Chapter 178
Chapter 178
Chapter 178
After Song Ci and Yun Wanli finished talking on the phone, they actually put the matter down in their hearts.
But some people just can't let go.
When Song Ci received Meng Fusheng's call, he was not surprised.
"Mr. Song, can I see you?"
Meng Fusheng was very polite on the phone, but listening to his voice, he didn't have the kind of cheerfulness of revenge.
"Yes, but I'm in Temple Street now, can you come over?" Song Ci asked looking at the bustling crowd around him.
"Of course, I'll be right there."
Meng Fusheng was refreshed when he heard the words, and immediately hung up the phone.
Song Ci ignored him, put away his phone, and continued to look at the booths on both sides of the aisle.
This is not the first time Song Ci has come to Temple Street, but it is the first time to wander around in such detail as today. This time, I came here because I was going to buy an incense burner to bring back to the countryside tomorrow. Also go back.
You can't buy clay, it's easy to break, iron is easy to rust, copper is easy to lose, copper-plated is the best, it's rust-resistant and resistant to falling.
Because it was just a small rural shrine, Song Ci didn't plan to buy one that was too gorgeous. It was better to be simple, and not too big. In this way, after shopping for a long time, I didn't see a suitable one.
"Boss, take a look at my goods, they are all good things."
When Song Ci's eyes only need to stay on a certain stall for a while, the stall owner always greets him enthusiastically, and he can cheat one by one, especially young people like Song Ci, who are their favorite objects.
"I'll take a look casually, you are busy with your work."
As soon as Song Ci said this, the stall owner basically lost interest in him. If he said this, he usually just looked at it casually and didn't buy it.
Temple Street not only sells antiques, but also sells old things, but even so, many of them are old.
For example, the small wooden hammer that Song Ci is looking at now is made of exquisite materials and simple in style. It looks like it has been a few years old, but the joint between the hammer handle and the hammer head is a spring. This is not an antique at all, but a handicraft.
This massage hammer, also known as a health hammer, looks good in quality and is suitable for beating your back. Grandpa should like it.
"How much?" Song Ci asked.
"Fifty."
The boss came as soon as he opened his mouth, and he was honest. He didn't ask for the price according to the antique, but the price was also high.
"Twenty." Song Ci countered directly.
"Open your mouth and cut in half, why are you making a turn?" The boss said a little dissatisfied.
Song Ci was amused, so he said: "Otherwise, at thirty—"
"Okay, I'll sell you." Before Song Ci finished speaking, the boss agreed.
"I said thirty and I'll buy two."
Song Ci took a tickle from the side to scratch, this tickle is just right for grandma.
When you are older, your bones are stiff, and you can't reach your back. If you have an itchy back, this thing will come in handy, so it has another name - don't ask.
The boss was speechless after hearing Song Ci's words.
It used to be twenty, but now it has become fifteen.
"Don't sell it, don't make trouble here." The stall owner was furious, and raised his hand to drive people away.
"Don't worry, buying and selling can't be benevolent. I see that these things of yours have been here for a long time and no one wants them. I am kind enough to help you clear the inventory." Song Ci said with a smile.
Then he stretched out his finger, and lightly wiped the junction of the hammer handle and the hammer head, and the fingertip was immediately covered with dust.
"It's because I didn't clean it up."
The boss "takes" back the hammer in Song Ci's hand.
Song Ci smiled, "It's all dust."
"Oh, forget it, I sold it to you."
Seeing Song Ci's calm look, the boss handed back the wooden hammer, and then picked up the scratcher from the booth and handed it to Song Ci.
It was originally bought to sell to the elderly. After all, there are many elderly people who come to the old temple to hang out, but I didn’t expect to sell it for so long after entering. To be honest, he was also annoyed.
Song Ci took the two things and paid the money with a smile. When he turned his head, he saw Meng Fusheng standing not far away looking at him.
"So fast?" Song Ci was a little surprised.
"I'm nearby." Meng Fusheng said.
With a strange look on his face, he looked at the two things in Song Ci's hand with some surprise.
"I'm planning to go back to the countryside tomorrow and buy some for the elderly at home." Song Ci said with a smile.
Meng Fusheng nodded and said, "It's understandable, but what I didn't expect was that you would bargain for a long time for just these two dollars."
"Ha ha……"
Song Ci laughed, and then asked, "What else?"
Meng Fusheng scratched his head, and then said: "In my imagination, a person like you should...should..."
In fact, he couldn't say what it should be like, but it shouldn't be like this.
