Song Tan Jishi

  As soon as the morale slackened, everyone felt unmotivated.

  Song Tan thought to himself: It can be seen what kind of waste your physique has become? Fortunately, I came to her house, and I can make up for it later.

  Squad leader only felt a chill in his heart, thinking it was a misconception of heat, and then heaved a sigh of relief, and asked Song Tan: "What about the rice in this field?"

  Looking at the rice they harvested and throwing it in the field, it was a mess in all directions, it was a mess, and it made me blush when I saw it.

  But... Hehe... Cut the rice by hand... Oh, what a man I am! Let’s find an angle to take a selfie—the right and the right! More rice and more sweat!

  【click】

  The squad leader took back the mobile phone contentedly.

  Song Tan: …

   "It's okay," she said very freely: "Let's put it here to dry first, and we'll be threshing here in the afternoon."

   Wait patiently for everyone to take videos and photos, and then say hello: "Come on, everyone is tired, hurry back and rest with me!"

   "Qianqian, when I get home and rest, I'll send you the video." Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll have to run now—everyone is here, so what a waste?

  Wu Qianqian hummed.

  Although she still looked shameless at Song Tan, she had already forgotten about her ex-boyfriend at this moment, and she just couldn't help but follow the crowd back.

   Halfway through, there was a cool breeze, and my restless heart calmed down somewhat. Wu Qianqian was alone at the back of the line, and now she took out her mobile phone to look at her image—

  It is best to be embarrassed with a trace of haggardness, haggard with a trace of exhaustion, and to be pitiful in the exhaustion...

   She holds up the mirror.

  ? ...! !

   "Song—Tan—!!"

   she cried.

  …

  —Two of the freshly made eyelashes fell off and stuck to the cheeks, and the powder spots on the face floated out mottled, yellow and white by myself.

  I still have my own lipstick, I reapplied it after breakfast, why is it all rubbed to the corner of my mouth now?

   What kind of devil image is this! !

   "Song Tan!!"

  She stared at Song Tan viciously—why take a beautiful video and pick a filter?

  With this face, what filter can make her look beautiful?

   So angry! !

  Song Tan didn't change his expression: "Qianqian, I think you have a wild beauty in the camera. You don't need to modify it, and your eyes are particularly shocking!"

  Wu Qianqian was trembling with anger: "I will never trust you again! Did you deliberately make me look ugly? Let me tell you—"

   "Oh!" Song Tan suddenly yelled to interrupt her:

   "My family made a lot of delicious food at noon, everyone can't eat too much, or I will lose a lot!"

  Everyone was listening to the excitement with their ears pricked up, and the topic suddenly turned to lunch... But, thinking of the taste of breakfast, everyone couldn't help swallowing, and then laughed too:

   "That can't be done! I've already cut the rice for you, why don't you have enough money!"

  Wu Qianqian opened her mouth: "I—"

   "We're still old classmates, you guys want to bankrupt me—" Song Tan interrupted quickly.

  Students, who can't hear it?

  Looking at Wu Qianqian's puffer face, she was about to burst into laughter, so she hurriedly pushed her, trotting in twos and threes, without giving Wu Qianqian a chance to speak.

  Wu Qianqian: ...The whole world is against me! cry! !

  A large group of people came back to the yard, and the two family members who were weak and responsible for bringing the children were holding bowls happily.

  Look at a few more children, okay, I can’t eat anything else, they are eating the soup of white fungus soup in small sips. The youngest one is in the stroller, licking it with an empty spoon, what a beautiful little expression!

  Here, Ulan greeted everyone: "Come, come, the iced white fungus soup is ready for you in the living room! Everyone, wash your hands and drink!"

  Song Tan also worried all morning, and was stopped by Ulan just as he went up the steps: "Where's Wu Lei?"

   "Oh," Song Tan understated: "Isn't he here to work, of course he has to be with the workers."

  Actually, it was only half an hour late because it was too hot. but...

  Brother Wu Lei, the difference in labor reform lies in the details!

  Wu Lan heard Song Sancheng say that Wu Lei was unreliable in the morning, and now she also nodded: "Yes! Give him practice, you can't be so used to it."

   While talking, he walked into the living room.

  As soon as he entered, Song Tan was immediately surprised by the sets of sofas with colorful vertical stripes in the living room!

what happened?

  The sofa is obviously a combination of several sets of plain colors! Her mother clearly promised not to make sofa covers!

   "Mom, what happened to the sofa towel?"

   "You child!" Ulan shot her a look: "Will you live?"

   Pointing again at the students who were taking off their dirty sunscreen clothes, and wiped their hands, faces, and arms and legs by the way—

   "Your classmates are all in the rice fields, and they are sweaty and dusty. You still ask them to sit in the living room. You don't need to wash the white sofa, do you?"

   "No, your grandma gave me several old coarse sheets, which are thick and strong, and the colors are beautiful. No, it looks so good on the sofa!"

  Song Tan: …

   To my surprise, it turned out to be bed sheets.

  She took a look, don't say, I don't know when this old coarse cloth sheet was made. Although it has colorful stripes, the color matching is very interesting. It is a bit fancy to spread on the sofa, but it is not obtrusive.

  She couldn't help giving her own mother a compliment: "Mom, you are still thoughtful."

  That's not it! Ulan thought to herself that you were still in the cradle when I stepped on the sewing machine!

   Then he pointed at the girl who was throwing the tissue very hard: "Who is that? Why doesn't he look happy?"

  Song Tan smiled: "It's just a rich Qianqian—it's Teacher Xin's ex-girlfriend."

   "Oh oh oh!" Ulan instantly understood: "He is here to save Xin Jun, right? Oh, let me just say, such a good boy, this girl will definitely regret it later—"

"no no."

  Song Tan hurriedly grabbed the enthusiastic Ulan: "Mr. Xin doesn't want to! Mom, don't mess with the mandarin ducks, Xin Jun asked Qiao Qiao to bring him upstairs for lunch."

ah?

   Didn’t you see each other after such a firm breakup?

   Wu Lan took a closer look at Wu Qianqian, and then made a partial conclusion: "This girl has a bitter face when she pulls her face. She really isn't good enough for Mr. Xin. If you are a good horse, you don't want to turn around, so that's what you have to do!"

   How well Xin Jun taught Qiao Qiao! Ulan can't wait for this tutor to be a teacher for ten or eight years!

  Then ran to the kitchen again: "But Xin Jun has been wronged, I will serve him some good food in the kitchen at noon!"

  Song Tan didn't stop him, but just looked at the tea cups neatly placed on the big tea table in the living room, and a few big thermos bottles...

   Well, the tea leaves are in no hurry.

  Looking at the neat wood pulp paper bowl on the other side, I am basically satisfied with the crystal clear and thick white fungus soup with few white fungus.

   It's less than eleven o'clock now, and there is still a while before dinner at twelve o'clock.

  Then... everyone will sponsor a wave of tremella fees before lunch, isn't it too much?

  I went back to my hometown, the conditions are limited, the update will be late and a bit slow, don't worry, I'm writing.