Open life and be forced to become a good person

Chapter 49
When she left Aunt Song's shop, Aunt Song filled her with red eyes and stuffed her with some snacks.

"You take these and eat them on the road."

"No, little aunt, you're welcome, I'm only here because of Xiaobao." Song Yuan sighed and patted Aunt Song on the shoulder. "Little Treasure, she is a very cute child. She will definitely be reborn in a better family in her next life."

"I hope so. As long as she is good, I, as a mother, will be content!" While speaking, two lines of tears rolled down Aunt Song's face.

"Really, I haven't cried so badly for a long time, I'm showing you a joke." She quickly reached out to wipe it off.

"It's normal. Crying is a kind of venting of human emotions. Many times, I feel uncomfortable, but it's much better to cry." Song Yuan's voice was also a little bit lost.

She had been with Song Bao for so many days, and suddenly disappeared, and her heart was empty, as if something was missing.

Very distressing.

But she didn't dare to cry in front of Aunt Song, she was already suffering enough, if she still cried in front of her, wouldn't it make her feel even worse.

Yuying is rubbing her handkerchief.

The veil was soaked, it was all from her tears.

When Song Bao disappeared just now, she also cried miserably.

"Although we have only known each other for a few days, I already regard her as my own daughter."

Thinking of her own son again made her even more sad.

Yuying picked up her handkerchief again.

The water from the veil was rushing down.

Song Yuan: "..."

I always feel that as long as she changes into a costume, she can start singing directly.

And these tears are really enough, they can water the flowers, but the yin energy is too heavy, the flowers and plants that are drenched by the tears are directly stunned, and it is estimated that they will have to be exposed to the sun for several days before they can recover their yang energy.

Song Yuan inexplicably sympathized with these dispirited flowers and plants——

"I can help you find your son tomorrow. Save yourself some tears. Don't cry when you see your own son."

"If my son is still alive, it will be more than a hundred." Yuying wiped her eyes again.

"That's a gray-haired old man."

"Maybe he is a handsome and handsome old man." Yuying retorted, "You have never seen Jia Yunxuan, you don't know how good-looking he is. If my son inherits my beauty and Jia Yunxuan's handsomeness, he must be very good-looking Yeah, better looking than a movie star."

Yuying pointed to the huge poster in the opposite building.

"It must be better looking than him."

"He's not good-looking either, he's very ordinary."

Song Yuan looked up and down, and didn't think that the male star opposite was very good-looking, but he could dress up a bit. To be honest, he was not as good-looking as the weird Tang Song that day.

"It's already very handsome, and it's more than mine. It's a pity, it's just a little bit worse than Jia Yunxuan."

However, it seems that there is such a similar feeling in——

"Will it? I think it looks very ordinary."

Song Yuan looked at it again, and still insisted on his own ideas. This person is indeed very ordinary——

"Meow--"

Tang Song poked his head out of her backpack.

God, it's almost suffocating him, he's working so hard.

Just because he looks like a cat now, he has to hide in his backpack even when he goes out.

Moreover, he was sure that Song Yuan must have forgotten him.

"Ouch, rice, I almost forgot about you."

See, as expected, she really forgot about him.

"Meow--"

(I'm starving, I'm still thirsty.)
"Why didn't you come out just now?"

Song Yuan rubbed his head in confusion, "Just now in Aunt Song's shop, if you come out, I can open a canned cat food for you. Now—do you eat mung bean cake?"

Aunt Song just gave her two boxes of mung bean cakes, one box of snow cakes, and two boxes of milk.

"Meow?" (Are you stupid, have you ever seen a cat eating mung bean cake?)

"I don't have a cat that's as difficult to serve as you." It's just that the small fish have to be fried before they like to eat.

"Humph."

"Then do you eat?"

"Meow!" (Eat.)
Song Yuan carried Tang Song out of the backpack, let him sit on her lap, and handed him a piece of mung bean cake.

Also opened a carton of milk for him.

"Meow——" (Poor quality milk.)
It was completely different from what he usually drank.

"Rice, my family is at this level. If you don't eat this or that, you will starve to death sooner or later."

Song Yuan said with some distress.

"Or do you prefer your old master?"

To be able to raise rice so delicately, one must be rich.

From frugality to extravagance is easy, from extravagance to frugality is difficult——

"Otherwise, I'll help you find your original owner?"

"Meow meow——" Hearing Song Yuan's words, Tang Song was a little blown up. He had already wronged himself so much, and she actually asked him to find someone else? (I chased after you so hard because of you, I'm just a little picky eater, and you actually want me?)

"It's not that I don't want you, it's just that I don't have that much money to buy high-end food for you. You know, people like me basically don't have much demand for food, and mainly focus on cheap and affordable food."

Tang Song: "..."

Well, of course he knew.

Tang Song stretched out the cat's paw and pinched the box of milk that Song Yuan gave him.

Although he didn't say a word, it was amazing that Song Yuan saw the look of grievance on that cat's face, and felt a little distressed for no reason.

"Don't you like apples? When I plant an apple, I'll give you a whole one, okay?"

"Meow?"

(The virtuous apple that day?)
"Yup--"

That apple, can it really be planted?
Thinking of the taste of that apple, Tang Song's cat eyes narrowed.

"Meow--"

"Hey, just knew you liked that apple—"

One person and one cat were chatting high, and Song Yuan glanced away from the corner of his eye, and saw the two girls next door staring at her angrily.

Song Yuan: "?"

She looked puzzled, she didn't seem to provoke them, could it be because she secretly carried the cat?
"Could it be that our family Ji Sheng is not good-looking, so he is a crazy woman—"

Song Yuan: "?"

Is this scolding her?
but?Why?

She doesn't seem to be doing anything...

"I don't look very good either? Why do you have the nerve to say that others look average?"

"That's to say, I thought that some kind of person would have the confidence to say that our Ji Sheng looks very ordinary, but he turned out to be a mentally ill person."

Song Yuan glanced at them, then turned his gaze back.

"What about you? Why didn't you respond at all?"

"Are you two talking about me?" Song Yuan pointed at himself in astonishment, "Why are you talking about me? I don't seem to have offended you?"

(End of this chapter)