Song Ci took his words with a smile and said, "I am a human being, not a god, and even if I am a god, who stipulates that I can't be like me?"
Hearing this, Meng Fusheng showed a look of admiration on his face.
"Walk with me, I haven't got what I want to buy yet," Song Ci said.
"May I ask, what do you want to buy? I am familiar with this place." Meng Fusheng said.
"Do you come here often?" Song Ci asked curiously.
Are there any real antiques for sale here?
"I have some business partners who like these old objects, and they also have stores here, so I often come here to shop."
Song Ci somewhat understood that it didn't matter whether something was true or not, it was just a means of giving gifts in disguise.
Song Ci didn't get entangled in this issue, but said: "I want to buy an incense burner, but I haven't seen a suitable one."
"Censer? I know a place that sells it. I'm sure I can find one that suits Mr. Song." Meng Fusheng immediately said.
Song Ci shook his head and said, "I don't want to be too good, I just want to find someone who is unremarkable and ordinary."
Song Ci knew that Meng Fusheng probably misunderstood what he meant, and the ones he introduced must be some high-quality goods or treasures.
As soon as Meng Fusheng heard it, he didn't say any more, so he accompanied Song Ci to wander all the way, and observed which stalls around him sold incense burners from time to time.
"Huh..." At this moment, Song Ci suddenly stopped.
"what happened?"
Meng Fusheng followed his gaze curiously, and it turned out to be a dark bowl.
Song Ci stepped forward, picked it up and shook it in his hand, it was quite heavy, like an iron bowl, it really sold for everything.
It is said that the bowl is too thick and heavy, and most people probably cannot hold it for a meal, but it is not, but it is the same size as the bowl.
"What's this for?" Song Ci asked curiously.
"This is a medicine mortar." The stall owner explained to Song Ci.
Song Ci was a little surprised when he heard the words. The so-called medicine mortar is a trough for pounding medicine. It is a pair with a medicine pounding pestle. It crushes medicine. No wonder it is made of iron, which is strong.
But this is made by modern machinery, and it was made of stone in ancient times, which also reminds Song Ci.
Since you can't buy a copper-plated incense burner, buy a stone one.
Soon, Song Ci bought what he wanted, but it was not an incense burner, but a stone tripod, but Song Ci was very satisfied.
Holding the stone tripod, Song Ci smiled and said to Meng Fusheng: "In life, we must learn to be flexible. Usually we can't buy what we want, but being flexible and changing to another one can actually satisfy people. Wrong, don’t you think so?”
Meng Fusheng was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, then he reacted and said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Song."
"Thank you for what? I didn't say anything, I just bought an incense burner, I'm just feeling a little emotional." Song Ci said.
"You're right, Mr. Song, can I treat you to a meal at noon?" Meng Fusheng said.
"How's the food?"
"You are satisfied."
"That's fine."
"Let's have a drink or two."
"I don't drink alcohol."
"Red wine is not wine."
"what is that?"
"Fermented juice..."
"Ha, okay, let's drink juice at noon today."
……
-
In the haze, Song Ci felt something pressing on his body, making him breathless. He wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound. He was anxious, and then woke up from the dream.
As soon as he woke up, he felt something was wrong, his stomach seemed to be pressed by something, and when he looked forward, he saw Nuan Nuan was holding a picture book, sitting on his stomach and flipping through it.
Song Ci: ...
"What are you doing this early in the morning?" Song Ci asked a little speechlessly.
Nuannuan heard the sound, looked at Song Ci, first gave him a big smile, and then said: "Dad, you are awake, I didn't disturb you to sleep, am I good?"
Song Ci was embarrassed when he heard this.
"Am I obedient?" Nuan Nuan asked.
"You are good." Song Ci felt that there was nothing to love in life.
"Hee hee~, then you can go on sleeping and leave me alone."
As Nuan Nuan spoke, she shifted her gaze to the picture book in her hand and continued reading.
"But...you seem to be sitting on me." Song Ci kindly reminded her.
"It's okay, your belly is very soft and comfortable." Nuan Nuan twisted her butt twice.
o(╯□╰)o
Am I afraid that you will not sit comfortably?
"But I don't seem to be feeling well?" Song Ci said.
"Why? Did you not cover the quilt last night? You were not good."
"It's not because of this, it's because you are as heavy as a pig, can you please get off me."
Nuan Nuan slowly widened her eyes, furrowed her eyebrows, and panted heavily.
"You say I'm a pig?" she asked angrily.
