Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 141 Only Singing For You Alone

"Uncle, it's your turn!" Song Erdou shook the wooden box a few times and held it in front of Song Yi, "Your own first!"

Grandma couldn't come, so I told my uncle to take her place.

The pots and pans belong to the family, and the small things belong to the uncle.

Seeing that it was getting late, Song Yi didn't pay much attention to the form, took the wooden box and put it on the table, grabbed two balls of paper and stuffed them to Song Erdou, and then called out the name of the next household.

"Brother, what did my uncle touch? Show me!" Song Sandou grabbed one and couldn't wait to unfold it, "Oh, two catties of cut noodles~ Brother, what are you holding?"

Song Sandou waited for a few seconds without hearing him say anything, and looked up, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Why are your brows tangled up with such a dull face?

He pulled his brother's hand and stretched his neck to take a look, and immediately widened his eyes, "Sewing machine, it's a sewing machine!!!"

The crisp and bright roar made the crowd who stayed behind to watch the fun groan in unison, and walked home dejectedly.

I finally know who the second grand prize will be.

"Where is that, who touched the sewing machine?!" Second Aunt Song ran out with a bunch of things in her arms.

Song Erdou waved the paper in his hand happily and worriedly, "It's my uncle..."

It's good to touch the big prize, but it's just...

Mrs. Song opened her mouth subconsciously, wanting to say something, and finally sighed.

The third sister-in-law of Song, who was holding the child and waiting for her husband to come back to receive the prize, was not so calm, raised her eyebrows, and parted her mouth, "Second sister-in-law, don't listen to Erdou's nonsense, I'll watch it~ The two paper balls together Grab it, the sewing machine is at home!"

But if they were all in order, she wasn't so confident yet!

That's a sewing machine!

If it is really counted as the sixth child, then what does it matter to these sister-in-laws?

Definitely send it to the Lin family!

"Let me see!" Second Aunt Song's face brightened, she stuffed something to Song Second Brother, took the paper and moved closer to the kerosene lamp.

Generally, it is clearly written, and a sewing machine model is drawn on this piece of paper.

She grinned and touched the sewing machine.
Immediately, her smile stiffened a bit.

The ones caught together are said to belong to the sixth child, which is also tenable.

"Old Six, look at this." She held the paper in front of Song Yi, with some anticipation and some apprehension.

Song Yi was busy arranging the lottery draw. He heard Song Sandou calling just now, and he was also very conflicted.

The little daughter-in-law wants to do a handicraft workshop, but if she wants to make ready-made clothes, what she lacks is a sewing machine.

It's just that the sisters-in-law may not let it go.

Which woman doesn't love the sewing machine?

"Let's talk about it later, I'm not free now."

"Okay, then I'll take it to register first."

The number of benches on the drying dam gradually decreased, and the bustle dissipated. The nine production captains happily greeted and went home with their prizes.

The cadres of the production team cleaned up the inside and outside, yawning and going home.

There was a kerosene lamp on the table in the team leader's office. Song Yi propped his forehead and looked through the award registration book, frowning.

Lin Yuzhu came in with an enamel jar, dragged a bench and sat opposite him, put down the things in her hand, and reached out to press the center of his brow in distress.

"Why are you frowning again? Isn't the event a complete success? After drinking the water, my voice is hoarse."

She pushed the enamel jar soaked in fat sea towards his hand.

Song Yi grabbed the hand that was rubbing between his eyebrows, picked up the enamel jar and took a big gulp, closed his eyes and sighed, "Come here, let me hug you."

The hoarse voice was full of exhaustion.

Lin Yuzhu raised her eyebrows, walked around the table and sat on his lap with her arms around his neck, "Worried about that sewing machine?"

"Yeah." He replied muffledly, wrapped his arms around her waist, buried his head and rubbed against her neck, "I know they all hope that the sewing machine can be kept at home, but..."

