, "From now on, I will often cook it for you and me. Laba porridge is the most nourishing to the stomach." "
Song Tong looked at a begonia flower on the auspicious temple. The light pink flower swayed gently under the dim candlelight, looking very gentle and beautiful. However, there was a piece of grass ash on the flower. Song Tong stared at the piece of grass ashes that was out of place, and then reached out to take off the unsightly piece of grass ashes. Unexpectedly, Ji Xiang suddenly ducked back, staring at Song Tong's hand that was still frozen in the air, and suddenly turned red. Face, it would be awkward to speak again: "You... what are you going to do?"
It was obviously a misunderstanding.
Song Tong looked at her panicked eyes and crimson cheeks, and his heart beat faster for no reason. He clearly should have explained a few words, but he swallowed the words that came to his mouth, and when he spoke again, it was a little ridiculous. .
"Your flower beads are a bit old. I'll go buy a new one tomorrow."
"No... no, no, no," Ji Xiang was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak clearly. His eyes were looking around but he didn't dare to look at Song Tong. His voice became quieter and quieter, "I stay at home all the time. Where can I go?" … There is a need for flowers like this. Come on... don’t waste money on that screwdriver.”
"It's not unfair that I spent it on you. You are my sister." Song Tong's voice also became softer. In fact, when he first said that ridiculous thing, he had already regretted it. He has never been a frivolous person. Such words How could you just blurt it out? But looking at Ji Xiang's reaction, he didn't regret it so much.
Ji Xiang glanced at Song Tong silently, but unexpectedly, he caught Song Tong's gaze. Ji Xiang suddenly turned his head and said in a sullen voice: "Brother, brother, do you want to do it again?" Have a drink?"
"Oh, drink some more." Song Tong drank the eight-treasure porridge in the bowl in two gulps and handed the bowl over. Even though he was already full, he still wanted to drink some more of this hot food. Congee, I still want to stay with Jixiang for a little longer.
Even if he couldn't say a few words.
Ji Xiang gave him a new bowl of rice-treasure porridge and handed it over to him, while whispering: "It's late at night, don't drink too much, hold it carefully and you won't be able to sleep well."
"Okay." Song Tong nodded and took it.
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The next day.
Song Tong was going out early in the morning. Ke'er held his legs and asked his father what he was doing when he went out so early. He paused and didn't hide it from Ke'er. He squatted down and hugged Ke'er and said that he wanted to buy a gift for him. To my little aunt.
When Song Tong said this, he was a little uneasy, fearing that Ke'er would be angry, but unexpectedly Ke'er nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, saying that it should be done. The little aunt made rice dumplings for them, so they naturally had to give it to the little one. Aunt returned the gift.