"What else? Get off me quickly, you're going to crush me to death."
"You little boy, you are so rude, hurry up and apologize."
Nuan Nuan not only didn't get up, but instead rode to his chest, reaching out to grab his mouth, asking him to apologize to herself.
"I'm just telling the truth, why do you have to apologize, you are as heavy as a pig." Song Ci shook his head, avoiding her little hand.
"I'm not."
"You are, Song Xiaozhu, ha, it sounds pretty good, I will call you Song Xiaozhu from now on." Song Ci laughed loudly.
"No, you lazy pig."
Nuannuan was in a hurry, and hurried to gag Song Ci's mouth.
"Song Xiaozhu, Song Xiaozhu..."
"Big lazy pig, big lazy pig..."
The two were making a fuss, Song Shouren heard the two playing in the living room, and walked in.
"Get up quickly when you wake up, we have to go back early."
"Grandpa, Dad said you are a pig." Seeing Song Shouren coming in, Nuan Nuan immediately turned on the "nonsense" mode.
"Nonsense, when did I say that?" Looking at Song Shouren's gaze, Song Ci hurriedly explained.
"You said that I am Song Xiaozhu and he is my grandfather, so he is Song Dazhu?" Nuan Nuan was confident and confident.
Song Ci: ...
Song Shouren was annoyed and funny when he heard the words, and said, "I'm not Song Dazhu, your father is Song Dazhu."
"Is that Song Laozhu?"
Nuan Nuan tilted her head and looked at Song Shouren, as if asking if she was right?
Song Shouren choked on his words, and said angrily: "Bah, bah, we are not pigs, only your father is a pig."
As he spoke, he reached out and hugged her.
"Hurry up and get up, we have to go to the countryside to see our grandpa and grandma today." Song Shouren said.
If he didn't go back, he didn't think so. He couldn't wait to go back.
After packing up and having breakfast, Song Ci began to deliver the things to the car in big and small bags.
In addition to the daily necessities and a change of clothes that Song Shouren and his wife wanted to bring home, there were also gifts for their grandparents.
Of course, there are also some warm things in it. Although Song Ci has sent a trip to his father-in-law’s house last time, after all, it has not officially passed, and there are still some things left. This time, I will bring them all. One car to the house of father-in-law and mother-in-law, so as not to have to run back again.
After running four or five times in a row, Song Ci delivered all the things to the car.
"Look, do you have anything else to bring?" Song Ci asked Nuan Nuan, who was holding the little pink pig.
Nuan Nuan shook her head first, then seemed to think of something, stood on tiptoe, handed the little pink pig in her hand to Song Ci and said, "Help me get it."
Song Ci reached out to take it, a little curious about what she didn't bring.
At this moment, Nuan Nuan dragged her exclusive little yellow duck toilet over.
"Hey, I didn't bring this one."
Nuan Nuan raised her head and looked at Song Ci, with a pair of big eyes fluttering, full of innocence.
Song Ci: ...
You really don't forget your toilet wherever you go.
"Haha, we were negligent, this thing really needs to be brought, otherwise it would be really inconvenient." Zhao Caixia laughed.
Then he reached out and took it from Nuan Nuan's hand.
"Let's go." Song Ci said helplessly.
"Give me back my little pink pig." Nuan Nuan yelled immediately.
"Give it back to you, who wants yours."
Song Ci angrily handed her piggy bank back to her.
"→_→"
Seeing her small anti-thief eyes, Song Ci didn't care to talk to her.
The trunk was packed to the brim, Song Shouren sat in the passenger seat, Zhao Caixia sat in the back seat with Nuan Nuan, and the family officially set off.
"Oh~oh~"
Nuan Nuan seemed very happy. For Song Ci and the others, it was going back to their hometown, but for Nuan Nuan, it was a family going out to play together.
"When you see grandpa and grandma, remember to call someone." In the back seat, Zhao Caixia told Nuan Nuan.
"I know, I will still kiss him and hug him..."
"It's so smart, next year our Nuannuan family will be able to go to kindergarten."
"Yeah, then I'm a big baby, not a child." Nuan Nuan said innocently.
"Haha, yes, it's a big baby..." Zhao Caixia laughed loudly.
The little guy can always amuse others with a few words.
The morning sun shone in from the car window and fell on the little guy's fair cheeks and hair tips. Under the rising sun, his whole body seemed to be shimmering.
Bring light and heat to the surroundings.
Sure enough, it fits her name very well - Nuan Nuan.
