Song Kang drove them to the place where the wedding banquet was drunk. Chen Muyang followed Song Yiran peacefully along the way. Song Yiran called those adults, and he also learned to call him like a tongue, pretending not to care about the look of some adults looking at him.
He said he was bored and bored when he was drinking wedding wine. After a full meal, the children on the table began to be unable to bear it, and their eyes were aiming out.
Song Yiran is no exception
Listening to the boring and tedious conversations of the adults, she touched her full belly, shook her calves, and started to be stunned.
After a while, Song Yiran couldn't help but poked Chen Muyang sideways, smiled secretly, stretched out his hand, first clamped into a fist, then turned into scissors, and finally spread out his palms and turned into cloth shape.
Chen Muyang quickly understood that his sister wanted to play with stone scissors and cloth with him, so he also stretched out his hand, and the two began to play with her under the table.
At this time, Song Yiran's aunt said to Pan Hui: What are Ranran playing with your nephew?
Everyone's eyes were gathered on the two children on the table
Pan Hui pulled Song Yiran and asked her to sit upright. She lowered her voice and cursed: Have a good meal while eating.
Song Yiran pouted unwillingly while her mother was not paying attention, and continued to eat something expressionlessly. She thought that there were still many people joking while eating, so why can't she play.
Even if she couldn't calm down and listened to them, she couldn't eat it anymore and couldn't leave the table. So she picked up the wedding decoration flowers in the fruit pot and played with it for a while. When he was not paying attention, she threw them on his legs.
Chen Muyang's little body trembled suddenly, and she was thinking about the flower on her legs. Another flower was thrown over by her.
Turning his head, Song Yiran stretched her neck, looking for other remaining wedding decoration flowers
He pointed her legs, put one of the flowers on her legs, and whispered: You can hold it
She smiled secretly and said: I just want to count how many such flowers are on the table, but some are too far from me, so I can't reach them. Do you know what kind of flowers are? They are all this flowers when you are having wedding banquets.
I don't know, but the petals are soft
Are the petals of real flowers soft?
Song Yiran held the flower in his hand and then touched the flower in his hand. Her eyes were crescent-shaped, and the whole little tiger teeth on the left were exposed. She lowered her voice and said: Cheers!
At this moment, some people walked around at other tables. Song Yiran secretly looked at the direction where her cousin left, and then told Song Kang that she wanted to play with her cousin. Song Kang waved his hand and allowed her to go.
Song Yiran was eager to get rid of this boring situation and couldn't wait to pull Chen Muyang to follow her cousin, holding the decorative flower in her hand.
Yiran’s aunt over there joked to Pan Hui: Ranran is a sister and has a little follower who has been following him all the time.
Pan Hui ate a piece of watermelon and curled her mouth indifferently
Outside, Song Yiran's cousin discusses the strife in the school, and talking about a personal name she didn't know. She suddenly felt that it was boring to follow her brother and sister out.
My cousin thought the two primary school students were troublesome, and his eyebrows flipped and sent them away arrogantly.
Song Yiran was defeated, but she really didn't know what they were talking about, so she just wandered around with Chen Muyang outside. She grabbed a few dog-tail grass on the road and kept shaking it around.
Alas, wait a moment! Song Yiran suddenly stopped, turned to face Chen Muyang, and pinned a dogtail grass behind his ears, like the cigarette stuck behind his uncle's ears?
He thought carefully for a while, and finally nodded, like
Then you can do one too
Song Yiran also inserted a dogtail grass behind his ear and smiled: Like an old man
Then she put the decorative flowers brought from the table behind his other ear. She looked closely and teased: You have become a little girl again.
Chen Muyang took down the decorative flowers, put them in the palm of his hand, muttering: I don't want to be a little girl
Song Yiran did not listen to his muttering, so he focused on pulling out the dog's tail grass. Chen Muyang secretly put the flower in his palm into his pocket with his own flower, and then continued to follow Song Yiran and watched her pull out the dog's tail grass, and then picked up strange fallen leaves and kept playing with it.