"Then let's leave it at home." Lin Yuzhu interrupted him, rubbing the back of his neck casually, "Didn't the second sister-in-law have been coveting her natal sister-in-law's sewing machine for a long time~ Which woman can resist the charm of a sewing machine..."

Just now she heard Song Erdou yelling at them outside, because of his uncle's rebellion against his elders, the relationship between the uncle and nephew is really good.

"You...don't blame me?"

"No... I don't want to be blamed every day for a sewing machine. If you are facing me, won't your mother be embarrassed?"

Large items with unclear ownership will be troublesome once you get them.

It will also make this stupid man who favors her a dilemma.

"Anyway, it's still a while before I leave the workshop. It's just right to let your sister-in-laws get acquainted with the sewing machine. Besides, don't I still have the sewing machine you gave me?"

The hemp has not yet been cut, the baby silkworms are still young, and the textile technology has not yet been popularized.

What to do with that sewing machine?
She pinched the back of his neck, lowered her head and kissed his ear, "I know you love me, but I don't want to see you in trouble. Let's go, it's getting late, go home, huh?"

She stood up and led him to the washbasin, washed her hands and face, blew out the oil lamp, and strolled outside.

The sky is full of stars, the moon is curved, and the mountains in the distance are faintly hidden in the night.

Lin Yuzhu held her big dry and rough hand, and she hummed softly in the gentle night wind.

"What song are you humming? It's very nice."

"You want to hear it?"

"Ah."

Lin Yuzhu pursed her lips and smiled. In this special era, there are restrictions on what songs to sing.

"Then I will only sing for you alone, and you are not allowed to criticize me."

"Ah."

She hugged his arm closer and sang the lyrics softly.

"You are where I came from and where my heart is going.

All roads in the world will meet you.

And I will love the world you love, the smile you want.

I am staggering to hold your hand, please take me to tomorrow."

Song Yi's heart was filled by her soft and gentle voice, and he squeezed her hand tighter and tighter.

"And I will dream of the reunion you dreamed of. May what you wish be forever. Walk the long road you have walked. I love you so much. I will also see the world you have never seen~"

Lin Yuzhu was held tightly in his arms, and the passionate kiss made her pat his arm. This is not a love song.
The night is long and the moonlight is gentle.

The two figures cast on the ground hugged each other, the night wind blew the corners of their clothes, and the fluttering and flickering fireflies romanticized the summer night.

The wooden door slammed open with a creak, and Song Yi hugged Lin Yuzhu across the bed, bent over and gently placed her on the bed. The room was dark, only the moonlight sprinkled a piece of mercury from the window.

"Don't light the lights, I'm going back, you go to sleep."

"Brother Yi"

The arm around the neck hooked down, and the sweet, soft and coquettish hook made Song Yi's heart tremble violently.

He stiffened his body, gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and kissed her hard on the forehead, "No nonsense."

God knows how hard he has to work now to restrain the idea of ​​overturning!

Lin Yuzhu bit her lips and said coquettishly, saying that everything in this world really cannot escape the law of ebb and flow.

The more he is full of abstinence.
She is more greedy for him
"Brother Yi, why don't you accompany me?"

She hugged his neck and did not let go, raised her chin and kissed his Adam's apple.

Song Yi's breathing became obviously rapid, the veins on his forehead twitched, and he glared at her through gritted teeth.

"Little ancestor! If you make trouble again, I really can't go back! The family must be waiting for me to say something about the sewing machine!"

"I know~ I did it on purpose~" She released her hands and pinched his ears, "Well, your concentration is good, I give you full marks, go."

Song Yi was about to spurt out a mouthful of blood, took a deep breath, smiled lowly, supported the bed board with one hand, and began to pull the collar button.

"Is it intentional? Then let them wait a little longer."

Lin Yuzhu spat inwardly, and just raised her hand to grab his wrist, but the next second, a big hand grabbed her and pressed it on top of her head.

"No, calm down, we can discuss it~"

(End of this chapter)