(End of this chapter)
After Song Ci and Yun Wanli finished talking on the phone, they actually put the matter down in their hearts.
But some people just can't let go.
When Song Ci received Meng Fusheng's call, he was not surprised.
"Mr. Song, can I see you?"
Meng Fusheng was very polite on the phone, but listening to his voice, he didn't have the kind of cheerfulness of revenge.
"Yes, but I'm in Temple Street now, can you come over?" Song Ci asked looking at the bustling crowd around him.
"Of course, I'll be right there."
Meng Fusheng was refreshed when he heard the words, and immediately hung up the phone.
Song Ci ignored him, put away his phone, and continued to look at the booths on both sides of the aisle.
This is not the first time Song Ci has come to Temple Street, but it is the first time to wander around in such detail as today. This time, I came here because I was going to buy an incense burner to bring back to the countryside tomorrow. Also go back.
You can't buy clay, it's easy to break, iron is easy to rust, copper is easy to lose, copper-plated is the best, it's rust-resistant and resistant to falling.
Because it was just a small rural shrine, Song Ci didn't plan to buy one that was too gorgeous. It was better to be simple, and not too big. In this way, after shopping for a long time, I didn't see a suitable one.
"Boss, take a look at my goods, they are all good things."
When Song Ci's eyes only need to stay on a certain stall for a while, the stall owner always greets him enthusiastically, and he can cheat one by one, especially young people like Song Ci, who are their favorite objects.
"I'll take a look casually, you are busy with your work."
As soon as Song Ci said this, the stall owner basically lost interest in him. If he said this, he usually just looked at it casually and didn't buy it.
Temple Street not only sells antiques, but also sells old things, but even so, many of them are old.
For example, the small wooden hammer that Song Ci is looking at now is made of exquisite materials and simple in style. It looks like it has been a few years old, but the joint between the hammer handle and the hammer head is a spring. This is not an antique at all, but a handicraft.
This massage hammer, also known as a health hammer, looks good in quality and is suitable for beating your back. Grandpa should like it.
"How much?" Song Ci asked.
"Fifty."
The boss came as soon as he opened his mouth, and he was honest. He didn't ask for the price according to the antique, but the price was also high.
"Twenty." Song Ci countered directly.
"Open your mouth and cut in half, why are you making a turn?" The boss said a little dissatisfied.
Song Ci was amused, so he said: "Otherwise, at thirty—"
"Okay, I'll sell you." Before Song Ci finished speaking, the boss agreed.
"I said thirty and I'll buy two."
Song Ci took a tickle from the side to scratch, this tickle is just right for grandma.
When you are older, your bones are stiff, and you can't reach your back. If you have an itchy back, this thing will come in handy, so it has another name - don't ask.
The boss was speechless after hearing Song Ci's words.
It used to be twenty, but now it has become fifteen.
"Don't sell it, don't make trouble here." The stall owner was furious, and raised his hand to drive people away.
"Don't worry, buying and selling can't be benevolent. I see that these things of yours have been here for a long time and no one wants them. I am kind enough to help you clear the inventory." Song Ci said with a smile.
Then he stretched out his finger, and lightly wiped the junction of the hammer handle and the hammer head, and the fingertip was immediately covered with dust.
"It's because I didn't clean it up."
The boss "takes" back the hammer in Song Ci's hand.
Song Ci smiled, "It's all dust."
"Oh, forget it, I sold it to you."
Seeing Song Ci's calm look, the boss handed back the wooden hammer, and then picked up the scratcher from the booth and handed it to Song Ci.
It was originally bought to sell to the elderly. After all, there are many elderly people who come to the old temple to hang out, but I didn’t expect to sell it for so long after entering. To be honest, he was also annoyed.
Song Ci took the two things and paid the money with a smile. When he turned his head, he saw Meng Fusheng standing not far away looking at him.
"So fast?" Song Ci was a little surprised.
"I'm nearby." Meng Fusheng said.
With a strange look on his face, he looked at the two things in Song Ci's hand with some surprise.
"I'm planning to go back to the countryside tomorrow and buy some for the elderly at home." Song Ci said with a smile.
Meng Fusheng nodded and said, "It's understandable, but what I didn't expect was that you would bargain for a long time for just these two dollars."
"Ha ha……"
Song Ci laughed, and then asked, "What else?"
Meng Fusheng scratched his head, and then said: "In my imagination, a person like you should...should..."
In fact, he couldn't say what it should be like, but it shouldn't be like this.
