Song Tingfan's face was flushed, his eyes drifted around, and he didn't know where to look.

Lin Qiao thought of something, "Uncle, I'll squeeze in with you for one night later, and I'll tidy up another room when I'm free tomorrow." ”

Hearing this, Song Tingfan's hand pulling at his clothes became tighter, and his sister-in-law wanted to sleep with him......

"Okay."

Widow Song subconsciously ignored the young man's thoughts, and she took her clothes and went into the thatched house to take a bath.

She hadn't washed her hair for several days, and she washed her head too, and when she came out, the villain sat quietly in the yard and wrote on the ground with a branch.

It's crooked, it's really not good-looking.

Forest.

Lin Qiao himself is a calligraphy lover, although he is not proficient, but he can also do it.

Her eyebrows twitched, holding back her intent to correct him.

How can the original body write, and he can't read a single big character.

She pretended to be curious, satisfying the psychology of the villain who had just written, "Uncle, what you wrote, it's really good." ”

"Really?" Song Ting Fantian looked at her happily.

The master said that he had just learned very well.

Lin Qiao: "......"

She nodded earnestly, "Really." ”

The young man's face was almost behind his ears, he glanced at her, with a little caution in his joy, "Sister-in-law, I wrote your name." ”

"The master taught us to write names, so I asked the master and sister-in-law how to write the name, and the master said that one horizontal and one vertical one was a little bit, and then repeated one next to it." He scratched his head embarrassedly.

Lin Qiao suddenly remembered that when he was reading, a piece of paper was full of the name of his crush, but he simply thought of it and quickly left it behind.

"Uncle is so powerful, he can even write his sister-in-law's name."

"It's not good, the master can write a lot of words." Song Tingfan was probably praised and "showed off" to his sister-in-law like a child.

Lin Qiao maintained a "awesome" look of relief.

One person is sincere, and one person works hard to perform "sincerity", and it is not until night falls that the curtain is pulled.

Afraid of being thirsty at night, Lin Qiao went to the kitchen to bring water, and Song Tingfan went into the house first, used his clothes as bed sheets, and spread half of them.

He has rough skin and thick flesh, and it's okay to sleep on a withered grass mat, but his sister-in-law can't.

Suddenly remembered something, bent down and sniffed, there was a faint smell of dead grass, I had slept for too long, and there was some old smell.

He stretched out his hand and patted it, blew it again, and only then did he get up and stand in a hurry when he heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

Lin Qiao held the water, symbolically knocked on the door and said softly: "Uncle, I'm in." ”

The house responded, and she walked in, and the young man was standing in the room by the moonlight.

She casually admonished: "Uncle, go to sleep quickly, and study tomorrow." ”

Song Tingfan nodded stiffly, the night was too dark to be seen, "Sister-in-law, you ...... You sleep this way. ”

Lin Qiao didn't think much about it, and when she sat down, she found that there was something to cushion, she touched it, "Uncle, did you give me the clothes?" ”

Warm-hearted good "son".

"Hmm." Song Tingfan lay stiffly on the very edge, and the withered grass mat sank for a while, making a thin sound.

Lin Qiao glanced at it after lying down, and teased softly: "What is the uncle doing so far away from me, afraid that I will eat you?" My sister-in-law is not a monster. ”

"Come here, the quilt is on your stomach, don't catch a cold."

Seeing that he didn't move, she moved a little and reached out to put the quilt over his stomach.

I don't know where the twelve-year-old kid has so much separation between men and women.

Feeling the fingers that had unintentionally rubbed his abdomen, Song Tingfan's body instantly stiffened, and he didn't dare to gasp.

After a while, the sound of the woman's even breathing gradually came from beside her.

Lin Qiao was really asleep.

Although I took a donkey cart to the town this time, I was a little unbearable after swaying all the way.

Song Tingfan's body gradually loosened a little, and Yu Guang glanced cautiously to the side, and the hazy half of the woman's face could be vaguely seen.

He raised his lips in satisfaction.

Sister-in-law.

It didn't take long for him to fall asleep too.