The two of them walked leisurely on the country road, chasing and laughing in the fragrance of the fishy soil from time to time
Not long after, the hazy drizzle gradually brought light smoke into the fields, and the soil became wet and slippery.
Chen Muyang ran fast, and when he came to his senses, he found that his sister was gone.
The little body was anxiously searching for Song Yiran's figure, with a panic look. He ran over and ran back with a small step, and finally stopped beside an orange tree with orange trees in a daze.
Muyang! A soft voice came from the riverside in the distance
He hurriedly looked in the sound, and Song Yiran, wearing a small skirt, ran over with a smile. There were little ducks and geese by the river! Are you going to see it?
Chen Muyang breathed a sigh of relief, returned to his original expression, and shook his head: Don't go
Humph Song Yiran pouted and hummed softly. Suddenly, she saw the yellow oranges above her head, so she picked up a few stones on the ground and threw them on the tree. With a cry, three or two big oranges fell down
She hummed a little tune, picked up an orange from the ground, leaned against the tree trunk and slowly peeled off the orange peel, and then peeled off some white stems and silk from the orange flesh, broke off a piece of orange petal, and threw it into her mouth with a big mouthful.
For you to eat, this orange is very sweet, she bent her eyebrows and smiled
Chen Muyang's mouth was suddenly stuffed with sweet orange petals. He chewed in a daze, his eyes fixed on her body, and saw the yellow juice soaking her pink little mouth brightly.
Is it delicious? She came over and asked, with the sweet taste of oranges
Chen Muyang nodded blankly and said stutteringly: It's delicious...
Say thanks for her order
Chen Muyang lowered his head, thank you
Call me sister Ah!
Thank you sister...
After returning home, Chen Muyang felt that his trouser pocket seemed to be extremely heavy, but he only had two flowers stuffed.
He took it out carefully, for some reason, but he just didn't want to throw it away, so he secretly put it into a corner of the innermost part of the drawer.
The moment he closed the drawer, Chen Muyang suddenly felt that the drawer was a bit heavy, but this weight remained firmly in the palm of his hand
He clenched his small fist, and the rustling autumn wind blew out of the window, waving like cotton wool on his slightly smiling face
***
Song Yiran, who had a new friend in school, gradually left Chen Muyang behind, and only thought of this cousin when he went home would he think of this cousin when he was about to go home
Her feelings for him became more and more strange
If Chen Muyang can look at the color, in fact, Song Yiran will gradually understand that the aid of her parents' quarrels is because of his arrival. She despised him in her heart, but she also thought he was a pity.
The autumn wind in the fifth year of elementary school whizzed out of the window with fallen leaves. Song Yiran's temperament began to become calm and well-behaved from nowhere, no longer as naughty as a child.
Parents' quarrels have become commonplace for Song Yiran. Even though this annoying noise makes her feel bored, the annoying mood gradually evolves into ignoring Chen Muyang and neglecting her.
Pan Hui also compared them from time to time, and Song Yiran saw it
She hates her mother who secretly teaches her to try harder to catch up with others. This subtext is to make her surpass her younger brother
But she is not as good as her math, she is just slow to calculate, she just doesn't like the math teacher
But she's lazy to argue
Sometimes, she would sit at the desk, listening to her mother's complaints outside the door, dazed and dazed. The homework book on the table was silent, and only the little girl was bored and painted circles.
The sensitive Chen Muyang glanced at her with his eyes, feeling very complicated
Is it because he begged his parents not to pick him up every day, which made his uncle and aunt often quarrel? However, even if he was hated by her and his aunt, he didn't want to live back to the dilapidated house with his parents.
Is he selfish?
He glanced at her again, but collided with her eyes. He clearly noticed that there was displeasure and hostility in her eyes when she looked at him.
Song Yiran turned her head and looked at the door. When she remembered her mother's complaining about her father, she suddenly muttered: Dad, don't go home, otherwise my mother would dislike him from time to time, and the two of them would quarrel again. It would be better not to come back.
