Jiayu

"Sun Qingyu, Miscellaneous Notes of Strange News?"

"This is a book written by Mr. Like you, Mr. is interested in these supernatural things. He traveled all over the world when he was young. This book records the legends he heard from all over the world."

"Why isn't the surname Pu..." Shen Yan complained in a low voice

"what?"

"It's nothing, then why did Mr. Sun come to Songjia Village to teach?"

"Mr. said there was what he was looking for, so he stayed."

"What are you looking for? It can't be a monster or something, right?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's written in Mr.'s book? You should read it carefully!"

Song Jin turned around and entered the room, Shen Yan put down the book and followed.Passing through the main hall, there is a small living room at the back. It looks dilapidated on the outside, but it is clean on the inside. The supplies are also complete, and there are folded quilts on the bed.

"Why is it as if there are still people living there?"

"After Mr. passed away, people in the village did not touch this bedroom to show their respect. I will come and clean it when I have nothing to do." Song Jin explained while pulling out a wooden box from the corner.

"Are these all Mr.'s paintings? Do you want to take them out to remove moisture?" Shen Yan looked over curiously, and there were long cloth bags in the box.

"Yes, the weather is fine today, hang out to go to the tide."

The two took the paintings out of the cloth bag and hung them on the wall one by one.

"Eh? Song Jin, is this a private school for painting?" Shen Yan showed Song Jin the painting unfolded in his hand.

"Yes, during the break that day, my husband suddenly became interested." Song Jin took the painting and looked at it carefully, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, showing a little nostalgic look. "Here, is there me on here? See if you can find it out?"

"You? When you were a child?" The painting showed a group of little bean dings playing games in the yard.Shen Yan didn't hang the paintings anymore, and looked carefully at Song Jin when she was a child!I really want to see it!

Song Jin continued to hang up the paintings one by one carefully, occasionally raising her head to look at Shen Yan beside her with a serious face, narrowing her eyes and showing a sly smile.

"Have you found it?" After hanging up a dozen paintings one by one, Song Jin walked to Shen Yan with her hands behind her back.

"Song Xiaojin, I think you're lying to me!" Shen Yan stared at the group of little beans on the painting and looked back and forth several times, but he didn't find any that resembled Song Jin.

"No, it's because you didn't see it, I'll show you." Song Jin pointed to a flower bush in the corner of the yard, where a corner of her clothes was exposed.

Shen Yan stared at the corner of the clothes for a while, then suddenly turned her head, pinched the soft flesh on Song Jin's cheeks and pulled them to both sides. "Are you telling me that you were just a piece of clothing when you were a child? Huh?"

Song Jin was pulled into a big pie face by him and was still smiling, her peachy eyes almost disappeared from the smile, "Who told you to be clumsy, it's not helping you at all."

"You still dare to despise me, it seems that it's time to teach you a lesson." Shen Yan let go of his hand, then cupped his face and rubbed it.

After being grabbed by Shen Yan and rubbing her face for a while, Song Jin managed to break free, her cheeks were flushed from the rubbing, her eyes were watery from embarrassment, and her hair was a little disheveled. look.

"Don't, stop making trouble." Seeing Shen Yan showing a malicious smile and stretching out his hand, Song Jin grabbed a painting that he had just brought and handed it over.

"What is this?" Shen Yan took it and asked casually while opening it.

"Isn't there me in that painting? Mr. drew another one for...to coax me." Song Jin said in a low voice, a little embarrassed.

"Coax you? Are you crying?" Shen Yan has already started painting, it is still in the corner of the courtyard, the cyan wall is slightly mottled, in front of it is a large clump of peonies in full bloom, and a child carved in pink and jade is standing in front of the flowers , with two little paws tightly held together in front of him, a white and tender face with some baby fat, a pair of big peach blossom eyes, the corners of which are still a little red, he looks like he just cried, but now he is pursing his mouth He showed a small smile that was both embarrassed and happy.

'It's so cute!I really want to pinch it! 'Shen Yan's face was bloodied by the cuteness.

"Song Jin, you were a crying little girl when you were young!" Shen Yan turned to look at the big Song Jin beside him, couldn't hold it back, and squeezed Song Jin's still flushed face again.

