The car went all the way south, Xi Lie prepared enough villain books and put them in the car, Leng Xiangdong sat in the back seat and watched fascinated, and he didn't even have time to eat the snacks he prepared.

In another car, Leng Qingzhu memorized 30 English words a day according to the designated study plan, ate duck wishbones by himself, and did not forget to feed the drivers around him.

Of course, I haven't forgotten the one in the space, her hands have been moving faster and faster these days, as if she has been professionally trained, and she throws things into it without realizing it.

On the train, Mrs. Leng knocked on her legs and hummed the two-person turn hat "Embroidered Lantern", and Mrs. Fu listened to the freshness and hummed together.

The old shepherd was lying on the top bunk with Erlang's legs crossed, drowsy, and muttered: "When I was a child, lying in a car was like this, right?" ”

Hearing this, Mrs. Leng raised her head and looked at him: "Who knows, you remember well, you remember everything when you were one or two years old?" ”

"It's not as good as you, I grew up from eating ginseng, and I remember everything in my previous life!" In a verbal battle, the old shepherd is not afraid of the enemy.

"It's better than when you grew up drinking muddy porridge, and God bless you if you don't become old and confused." Mrs. Leng retorted unceremoniously.

"What is a car?" Old Mrs. Fu interrupted curiously.

Mrs. Leng had a completely different attitude towards the newly baked grandmother, and told her about the eight monsters in the Northeast.

"Eight monsters? The word is fresh, come, old girl, talk about it. ”

Mrs. Leng sat down and took off her small cotton shoes, sat down on the bunk with a plate of retreat, and put on a posture: "Okay, then I'll tell you about the eight monsters." One is strange: the window paper is pasted outside, and the second is strange: the big girl is holding a big cigarette pouch. Three Monsters: Outline small jar pickled cabbage. Four monsters, feeding children to hang up, five monsters: auspicious and festive sticky bean bags, six monsters: reverse wearing leather jacket hair outward. Seven Monsters: Turf House Fence Village, Eight Monsters: Dogskin Hat Wearing ......"

Yuan Yashi and Chen Baishuang leaned against the window, and the eight monsters listened with relish.

Leng Hongyi came out to go to the toilet, didn't go back after washing his hands, stood at the joint of the carriage and looked at the rapidly retreating scenery outside the window, pondering the things his daughter said, and couldn't help but upturn the corners of his mouth.

"What are you laughing at there?"

Chen Baishuang, who came out to fetch water, asked curiously.

"Laugh at your daughter, I haven't done anything yet, this idea comes out one after another, and I don't know what is in that little brain."

"What you pretend, what you pretend to be are ideas, and what you think about is all tossing." Chen Baishuang snorted lightly.

She was a little worried, her daughter was all reliable in what she said, and she was all flamboyant in doing things, and her steps were too big, for fear that she would fall on her heels.

Fu Yingshao said that he was responsible for something, but if something really happened, how could other children really bear it.

It's true that people like her daughter, but they don't owe them.

"It's a bad thing if you don't see it, I'll go and talk to the mayor briefly to see what the mayor's opinion is."

Chen Baishuang nodded: "This is okay, and it is also by the way to probe the tone above." ”

Leng Hongyi played exactly this idea.

Compared with this matter, another thing is really pressing on Chen Baishuang's heart.

Seeing that there was no one around, Chen Baishuang lowered his voice and asked, "What do you think?" ”

"What do you think?" Leng Hongyi was stunned by her question.

"What else could it be, Qingzhu's schooling."

Leng Hongyi was about to speak, but he looked at his wife and asked rhetorically, "What about you?" What do you think? ”

Chen Baishuang was about to speak, but he heard footsteps, Chen Baishuang craned his neck and looked inside the carriage, it was his mother-in-law coming.

I couldn't help sighing: "It doesn't matter what we think, what matters is what this old lady thinks." ”