Why not go home
God may have heard what she said, Song Kang's decoration business is getting bigger and bigger outside, and from returning home late to once a week, Pan Hui is getting more and more dissatisfied.
There is no news about Chen Muyang's parents, and he has been living in his own home again, and the conflict between the couple is getting bigger and bigger
One morning, Song Kang rarely had to go to the factory. He was bathed in the milky white morning light and was in a leisurely mood.
Pan Hui said indifferently: When will you send your nephew back?
This has almost become her catchphrase in recent years, and she has to say it in front of him a few times every time.
She doesn't like Chen Muyang's too quiet and well-behaved. When he was better than his daughter's exam, she doesn't like Chen Muyang who has a expressionless face even more when he was better than her daughter's exam.
That expression without any turmoil looks very similar to his parents, the one who made her very bad first impression
Song Kang sighed, he rubbed his sore shoulders, turned over, his strange eyes nailed to the ceiling chandelier
Pan Hui heard her husband's extremely calm voice: It's better to divorce if you quarrel every day.
She heard her husband repeat firmly: I want to divorce
That morning, Song Yiran suddenly woke up in her mother's hysterical curse. She felt that she was very close to the ceiling. Several dazzling white apertures flashed in front of her eyes, and then she heard the bang of the door hitting the
For a few days, Pan Hui lived in her parents' home and did not come back. Song Kang asked Mo Hongjuan to come and take care of two children in the area.
Song Yiran learned something from her grandma in a daze. Her grandma has always held her hand in panic these days and said to her: Hello with your dad, your dad will make money
Grandma's old voice was filled with a few choking and sadness. She couldn't bear it and nodded blankly.
She was very vague about the specific process of her parents' divorce. However, when she saw her mother moving out of the house one day, she ran back to the bed. Although she was not crying, she always felt empty, as if a blunt weapon was shaved her chest
Chen Muyang stood by the window, lifted the curtain with his breath, but saw his aunt staring coldly in his direction. He quickly pulled the curtain with anxiety
The huge house was empty and silent, and the spring sunset poured in, and they hugged the two children tightly.
He said he was bored and bored when he was drinking wedding wine. After a full meal, the children on the table began to be unable to bear it, and their eyes were aiming out.
Song Yiran is no exception
Listening to the boring and tedious conversations of the adults, she touched her full belly, shook her calves, and started to be stunned.
After a while, Song Yiran couldn't help but poked Chen Muyang sideways, smiled secretly, stretched out his hand, first clamped into a fist, then turned into scissors, and finally spread out his palms and turned into cloth shape.
Chen Muyang quickly understood that his sister wanted to play with stone scissors and cloth with him, so he also stretched out his hand, and the two began to play with her under the table.
At this time, Song Yiran's aunt said to Pan Hui: What are Ranran playing with your nephew?
Everyone's eyes were gathered on the two children on the table
Pan Hui pulled Song Yiran and asked her to sit upright. She lowered her voice and cursed: Have a good meal while eating.
Song Yiran pouted unwillingly while her mother was not paying attention, and continued to eat something expressionlessly. She thought that there were still many people joking while eating, so why can't she play.
Even if she couldn't calm down and listened to them, she couldn't eat it anymore and couldn't leave the table. So she picked up the wedding decoration flowers in the fruit pot and played with it for a while. When he was not paying attention, she threw them on his legs.
Chen Muyang's little body trembled suddenly, and she was thinking about the flower on her legs. Another flower was thrown over by her.
Turning his head, Song Yiran stretched her neck, looking for other remaining wedding decoration flowers
He pointed her legs, put one of the flowers on her legs, and whispered: You can hold it
She smiled secretly and said: I just want to count how many such flowers are on the table, but some are too far from me, so I can't reach them. Do you know what kind of flowers are? They are all this flowers when you are having wedding banquets.
I don't know, but the petals are soft
Are the petals of real flowers soft?