"Don't go too far, Shen Yan, I'll show you everything, don't pinch my face!" Song Jin patted Shen Yan's hand away, and said angrily, intentionally or unintentionally ignoring Shen Yan's saying that he was a little crying bag, after all, when he was a child He does love to cry, but only in front of his close elders.

Shen Yan and Song Jin spent the whole afternoon here, cleaning the bedroom inside and out. It wasn't until 4 o'clock that they put away the books hanging outside and the hanging paintings, and then they closed the temple door and went to the temple. go home.

Shen Yan took that "Miscellaneous Notes of Strange News" back, and he could flip through it when he was free.

When Song Jin went back, the Song family was cooking dinner. Every time Song Yaozu came back, Grandma Song would start making dinner from noon, and she would bring out the things that she was usually reluctant to part with.

"I'm back." Lin Ming was coming out of the kitchen, and greeted Song Jin when he saw Song Jin.Boss Song and Sanniang Song who were in the yard didn't seem to see him.

"Well, I'm going back to the room." Song Jin returned to the West Room, where Shen Yanlan was sitting on the head of the bed, carefully embroidering the handkerchief in her hand.

Shen Yanlan is Song's mother. Although she has such a heroic name, her temper is quite soft and her health is not good. Ever since Song Jin was born prematurely, she has been bedridden from time to time and has been unable to stop her medicine all year round.

The sun was already in the west, and the room was a little dark. As soon as Song Jin came in and saw A Niang who was embroidering with her head bowed, she frowned, and walked quickly to light the oil lamp beside the bed.

"Aniang, you forgot to turn on the lamp again, and I told you not to embroider in the dark, it will hurt your eyes, and it's not short of a few dollars..." Song Jin scolded one after another.

"Okay, okay, Mommy, remember, Jin'er will stop nagging."

Mother Song and Song Jin look very similar, but compared to Song Jin's heroic delicacy and beauty, her facial features are softer, different from Song Jin's gentle and polite detachment, and her demeanor is also soft.

At this time, he showed a gentle and begging smile, and stretched out his hand to pull Song Jin to sit beside the bed.

Song Jin lost her temper by her laughter, and sat down with strength.

"Did you go to private school today? I haven't seen you all afternoon." Mother Song rubbed Song Jin's hand and chatted casually.

"Yes, take out my husband's painting to get rid of the tide. How is Auntie feeling today? This time I changed the prescription."

"Let me just say, I feel much lighter these days." Mother Song said with a smile.

"That's good. In previous years, it was hard to get hot in summer. Maybe it will be better if you change the prescription this year." Song Jin relaxed her expression.

"Jin'er, mother's illness is not serious, don't be so nervous, don't tire yourself out." Song's mother quietly blushed, she was the one who dragged Jin'er down all these years.

"I'm in good health! Besides, I haven't done any heavy work, so don't worry about me. If you are in good health, I will be fine too." Song Jin retorted nonchalantly, because he was born prematurely and has been weak since he was a child. , but for so many years there is nothing wrong with him other than not being able to do heavy work, but A Niang is always worried about him.

After a while, the Song family prepared the meal. It was hot, so they moved the table to the yard. When Song Jin went, Song Yaozu was sitting at the table. When he saw Song Jin, he just rolled his eyelids and didn't say hello. One sound.

Song Jin got used to it a long time ago, and didn't care. She picked out a few dishes that were not too meaty, and ordered them all. Then she went to the kitchen to bring out a steamed bun, and sent it to Song Jin's mother in the west room.

"Okay, Jin'er, let's go eat!" Mother Song urged after taking the food.

Song Jin was returning to the yard, and the Song family had already sat down, talking and laughing, and Song Jin didn't care and walked over to sit down.

The cheerful atmosphere just stagnated for a moment, and then immediately returned to normal. Everyone was used to eating each other disgustingly like this, except Song Yaozu who didn't come back often.

Seeing Song Jin's demeanor, Song Yaozu's eyes flashed disgust, and he ate with his head down and frowning.

Song Jin completely ignored the surrounding atmosphere, had a quick meal and went back to the house.

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Thank you for the peach mine that loves watermelon, and thank you for the nutrient solution of Wudi, okay~