Song Ci took his words with a smile and said, "I am a human being, not a god, and even if I am a god, who stipulates that I can't be like me?"
Hearing this, Meng Fusheng showed a look of admiration on his face.
"Walk with me, I haven't got what I want to buy yet," Song Ci said.
"May I ask, what do you want to buy? I am familiar with this place." Meng Fusheng said.
"Do you come here often?" Song Ci asked curiously.
Are there any real antiques for sale here?
"I have some business partners who like these old objects, and they also have stores here, so I often come here to shop."
Song Ci somewhat understood that it didn't matter whether something was true or not, it was just a means of giving gifts in disguise.
Song Ci didn't get entangled in this issue, but said: "I want to buy an incense burner, but I haven't seen a suitable one."
"Censer? I know a place that sells it. I'm sure I can find one that suits Mr. Song." Meng Fusheng immediately said.
Song Ci shook his head and said, "I don't want to be too good, I just want to find someone who is unremarkable and ordinary."
Song Ci knew that Meng Fusheng probably misunderstood what he meant, and the ones he introduced must be some high-quality goods or treasures.
As soon as Meng Fusheng heard it, he didn't say any more, so he accompanied Song Ci to wander all the way, and observed which stalls around him sold incense burners from time to time.
"Huh..." At this moment, Song Ci suddenly stopped.
"what happened?"
Meng Fusheng followed his gaze curiously, and it turned out to be a dark bowl.
Song Ci stepped forward, picked it up and shook it in his hand, it was quite heavy, like an iron bowl, it really sold for everything.
It is said that the bowl is too thick and heavy, and most people probably cannot hold it for a meal, but it is not, but it is the same size as the bowl.
"What's this for?" Song Ci asked curiously.
"This is a medicine mortar." The stall owner explained to Song Ci.
Song Ci was a little surprised when he heard the words. The so-called medicine mortar is a trough for pounding medicine. It is a pair with a medicine pounding pestle. It crushes medicine. No wonder it is made of iron, which is strong.
But this is made by modern machinery, and it was made of stone in ancient times, which also reminds Song Ci.
Since you can't buy a copper-plated incense burner, buy a stone one.
Soon, Song Ci bought what he wanted, but it was not an incense burner, but a stone tripod, but Song Ci was very satisfied.
Holding the stone tripod, Song Ci smiled and said to Meng Fusheng: "In life, we must learn to be flexible. Usually we can't buy what we want, but being flexible and changing to another one can actually satisfy people. Wrong, don’t you think so?”
Meng Fusheng was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, then he reacted and said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Song."
"Thank you for what? I didn't say anything, I just bought an incense burner, I'm just feeling a little emotional." Song Ci said.
"You're right, Mr. Song, can I treat you to a meal at noon?" Meng Fusheng said.
"How's the food?"
"You are satisfied."
"That's fine."
"Let's have a drink or two."
"I don't drink alcohol."
"Red wine is not wine."
"what is that?"
"Fermented juice..."
"Ha, okay, let's drink juice at noon today."
……
-
In the haze, Song Ci felt something pressing on his body, making him breathless. He wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound. He was anxious, and then woke up from the dream.
As soon as he woke up, he felt something was wrong, his stomach seemed to be pressed by something, and when he looked forward, he saw Nuan Nuan was holding a picture book, sitting on his stomach and flipping through it.
Song Ci: ...
"What are you doing this early in the morning?" Song Ci asked a little speechlessly.
Nuannuan heard the sound, looked at Song Ci, first gave him a big smile, and then said: "Dad, you are awake, I didn't disturb you to sleep, am I good?"
Song Ci was embarrassed when he heard this.
"Am I obedient?" Nuan Nuan asked.
"You are good." Song Ci felt that there was nothing to love in life.
"Hee hee~, then you can go on sleeping and leave me alone."
As Nuan Nuan spoke, she shifted her gaze to the picture book in her hand and continued reading.
"But...you seem to be sitting on me." Song Ci kindly reminded her.
"It's okay, your belly is very soft and comfortable." Nuan Nuan twisted her butt twice.
o(╯□╰)o
Am I afraid that you will not sit comfortably?
"But I don't seem to be feeling well?" Song Ci said.
"Why? Did you not cover the quilt last night? You were not good."
"It's not because of this, it's because you are as heavy as a pig, can you please get off me."
Nuan Nuan slowly widened her eyes, furrowed her eyebrows, and panted heavily.
"You say I'm a pig?" she asked angrily.