Song Yiran held the flower in his hand and then touched the flower in his hand. Her eyes were crescent-shaped, and the whole little tiger teeth on the left were exposed. She lowered her voice and said: Cheers!
At this moment, some people walked around at other tables. Song Yiran secretly looked at the direction where her cousin left, and then told Song Kang that she wanted to play with her cousin. Song Kang waved his hand and allowed her to go.
Song Yiran was eager to get rid of this boring situation and couldn't wait to pull Chen Muyang to follow her cousin, holding the decorative flower in her hand.
Yiran’s aunt over there joked to Pan Hui: Ranran is a sister and has a little follower who has been following him all the time.
Pan Hui ate a piece of watermelon and curled her mouth indifferently
Outside, Song Yiran's cousin discusses the strife in the school, and talking about a personal name she didn't know. She suddenly felt that it was boring to follow her brother and sister out.
My cousin thought the two primary school students were troublesome, and his eyebrows flipped and sent them away arrogantly.
Song Yiran was defeated, but she really didn't know what they were talking about, so she just wandered around with Chen Muyang outside. She grabbed a few dog-tail grass on the road and kept shaking it around.
Alas, wait a moment! Song Yiran suddenly stopped, turned to face Chen Muyang, and pinned a dogtail grass behind his ears, like the cigarette stuck behind his uncle's ears?
He thought carefully for a while, and finally nodded, like
Then you can do one too
Song Yiran also inserted a dogtail grass behind his ear and smiled: Like an old man
Then she put the decorative flowers brought from the table behind his other ear. She looked closely and teased: You have become a little girl again.
Chen Muyang took down the decorative flowers, put them in the palm of his hand, muttering: I don't want to be a little girl
Song Yiran did not listen to his muttering, so he focused on pulling out the dog's tail grass. Chen Muyang secretly put the flower in his palm into his pocket with his own flower, and then continued to follow Song Yiran and watched her pull out the dog's tail grass, and then picked up strange fallen leaves and kept playing with it.
The two of them walked leisurely on the country road, chasing and laughing in the fragrance of the fishy soil from time to time
Not long after, the hazy drizzle gradually brought light smoke into the fields, and the soil became wet and slippery.
Chen Muyang ran fast, and when he came to his senses, he found that his sister was gone.
The little body was anxiously searching for Song Yiran's figure, with a panic look. He ran over and ran back with a small step, and finally stopped beside an orange tree with orange trees in a daze.
Muyang! A soft voice came from the riverside in the distance
He hurriedly looked in the sound, and Song Yiran, wearing a small skirt, ran over with a smile. There were little ducks and geese by the river! Are you going to see it?
Chen Muyang breathed a sigh of relief, returned to his original expression, and shook his head: Don't go
Humph Song Yiran pouted and hummed softly. Suddenly, she saw the yellow oranges above her head, so she picked up a few stones on the ground and threw them on the tree. With a cry, three or two big oranges fell down
She hummed a little tune, picked up an orange from the ground, leaned against the tree trunk and slowly peeled off the orange peel, and then peeled off some white stems and silk from the orange flesh, broke off a piece of orange petal, and threw it into her mouth with a big mouthful.
For you to eat, this orange is very sweet, she bent her eyebrows and smiled
Chen Muyang's mouth was suddenly stuffed with sweet orange petals. He chewed in a daze, his eyes fixed on her body, and saw the yellow juice soaking her pink little mouth brightly.
Is it delicious? She came over and asked, with the sweet taste of oranges
Chen Muyang nodded blankly and said stutteringly: It's delicious...
Say thanks for her order
Chen Muyang lowered his head, thank you
Call me sister Ah!
Thank you sister...
After returning home, Chen Muyang felt that his trouser pocket seemed to be extremely heavy, but he only had two flowers stuffed.
He took it out carefully, for some reason, but he just didn't want to throw it away, so he secretly put it into a corner of the innermost part of the drawer.
