Too lazy to sleep

The seventh day of the seventh lunar month is Qixi Festival.

It was already very lively outside the alley early in the morning.

Song Huan tossed and turned on the bed, closed her eyes and exhaled deeply.

Open your eyes, there are tears in the corners of your eyes.

There was a look of despair on his face.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, a small replica of Song Huan stretched out her hand, her laziness...

Song Huan got up and sat down directly at the dining table in the middle hall.

Fu Yuanzhi happened to come in, holding white porridge in his hand.

"Are you awake?" Fu Yuanzhi put down the porridge and said.

In the end, Fu Yuanzhi and Adi sent Wang Dayu to the shop and asked the shop assistant to take Mr. Wang back to his house and also leave the fish he wanted to eat tonight.

Adi put the porridge in front of Song Huan and said, "No, I'm not just seeing you sleepy, sister!"

When Song Huan and the other three returned home, the girls in the alley had packed up their stalls and were preparing for the next step.

Wang Dayu stood firm, put his hand on the rope, and felt a huge pulling force.

Women and girls display melon and fruit scented candles in their yards and pray devoutly to Vega.

As Wang Dayu spoke, he waved the fish in front of Fu Yuanzhi and the others, as if showing off.

Wang Dayu gradually experienced the joy of various harvests. Digging wild vegetables and picking cold rice balls made him excited throughout the day.

"Your trap is not difficult!"

Fu Yuanzhi, "..."

The four of them picked up their belongings and set out, locked the door, and looked at the crowded alley with everyone looking for gaps to get out of the street.

Song Huan and Adi looked at each other and both sighed and shook their heads.

Song Huan rolled his eyes at his brother, "I feel uncomfortable. Are you willing to do it?"

Fu Yuanzhi, "..."

Why is this person so funny!

Wang Dayu grabbed the rope with both hands, and his whole body was like a tug of war. He straightened his legs and sat down hard on his buttocks. He really pulled the fish basket out.

Wild celery is also called water celery and grows near water.

"Hey, there are fish! There are quite a few big ones!" Wang Dayu shouted in surprise.

After entering the mountain, Wang Dayu made a fuss and asked questions along the way.

Wang Dayu was still in shock that Song Huan was as strong as an ox. He was taken back by Song Huan's words. He responded with "oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh", and without stopping, he obediently took out the inner cage.

Wang Dayu's enthusiasm did not last long. A quarter of an hour later, seeing that his trigger rod was not successful at all, he threw away the stick, patted the dust on his hands, and said, "Let's go and see something else!"

Song Huan and Adi would give pointers from time to time. Song Huan gave real technical advice, while Adi gave lip service.

Fu Yuanzhi was caught in the middle, "..."

Satisfied, he put it into the bamboo basket, and then put the remaining strips of various sizes into the bamboo basket.

Song Huan stirred the porridge with a spoon to dissipate the heat, sighed, "I can't help it if I'm tired."

In order not to disappoint him, Song Huan helped him lift it, "You can see if there are any fish in it by taking out the inner cage."

Song Huan pointed in the direction outside, "It's so noisy that I can still sleep."

Adi served Fu Yuanzhi another bowl, and finally served himself before sitting down.

Fu Yuanzhi laughed, "It's once a year, so it's no wonder it's so lively."

Wang Dayu almost slipped and fell backward.

Song Huan looked at the messy Young Master Wang with a feeling of sympathy and sympathy.

A feeling of exhaustion and exhaustion.

As he spoke, Mr. Wang rolled up his sleeves and shouted that he wanted to make one himself.

Wang Dayu looked like he was surviving the disaster, "It's so scary. I just wanted to go out and play by myself. Who knew it would be like this."

Song Huan was washing his face when Fu Yuanzhi brought him in.

At this time, there was another knock on the door.

In the beginning, I was very excited and curious, but then the freshness disappeared and I just looked tired and tired.

If we compare him to some kind of small animal at this time, his tail has been raised behind him, and he can spin himself up like a propeller and take off.

"This smells so bad, what is it called?"

Song Huan rested her chin on her hands, feeling sleepy, "Yes, it is a life-long matter and cannot be ignored."

Wang Dayu stretched out his hand to grab it, but his hands were sticky and slippery. After grabbing it several times, he grabbed it with both hands and took it out, "Hey! It's so fat! Eat it tonight!"

That is, "Worship the Seventh Sister" in the evening.

Song Huan covered her mouth with her hands and yawned, her eyes filled with physiological tears, her vision blurred for a moment, and she blinked twice before her vision became clear.

The content of the request is nothing more than that the Weaver Girl can help them improve their embroidery and sewing skills and help them find a compatible husband.

Wang Dayu steadied himself tremblingly, rolled up his sleeves again, and said harshly, "It's all these sleeves that are affecting my performance!"

Song Huan felt that she was almost awake before she got up and went out to wash up.

"What's this?"

Fu Yuanzhi was called, and he came forward with his brother. Several fish in the outer cage were twisting their bodies, trying to get out but could not find their way out.

Song Huan threw the wild celery in his hand into Fu Yuanzhi's basket.

When he came to the river, Wang Dayu had sharp eyes. He saw the vine tied to the tree, pointed at it and asked, "Is there a fish basket at the other end?"

Song Huan couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, not daring to laugh out loud.

Of course, no matter how excited you were before, you will feel depressed when you return.

Fucheng is not so exaggerated.

It's a pity, it's still a little short.

But it was difficult for him to lift it up.

The younger brother looked at his eldest brother, then at Wang Dayu, and finally at his elder sister, and his words finally turned into a long sigh.

I think that was how she came here at the beginning.

"Hurry, hurry, brother Yuan, come and see!"

The excitement on his face increased instead of decreasing.

In this way, everyone hit it off immediately.

When Wang Dayu grew up to this age, apart from climbing mountains to burn incense and climbing mountains to burn incense, he was never like this.

Adi replied, "Yes!"

The girls' families outside are also difficult to deal with. Those people are indispensable to his being like this.

It's so noisy outside, and I can't read a book, so I might as well take this opportunity to go out and relax.

There was an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks for the morning meal, and there was no rule at the Song family's dinner table that one should not eat until one eats. Wang Dayu adapted well, and he kept talking about hunting, and then everyone decided to go hunting in the mountains together today.

Bamboo swells when soaked in water, making it naturally heavier.

The joy of harvest makes people's adrenaline surge.

Wang Dayu rolled up his sleeves again, stuffed his clothes around his waist, and said in a full voice, "I'll pull it up!"

“This dish is actually edible?”

Song Huan, Fu Yuanzhi, and Adi gathered around Wang Dayu and watched him do the most basic four-character trap.

Song Huan got tired of standing and went straight to pick up three stones. They sat next to each other. Song Huan and Adi held their chins and watched Wang Dayu's operation carefully.

Adi immediately closed his eyes, thinking that Wang Dayu would not fall down.

My brother put down his book and came out of the room. He took the spoon and scooped out the porridge. He also gave his sister some advice, "Sister, just plug your ears."

Moreover, they ate fruits and melons throughout the whole day, so they could be said to have no contact with the world.

Song Huan has not participated in such activities in all the years she has been here. Except for the necessary activities such as Tomb Sweeping Day, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, and New Year's Eve, where she has to visit graves, worship ancestors, and kneel before shrines, she will basically not cause any additional trouble to herself.

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