Song Ci's pursuit of love is higher than hers. He has some romantic bacteria and feels that this kind of thing should be romantic.

Giving him a look, Tang Shi looked at her phone.

You are so shameless, you are so confident, this is your girlfriend just now, how many days will it take you to drag her back to the room?

Who would have thought of it, so I couldn’t help but say it.

But the simple Song Ci was deeply moved.

"Hey, it's not a big deal, this is a good thing." The second uncle smiled and waved his hand, said goodbye and prepared to go back.

You are keen on exploration and discovery, and are best at experimenting. When you gradually get used to it, you will immediately start committing crimes.

She is confused too!

"I'm not a scumbag. Besides, we are upright." Song Ci asked her to get closer, trying to make the photo look like a couple.

The green mountains are continuous and isolate the small mountain village.

At least I have a girlfriend.

"What did Auntie say?" Tang Shi came over to look.

In the photo, Tang Shi is leaning against Song Ci, smiling happily, with such fondness overflowing from his eyes.

Bang bang bang!

Hearing the knock on the door, Lao Song put down his phone.

It was right after lunch that the busy farming season began again. The sun was at its strongest, but people in the mountains were used to this kind of temperature.

Song Ci: "."

Song Ci nodded.

Taking the phone, Tang Shi's mother looked at it while avoiding the sun.

She should like this boy very much, Tang Shi's mother thought.

There is a rare thing at home when something breaks. You take several tool boxes, put on a searchlight, and arrange the tools neatly. Then your wife twists the tool and everything is fine.

"Well, he added a young man from one of our villages. When he went back last year, he asked me for WeChat and even created a group." Tang Shi couldn't help laughing: "The main reason is that few people in the village have smartphones, except for

young people."

She was still a little embarrassed.

Suddenly, Song Ci wanted to live in their hometown for a while. It would be far away from the big cities and surrounded by mountains, green trees, and crops. It would be very interesting.

If you have nothing to do, just yell at yourself, if you weren't my brother-in-law, it would be weird if I could make do with you, just wait, I'll come back later.

"No, the second uncle said he saw my mother." Tang Shi pushed his face away.

Looking at the girl in stockings uniform, Tang Shi looked at him.

Song Ci:??

Tang Shi also looked at the first comment: "My second uncle."

But Tang poetry only has the color of life. Her view of emotions is that love is also a part of life.

What a strange smile! How did Song Ci, a thick-skinned person like him, manage to be so natural?

Song Ci put his hand on her shoulder, asked her to be close to him, and took a few photos with his cell phone. Tang Shi said that she wanted to see if it would work.

Not everyone is like Song Ci, who dares to ask anything and is so direct.

"Why are you still acting like a gangster?" Tang Shi covered her face, feeling extremely shy.

Song Ci nodded and was busy editing the text.

Anyway, this circle of friends doesn’t look real.

For those who want to take advantage of the corner, his ideas are dealt with.

"Third sister, I see that my uncle is good at it. This young man has a very good face. He is not that fierce. Judging from his temperament, he must be from the city." The second uncle said next to him: "If it really works out, the life of the child will be better in the future."

Better off."

She straightened up, turned her head and looked at the side of the path. The second uncle, wearing glasses and using a cane, was limping and calling her there.

Probably there are some differences in the concept of relationships. Tang Shi's idea is that if there is an additional relationship, then just have a good talk, good benefits, and take good care of the other person.

Plus, she is still her partner, hey! She is always too soft-hearted.

Quickly and cleanly, she shook off the grass and threw it among the crops. Her skillful movements were typical of a farmer.

"I like you!" Song Ci suppressed his words.

Looking at Song Ci's editor, she wondered if she should also post on Moments?

Isn’t it important to be open and aboveboard when dating? Why are you hiding? It’s not that you are shameful.

"Are you not used to it?" Tang Shi asked him.

I took a few more photos in other locations, at least they should be able to be posted in a nine-square grid.