……

Next

When Lin Qiao got up, Song Tingfan had already picked up the water, watered the vegetable patch, and breakfast was hot in the pot.

Song Qin's family had already finished sweeping the yard, and Song Rong didn't cough much after drinking the medicine once, he stood at the door with a wooden stick and looked outside, his mental strength was much better than yesterday.

The three of them heard the movement of opening the door, and they all looked over, Lin Qiao was a little weak-hearted, obviously she should earn performance, and now everything is done.

Fortunately, there is no pay, otherwise the money will have to be deducted.

Song Tingfan was making the green onion seedlings in the corner of the wall, and said happily: "Sister-in-law." ”

Lin Qiao nodded, her tone soft, "Why didn't Uncle call me?" I've overslept. ”

"Sister-in-law, it's still early."

Song Tingfan turned around and went into the kitchen, quickly brought the washing water to Lin Qiao, and said honestly: "Sister-in-law, give it." ”

Lin Qiao hurriedly stretched out his hand to take it, and then looked at Song Qin and Song Rong, "Thank you, uncle, have you washed grandpa and grandma?" ”

Seeing that she wiped her face carefully, and after wiping it, she habitually wiped her neck and touched her bare skin, Song Tingfan hurriedly lowered her head, "Wash." ”

"I'll serve the food."

Lin Qiao said "um", bent down to wash the cloth, put it on the rope in the yard, and habitually glanced outside.

The sunrise climbed the hill and reflected half of the sky.

She saw Song Rong wanting to go to the house, so she hurriedly went over to help him, "Grandpa, are you better today?" ”

Song Rong nodded kindly, "It's better, did the cough make you noisy?" "Speaking of the back, there is a bit of caution and apology.

"No, Grandpa don't be restrained at home, just tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

Lin Qiao helped him into the hall and sat down, and when he took the wooden stick, he found that it was uneven and a little prickly.

Song Rong estimated that it would take some time to recover, and he was afraid that he would have to get a crutch.

She didn't say anything, though.

Song Rong propped his hands on the table, trembling slightly, and said hoarsely: "Qiao'er, you can sit too." ”

Neither he nor Song Qin called her Tingyi's daughter-in-law, after all, Tingyi had passed away, and shouting would only increase her sadness.

"Okay." Lin Qiao nodded with a smile.

There was less rabbit meat left yesterday, and after eating for a while, Lin Qiao caught a glimpse of Song Tingfan and none of them were clamped, she sighed in her heart, reached out and clamped a piece for each of them, and finally clamped a piece for herself, "Wash the dishes after eating." ”

Afraid that Song Qin and Song Rong would be uncomfortable if they talked too much, she lowered her head and continued to eat.

Song Tingfan next to him glanced at her, then looked at the rabbit meat in the bowl, picked it up and put it in her bowl, "Sister-in-law, I don't want to eat it." ”

How could Lin Qiao not know his thoughts, raised his hand and knocked on his forehead, posing as a sister-in-law, "Uncle, don't be picky eaters, you see grandpa and grandma are all eating." As he spoke, he put the meat in his bowl.

Originally, the two old men who also wanted to clip the meat like Song Tingfan paused, but they didn't clip it.

They can't let cows learn to be picky eaters.

Lin Qiao secretly raised her eyebrows, and all the words were solved.

"Sister-in-law, I'm not a picky eater." Song Tingfan didn't want his sister-in-law to be angry, he wasn't a picky eater, he ate everything.

Thinking of this, he said again: "Sister-in-law, I ......"

"Good, eat quickly."

As soon as Lin Qiao's words came out, Song Tingfan obediently shaved rice.

Dividing line ——————

Uncle: It's changed early today, and it's pk tomorrow afternoon, everyone must rush to rush, chase it, and vote for recommendations, until Tuesday next week, don't save the manuscript.

Quietly Mimi said: 8,000 words a day.

This time the PK has passed, and there will be the next addition.

If you want to add more cuties, you must rush to rush.

Uncle's mother: I'm lazy, and I generally don't add more, unless the recommended position asks for more.

So you must cherish the opportunity not to let me have a "good year", hahahaha.

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