"What else? Get off me quickly, you're going to crush me to death."
"You little boy, you are so rude, hurry up and apologize."
Nuan Nuan not only didn't get up, but instead rode to his chest, reaching out to grab his mouth, asking him to apologize to herself.
"I'm just telling the truth, why do you have to apologize, you are as heavy as a pig." Song Ci shook his head, avoiding her little hand.
"I'm not."
"You are, Song Xiaozhu, ha, it sounds pretty good, I will call you Song Xiaozhu from now on." Song Ci laughed loudly.
"No, you lazy pig."
Nuannuan was in a hurry, and hurried to gag Song Ci's mouth.
"Song Xiaozhu, Song Xiaozhu..."
"Big lazy pig, big lazy pig..."
The two were making a fuss, Song Shouren heard the two playing in the living room, and walked in.
"Get up quickly when you wake up, we have to go back early."
"Grandpa, Dad said you are a pig." Seeing Song Shouren coming in, Nuan Nuan immediately turned on the "nonsense" mode.
"Nonsense, when did I say that?" Looking at Song Shouren's gaze, Song Ci hurriedly explained.
"You said that I am Song Xiaozhu and he is my grandfather, so he is Song Dazhu?" Nuan Nuan was confident and confident.
Song Ci: ...
Song Shouren was annoyed and funny when he heard the words, and said, "I'm not Song Dazhu, your father is Song Dazhu."
"Is that Song Laozhu?"
Nuan Nuan tilted her head and looked at Song Shouren, as if asking if she was right?
Song Shouren choked on his words, and said angrily: "Bah, bah, we are not pigs, only your father is a pig."
As he spoke, he reached out and hugged her.
"Hurry up and get up, we have to go to the countryside to see our grandpa and grandma today." Song Shouren said.
If he didn't go back, he didn't think so. He couldn't wait to go back.
After packing up and having breakfast, Song Ci began to deliver the things to the car in big and small bags.
In addition to the daily necessities and a change of clothes that Song Shouren and his wife wanted to bring home, there were also gifts for their grandparents.
Of course, there are also some warm things in it. Although Song Ci has sent a trip to his father-in-law’s house last time, after all, it has not officially passed, and there are still some things left. This time, I will bring them all. One car to the house of father-in-law and mother-in-law, so as not to have to run back again.
After running four or five times in a row, Song Ci delivered all the things to the car.
"Look, do you have anything else to bring?" Song Ci asked Nuan Nuan, who was holding the little pink pig.
Nuan Nuan shook her head first, then seemed to think of something, stood on tiptoe, handed the little pink pig in her hand to Song Ci and said, "Help me get it."
Song Ci reached out to take it, a little curious about what she didn't bring.
At this moment, Nuan Nuan dragged her exclusive little yellow duck toilet over.
"Hey, I didn't bring this one."
Nuan Nuan raised her head and looked at Song Ci, with a pair of big eyes fluttering, full of innocence.
Song Ci: ...
You really don't forget your toilet wherever you go.
"Haha, we were negligent, this thing really needs to be brought, otherwise it would be really inconvenient." Zhao Caixia laughed.
Then he reached out and took it from Nuan Nuan's hand.
"Let's go." Song Ci said helplessly.
"Give me back my little pink pig." Nuan Nuan yelled immediately.
"Give it back to you, who wants yours."
Song Ci angrily handed her piggy bank back to her.
"→_→"
Seeing her small anti-thief eyes, Song Ci didn't care to talk to her.
The trunk was packed to the brim, Song Shouren sat in the passenger seat, Zhao Caixia sat in the back seat with Nuan Nuan, and the family officially set off.
"Oh~oh~"
Nuan Nuan seemed very happy. For Song Ci and the others, it was going back to their hometown, but for Nuan Nuan, it was a family going out to play together.
"When you see grandpa and grandma, remember to call someone." In the back seat, Zhao Caixia told Nuan Nuan.
"I know, I will still kiss him and hug him..."
"It's so smart, next year our Nuannuan family will be able to go to kindergarten."
"Yeah, then I'm a big baby, not a child." Nuan Nuan said innocently.
"Haha, yes, it's a big baby..." Zhao Caixia laughed loudly.
The little guy can always amuse others with a few words.
The morning sun shone in from the car window and fell on the little guy's fair cheeks and hair tips. Under the rising sun, his whole body seemed to be shimmering.
Bring light and heat to the surroundings.
Sure enough, it fits her name very well - Nuan Nuan.
(End of this chapter)