When Song Qinghuan raised his head, he saw Xiao Ci looking like he was watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.
He pointed to Xiao Jingtong and said, "Your father is here. Ask him yourself."
As he spoke, he followed Xiao Ci's example and held his hands, raising his eyebrows: "You got here quickly."
"Father..." Xiao Jingtong rushed into Xiao Ci's arms pitifully, complaining with tears and snot in his nose: "I don't allow you to have so many children, and I don't want younger brothers and sisters. I don't allow you...
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Xiao Ci held Xiao Jingtong in his arms and shook her head. He glared at Song Qinghuan who was smiling like a flower from a distance, and then coaxed softly: "Sister Tong is a big girl now, don't cry anymore."
Then he said: "Don't listen to her nonsense. She is not a sow. How can she give birth to so many pigs?"
Song Qinghuan, who was scolded as a sow, suppressed her smile, gritted her teeth at Xiao Ci, and said mockingly: "Yes, my belly can give birth, but some people may not be able to give birth either."
He added: "If not, this romantic temperament should have left many illegitimate children outside. But it has been so many years, and I haven't even seen Mao, and I don't know if I have to cut off my children and grandchildren."
After saying that, he still gave Xiao Ci a provocative look, as if he was telling him again: You can't do it!
Even a man can't accept someone saying he can't do it.
Xiao Ci's face was gloomy, but he was worried about Xiao Jingtong. He didn't say anything else. He just stared at Song Qinghuan and warned: "I'll tell you if I can turn you back."
After saying that, he hugged Xiao Jingtong and turned around to leave. He paused in front of the hospital door, turned around and said to Song Qinghuan: "I'll deal with you later."
Song Qinghuan curled her lips and leaned on the recliner nonchalantly. Seeing Xiao Ci carrying the crying Xiao Jingtong away, she sighed softly.
Even before she got married, Xiao Jingtong was already fighting with her. If she really got into the relationship, she might be in a state of chaos.
Xiao Ci quietly entered Sui's house, and then left quietly with Xiao Jingtong.
Ta Xue, who had just gone out to deliver the message, entered the courtyard gate and sent the little maid from the old lady's place to deliver the message.
"The old lady said that if you have nothing to do, you might as well copy two volumes of scripture."
Ever since Xiao Yunshi forbade Song Qinghuan to pay attention to the affairs of the two shops, she had been very free every day. Although she was free, she lived comfortably, and she didn't have to worry about eating or drinking at other times.
Old Mrs. Song has always paid no attention to the affairs in the house. Even when the imperial edict granting marriage came down, she didn't ask a word about it, and she didn't know what was going on today.
Song Qinghuan had a very good impression of Mrs. Song. Although he was not willing to copy scriptures, he still asked Tuxue Xunmei to pack up and go to the old lady's place.
Old Mrs. Song lived in her own courtyard all year round, eating fast and chanting Buddha's name. She did not go out even during the holidays, and her presence in the house was very low.
If it weren't for Xiaoyun's kindness, she would always remember this mother-in-law, who would bring things to her from time to time, and would bring Song Qingyan over to sit with her. I'm afraid everyone in the house would despise her.
As soon as you enter the courtyard, you can smell the fragrance of Buddhism inside and outside, and the faint sound of Mrs. Song banging wooden fish and chanting sutras can be heard faintly in the inner hall.
The desks and chairs have been set up in the outer hall, and the four treasures of the study and the scriptures to be copied have also been placed.
Aunt Kong welcomed Song Qing in with a slight smile and said, "The old lady is reciting sutras right now. If you have time, I'd like you to copy these two volumes of sutras."
He added: "It will be the first day of the Lunar New Year in two days, and these scriptures will be melted away."
Song Qinghuan looked at the two thick volumes of scriptures and couldn't help but feel nervous. She was afraid that she would have to copy these scriptures out if she didn't have time.
Mrs. Song asked Song Qinghuan to copy scriptures, but she never even showed her face.
Song Qinghuan really thought that she wanted to wait for it to be melted on the first day of the new year, but after copying it for two days, she realized that maybe her cheap grandmother didn't want to melt the scriptures at all, but was afraid she was looking for a job for herself.
Good punishment punishment.
But why punish?
Song Qinghuan couldn't figure it out and even asked Song Qingyan to discuss it in a low voice.
Song Qingyan had been getting along with Mrs. Song a lot since she was a child, and she knew her more or less. When she heard this, she covered her mouth and laughed: "Grandma is telling you to avoid getting into trouble."
He rolled his eyes and smiled again: "I heard that the little princess barged in aggressively that day and did not calm her down. Instead, she scared her to tears?"
On the day Xiao Jingtong broke into the Song family, Song Qingyan was following Xiao Yun out of the house. By the time the mother and daughter came back, the matter had calmed down. If it weren't for the little maid's rude words, no one would have said anything.
Didn't know this happened.
Because he had the foresight to search for plum blossoms in the snow, he kicked everyone out early in the morning. No one knew what Song Qinghuan said to Xiao Jingtong. However, when Xiao Ci left with a crying Xiao Jingtong in his arms, they all saw it.
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She has bullied her future step-daughter into this before she even enters the door. Once she enters the door, there is no telling what she will be like.
Xiaoyun hated the fact that iron was not as good as steel. She wanted to say something to Song Qinghuan, but saw that the old lady had already punished him, so she endured it and said nothing.
When Song Qingyan said this, Song Qinghuan knew what Mrs. Song was doing, so she lost her temper, laughed and stopped talking.
She was not bullying anyone, she was just telling the truth. Besides, because of Xiao Ci, a bastard like that, she was charged with seducing him, so what else could she do if she was telling the truth.
Song Qinghuan copied for five days in a row and finally passed the first day of the new year.
After five days of copying, I saw that the thick stack of scriptures had been cremated cleanly in an instant. I didn’t know what to feel about it.
The pillowcase where the two mandarin ducks were playing in the water was still lying motionless on the embroidery stand. Song Qinghuan resumed his life of eating, drinking and sleeping.
When the sun was right, he would still move a deck chair and sit under the shade of a tree and read a storybook. If he didn't want to read it, he would ask Taxue to sit aside and read to her.
Unfortunately, before this day even passed, Song Qingyan sent a letter to Song Qinghuan with an anxious expression.
All the maids and ladies who were waiting in the yard were sent out. Song Qingyan sat on the table and handed the unsigned letter box to Song Qinghuan.
After thinking about it, she bit her lip and said, "Sister, if you don't want to read it, don't read it."
Song Qinghuan held the thin letter in her hand and was silent for a while before saying again: "How did you get it?"
As he spoke, his hands had already taken it apart.
Different from the blank paper last time, this time there were a few words left on the letter.
It is clear at a glance that it is Wei Yutang's name who put down the pen.
Song Qingyan looked at Song Qinghuan's expression and said, "Brother Wei came to Kyoto. He stayed outside our house for two days and didn't see anyone from you. Then he thought of a way to send me a letter."
After a pause, he asked Song Qinghuan: "Sister, do you want to see him?"
