I smashed the CP of me and the villain school grass

Because Jiang also had pain in his hands, he played the role of a sick father recuperating at home.

Song Zu'an plays the gentle and virtuous mother.

Song Wennuan plays the little match seller who works hard to support the idiot parents!

"It's all matches, is it still a princess?"

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, every girl is a little princess in the eyes of her parents."

Song Wennuan set up the playing field in his bedroom.

She turned into a young director, and her two brothers were clearly arranged by her.

"Brother Jiang Ye can just lie down."

"As a virtuous mother, brother must take good care of the whole family."

"Well, this is the script."

She handed over a primary school Chinese textbook.

The lesson "The Poor" was opened inside.

The protagonist in the article has been modified and replaced by Song Nuannuan with crooked Chinese pinyin.

The two elder brothers browsed through it cooperatively.

Song Zuan read it first.

He felt that the arrangement of his sister's script was somewhat ruinous.

But dare not say anything.

What could he do?My own sister pets herself...

Song Zuan ignored the three views of the script, and raised a harmless question: "There are more than three characters in this script, we are not enough."

Song Wennuan glanced at his brother lightly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he was confident.

"Don't worry, mom, the other two characters will be replaced by dolls, and I've already arranged them in your room."

Yoho, this kid got into the role quite quickly.

Even called "Mom".

Such a clever child must be very suitable for a beating.

"Then let's get started!" Song Wenwen ran out after finishing speaking, leaving the room to "Mom and Dad".

Instead of locking "Mom and Dad" in the room this time, she went out to prepare her appearance.

The two big brothers strictly followed the script and accompanied her to play this extremely childish game.

It's definitely not because the two brothers want to play!

The script of this play is as follows:

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Jiang Ye's wife, Song Zu'an, was sitting by the bed mending a pair of torn socks.

It was icy and snowy outside, and the wind was biting.

It was dark and cold outside, but inside the cabin was warm and cozy.

Jiang, who was sick, was also sleeping peacefully amidst the howling wind.

The little princess Song Wenwen, who worked hard to support her family, went out early in the morning to sell matches with a small bamboo basket.

At this time has not come back.

Listening to the howling of the strong wind, Song Zu'an felt terrified.

The broken alarm clock picked up from the waste station by the bed turned 10 o'clock and 11 o'clock with difficulty...

Song Nuan never came back.

Song Zu'an pondered, "My daughter didn't care about her health, she went out to sell matches in the cold, but she could barely fill her stomach."

Jiang didn't take any medicine, so he lay in bed no matter morning or night.

The whole family ate cold steamed buns, and the only food they had was bran swallowed vegetables.

But thank God, Jiang did not die of illness.

Nothing to complain about.

Song Zu'an listened to the sound of the wind, "Where is Nuannuan now? God, bless her, save her, please be merciful..."

It was still early to go to bed, Song Zuan stood up and put the black and white maid headband on his head.

Turn on the flashlight and go out the door.

She wanted to see if the street lights outside were on, and whether Nuan Nuan could see the way home clearly.

But it was dark outside and I couldn't see anything.

The wind blew away his maid's headband, and knocked on the door of the neighbor's cottage with something that was blown off.

Song Zu'an thought of the sick female neighbor he wanted to visit in the evening.

She was sick and unable to take care of her husbands.

Song Zuan was thinking while knocking on the door.

He listened sideways, but no one answered.

"The patient's life is really difficult..." Song Zu'an stood at the door and thought.

"Hello!" Song Zu'an called out, but still no one answered.

He thought to himself: Could something have happened?

He slammed the door open. There was no stove in the room, and it was damp and cold.

Lying on his back on the bed was his female neighbor, motionless, as only dead people can be.

Song Zuan held the flashlight closer.

That's right, it's the female neighbor.

Her head was thrown back, and the calmness of death appeared on her cold, blue face.

Next to the dead female neighbor, two unusually handsome men fell asleep.

One with a white haircut, wearing a black mask, and covering one of his eyes with a black cloth.

"Oh my God, it's Hatake Kakashi!"

The other has long straight black hair, is wearing a red cloud robe with a black background, and has extremely eye-catching nasolabial law lines that cannot hide his handsomeness.

"(?_?) Is this Uchiha Itachi?"

These two body-length pillows... Ah bah, these two handsome guys slept as peacefully as Jiang Ye.

Apparently, the female neighbor covered them with her clothes before she died.

"This is love!"

After Song Zu'an pondered for a moment, he hugged a handsome guy with one arm and carried them home.

His heart was beating hard.

He himself didn't know why he did it, but the script made him do it.

When he got home, he put the two handsome men on the bed and let them sleep with his husband Jiang Ye.

He quickly pulled up the tent again.

He was pale and agitated.

He thought anxiously:

What would warmth say?

Is this a joke?

Having to support her stupid parents is enough for her.

Now there are two more handsome guys...

Is the warmth back?no, not yet...

Why move them here?

Warmth will beat me up.

That's what I deserved, I brought it on myself.

Well, it's okay to beat me up...