Probably he had already planned it and was waiting for this day. As soon as he agreed, he was bitten. When it came to protecting himself, Tang Shi didn't know how long he could persist.

She doesn't just care about Song Ci's good looks and whether he has money. To her, Song Ci is the most important person.

Song Ci subconsciously raised both hands to show his innocence: "The last time we closed the development, we said there were some activities, but you haven't contacted me yet."

The second uncle smiled and waved his hand to let her pass.

"Your parents will also see it. If it doesn't look good, delete it in case they don't like me." Tang Shi said to him.

His hair is a little gray, and his face is a bit dark due to constant exposure to ultraviolet rays. Even at middle age, he can still vaguely see his handsome appearance when he was young.

Wooden buildings are scattered here and there, forming a village. They are also houses built against the mountain, and each house is not far apart.

Tang Shi just smiled and nodded, ready to see the effects.

Soft.

Tang Shi didn't say much. She had a good attitude. Her boyfriend was just like a child. If he could control it, he would control it. If he couldn't, he would leave it alone.

Nodding, Song Ci was indeed a little unaccustomed to it. Maybe men are like this, just a little pretentious.

"Then you didn't ask me whether I agreed or not." Tang Shi hit him a few times: "It's in public, and there are so many people on the street."

Just like what Liu Piaopiao said, men are all like this. They have to look forward to Shu, and their desires are hard to satisfy.

Tang poetry: "."

Holding the mobile phone, Song Ci walked to Tang Shi and put his hand on her shoulder: "Take a photo and send it to Moments."

He patted his chest and assured her that he must be a good man and that she was enough for him if he felt right or wrong.

However, he doesn’t often post on WeChat Moments. He only posts when he meets someone who is happy or interesting. Dad is a boss, so he is somewhat trying to maintain his coolness.

Song Ci’s mother:?

"You don't deserve anything, why are you so crazy?" She was stunned.

"Their family is the richest in the village. Their mobile phones are all smart phones, and they eat three dishes and one soup." Tang Shi explained: "My mother thinks smart phones are too expensive, so she always uses a push-button phone."

Looking at it horizontally and vertically, Song Ci thinks it looks good. What’s not good about it?

She only believed part of it now. After all, whose mother doesn't help her son? If her son becomes a Neptune in the future, she will also say that her son is introverted in front of the girls at home.

Jinmen.

Life is like this, it doesn't change because of ideas and money, ideas change with the situation.

I'm young and don't know anything.

He's a good young man.

He did not admit Tang Shi's statement: "What does it mean to be a hooligan? I am my own girlfriend. This is a normal contact."

What classmate? How dare you say that my partner is a pretty boy, delete it!

"Don't read it?" Song Ci asked when he saw her returning the phone.

The old Song Dynasty hesitated.

After digging the hoe into the ground, she sighed. The second uncle was a treasured old man in the village. Since his leg was injured, he had stopped going to the fields. In addition, his children were doing business in the county town, so he was considered a wealthy family in the village.

If he suddenly said it, would he refuse? He is not a person who is good at refusing. If he said it out loud, no matter how pitiful he was, he would probably give in half-heartedly.

"I have something to tell you, can you tell me in person?" Song Ci asked her, blinking.

Tang Shi burst out laughing, and then replied seriously: "What a coincidence, I like you too."

"He asked me if it was true. If so, go to the fields and show me to my mother." Tang Shi couldn't help laughing.

Sure enough, their methods of dealing with things were completely different. Tang poetry was simple and crude, but he wanted to beautify it. Song Ci was not used to this kind of crudeness that goes straight to the essence.

"My mother!" Song Ci commented as he looked at Du Yitian.

Oh my god, you have to talk.

"The screen is broken, I feel bad, and it's hard to repair." Tang Shi replied: "The second uncle is the messenger in the village. He will go and tell the adults if any child is in trouble."
To be continued...