The moment he closed the drawer, Chen Muyang suddenly felt that the drawer was a bit heavy, but this weight remained firmly in the palm of his hand
He clenched his small fist, and the rustling autumn wind blew out of the window, waving like cotton wool on his slightly smiling face
***
Song Yiran, who had a new friend in school, gradually left Chen Muyang behind, and only thought of this cousin when he went home would he think of this cousin when he was about to go home
Her feelings for him became more and more strange
If Chen Muyang can look at the color, in fact, Song Yiran will gradually understand that the aid of her parents' quarrels is because of his arrival. She despised him in her heart, but she also thought he was a pity.
The autumn wind in the fifth year of elementary school whizzed out of the window with fallen leaves. Song Yiran's temperament began to become calm and well-behaved from nowhere, no longer as naughty as a child.
Parents' quarrels have become commonplace for Song Yiran. Even though this annoying noise makes her feel bored, the annoying mood gradually evolves into ignoring Chen Muyang and neglecting her.
Pan Hui also compared them from time to time, and Song Yiran saw it
She hates her mother who secretly teaches her to try harder to catch up with others. This subtext is to make her surpass her younger brother
But she is not as good as her math, she is just slow to calculate, she just doesn't like the math teacher
But she's lazy to argue
Sometimes, she would sit at the desk, listening to her mother's complaints outside the door, dazed and dazed. The homework book on the table was silent, and only the little girl was bored and painted circles.
The sensitive Chen Muyang glanced at her with his eyes, feeling very complicated
Is it because he begged his parents not to pick him up every day, which made his uncle and aunt often quarrel? However, even if he was hated by her and his aunt, he didn't want to live back to the dilapidated house with his parents.
Is he selfish?
He glanced at her again, but collided with her eyes. He clearly noticed that there was displeasure and hostility in her eyes when she looked at him.
Song Yiran turned her head and looked at the door. When she remembered her mother's complaining about her father, she suddenly muttered: Dad, don't go home, otherwise my mother would dislike him from time to time, and the two of them would quarrel again. It would be better not to come back.
Why not go home
God may have heard what she said, Song Kang's decoration business is getting bigger and bigger outside, and from returning home late to once a week, Pan Hui is getting more and more dissatisfied.
There is no news about Chen Muyang's parents, and he has been living in his own home again, and the conflict between the couple is getting bigger and bigger
One morning, Song Kang rarely had to go to the factory. He was bathed in the milky white morning light and was in a leisurely mood.
Pan Hui said indifferently: When will you send your nephew back?
This has almost become her catchphrase in recent years, and she has to say it in front of him a few times every time.
She doesn't like Chen Muyang's too quiet and well-behaved. When he was better than his daughter's exam, she doesn't like Chen Muyang who has a expressionless face even more when he was better than her daughter's exam.
That expression without any turmoil looks very similar to his parents, the one who made her very bad first impression
Song Kang sighed, he rubbed his sore shoulders, turned over, his strange eyes nailed to the ceiling chandelier
Pan Hui heard her husband's extremely calm voice: It's better to divorce if you quarrel every day.
She heard her husband repeat firmly: I want to divorce
That morning, Song Yiran suddenly woke up in her mother's hysterical curse. She felt that she was very close to the ceiling. Several dazzling white apertures flashed in front of her eyes, and then she heard the bang of the door hitting the
For a few days, Pan Hui lived in her parents' home and did not come back. Song Kang asked Mo Hongjuan to come and take care of two children in the area.
Song Yiran learned something from her grandma in a daze. Her grandma has always held her hand in panic these days and said to her: Hello with your dad, your dad will make money
Grandma's old voice was filled with a few choking and sadness. She couldn't bear it and nodded blankly.
She was very vague about the specific process of her parents' divorce. However, when she saw her mother moving out of the house one day, she ran back to the bed. Although she was not crying, she always felt empty, as if a blunt weapon was shaved her chest
Chen Muyang stood by the window, lifted the curtain with his breath, but saw his aunt staring coldly in his direction. He quickly pulled the curtain with anxiety
The huge house was empty and silent, and the spring sunset poured in, and they hugged the two children tightly.
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