Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Qiao Jinshu shut up. He really couldn't understand. Seeing that Xiao Yuchen was still going to work, he hurriedly took his arm and said, "Second brother, please take a rest. Your body is all sweaty. I only have the last bit left. I'll go ”

Only then did Xiao Yuchen notice the dust on his body and the sweat stains stuck to his body. Song Tingran had been saying that he had been blown a little darker by the autumn wind in the past few days. Now standing with the fragrant and soft Qiao Jinshu, the contrast was obvious.

"Then I'll go wash my face and help you later."

"No, second brother, just rest. There should be hot water in the bathroom. You can take a good bath later to relax."

Xiao Yuchen watched Qiao Jinshu leave and went to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and felt a little annoyed. His life was too comfortable. If he continued like this, he would not please his wife.

It wasn't until dark that all these rice merchants left. The Song family's remaining grain was also sold, and they gained a large sum of money.

Sang Cheng and the others also prepared dinner. The staple food was fragrant meat rolls. This food is addictive. After eating one, it will make you think about two things and you can't stop.

There were also some home-cooked side dishes, which was not a particularly sumptuous meal in the Song family. Everyone ate in silence.

Until Song Tingran had eaten enough, he slumped on the chair and said, "Let's have a rest as a family tomorrow. We don't need to go to town, and we won't go to Xiufang Book School. We will sleep until midnight."

Qiao Jinshu's mouth was stuffed like a hamster, full of meat rolls. He held half of the roll in his hand and said inarticulately: "Okay, I'm going to stay in bed until the afternoon."

Shi Yan smiled. After so many years, he still couldn't do anything to Qiao Jinshu. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth. If he didn't guess, it would have fallen on his clothes in a while.

Over there with the Zazai, you looked at me, I looked at you, and finally Song Leyu was pushed out, "Mom, what about us, are we going to the school?"

Song Lingjia was so anxious that she felt it was so ingenious, so she quickly added: "What we mean is that we can also sleep until the sun rises tomorrow?"

Song Tingran burst into laughter.

"Everyone is fine. If you want to go to the school, you can go. It's not that far anyway. If you don't want to go, just play at home. I heard from your eldest father that he has been doing very well recently."

The cheers were instantaneous.

Night falls.

The Song family looked quiet, but in fact many people were awake. Xiao Yuchen stayed in the Changyuqiao house and refused to leave.

"Well, can you help me become whiter?"

"Ah? Second brother, what aroused you?"

Xiao Yuchen drank the hot wine in the cup to strengthen his courage. Looking at Chang Yuqiao's appearance in his underwear, he looked good. No wonder his wife liked him and often played music and admired the moon with him.

As soon as I arrived at his place, I either went up the mountain or went down to the ground, and even crossed the river. Of course, I did a lot of romantic things. He was also happy, but he didn't know what happened, and he suddenly felt inferior.

"Qiao, you have to keep it a secret for me. You must not tell anyone else. I just feel like my face has been hurting these past few days. It's been very dry."

Chang Yuqiao breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was something big and it was so mysterious.

"Second brother, you are a pianist in the fields. Every time I ask you to cover up, you say you can't breathe. Now you know it hurts. Come on, let me put some facial grease on you."

Xiao Yuchen's body was very cooperative and he sat next to Chang Yuqiao, but he didn't like this thing in his heart.

"Qiao, this facial cream of yours is too fragrant. Is this okay?"

"Okay, why not? Your face is almost cracked now. You have to keep applying it for a few days. When the pain stops, you can use something else. Come on, let me take a look at your hands."

Xiao Yuchen reached out his hand in cooperation, and Chang Yuqiao simply dug out a large piece of facial fat and wiped his hands.

"Can this thing even wipe your hands?"

"Logically speaking, you should use it on your face, but your hands are too dry. So, just listen to me these days. I can't guarantee that I'll make it clean for you, but it's definitely better than now. At least touch it. Don’t hold your hands when you get up.”

"Why can't I be clean and fair, like you?"

"Because, second brother, you know, a person's skin color is partly innate and partly in later stages. Your wheat color is very beautiful. My wife likes it very much. She said you feel safe and have muscles... big."

Xiao Yuchen blushed instantly and stood up stumblingly, "Well, what kind of facial oil is this? Get me a bottle. I'll leave first. You can go to sleep."

Chang Yuqiao watched him leave with a smile. Not only facial oil, but also bottles and jars of other skin care products were given to him, and they were all gathering dust without even realizing it.

At the same time, candles were still lit in Song Changyue's room on the third floor, and Song Lingjia was already in front of her guzheng, holding her breath and concentrating.

"Sister Yueyue, can you play a piece for me to listen to?"

Song Changyue was a little embarrassed, because during this period, Master Zhu did not let her touch the guzheng, but asked her to sit quietly in the private room, listen to the sounds in the teahouse, and the sounds on the street outside. One discernment.

The foundation of learning guzheng is to cultivate one's sentiments, to have a pair of ears that can discover beauty, and to be patient.

So, she really doesn't know how yet.

"Jiajia, I haven't learned it yet, maybe it will take some time."

"Is the guzheng so difficult? It seems that I made the right choice by not choosing it. Fortunately, I chose the suona."

Song Lingjia said calmly, but this made Song Changyue stunned, "What? You want to learn suona?"

"Yes, this way you can go to the school one day and learn your skills the other day without missing a beat, just like you."

"Then after you learn how to do it, are you going to welcome the bride or hold a funeral? Can my mother agree to this?"

Song Lingjia pouted and smiled awkwardly. She really didn't know what she wanted to study. She just didn't want to go to the school. She even thought about not going to the school tomorrow, so she laughed out loud.

"Forget it for now, sister Yueyue, can I have a try with your guzheng? Let's see if I have any talent. Maybe I am a rare genius."

"Okay, then you give it a try. If you really like it, go to class with me. I happen to have a companion."

Song Lingjia did not play directly, but stood up and did a set of warm-up exercises for morning exercises, and then sat down quietly.

At this moment, Song Changyue felt that Song Lingjia was okay. He had a good temperament and had that feeling.

The next second, she withdrew her previous thoughts very cleanly.

Song Lingjia was completely free to play, and every syllable that popped up was unexpected. It could be said to be noise, which was extremely unpleasant to hear.

But she thought it was fun and played with great enthusiasm. Song Changyue wanted to stop her, but seeing her so happy, she covered her ears and frowned in the room, looking weak and pitiful.

It was originally quiet at night, but this noise seemed louder. Song Tingran was in Sang Cheng's room and was about to go to bed when he heard the sound.