Xianyu's leisurely life through books

Chapter 30 Your mother is going to run away with Uncle Ziyang!
Pei Xiaoxiao was too indiscreet.

When she was a girl, it was fine if she came to hook up with Song Ziyang.

Now that they are all married, they are still doing things to deliberately bully Song Ziyang.

Really shameless.

Auntie Niu didn't expect to be a disservice, and she gave Pei Xiaoxiao an apologetic look.

Pei Xiaoxiao shook her head at her, expressing that she was fine.

She looked at Gao Shi and said with a smile: "Every time I face you and Song Ziyang, I always feel inferior."

Gao's face was proud.

Their family is one of the best in the village, and Song Ziyang is a scholar, so of course it will make an ant like Pei Xiaoxiao feel inferior.

The other women agreed.

Pei Xiaoxiao smiled again, and added: "Because I can't be as shameless as your mother and son."

"You!" Gao's complexion changed, he opened his mouth to stab back, but then stopped.

She laughed: "You said that on purpose, just to get my attention... I told you a long time ago that you are not a candidate for my daughter-in-law. Now that you are married, it is even more impossible. Give up."

Pei Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes and spoke lazily.

Just let this woman jump around for a while.

Song Ziyang will kowtow to her in public to apologize soon.

She was very curious, how the mother and son would put gold on their faces.

Her silence, in Gao's eyes, was a default.

Gao Shi was even more proud, and his voice wanted to grow louder.

The statement that Pei Xiaoxiao deliberately used the bet to attract Song Ziyang's attention flew into every house as if she had grown wings.

As the sun sets, the tired birds return to their nests.

Song Wen and Song Fei from the second room were sitting on the grass beside the bamboo forest, weaving garlands and playing.

The weaving method was taught by Pei Xiaoxiao to the two little girls.

The two of them were young, and the weaving was crooked and not reliable.

But when you put it on your head, it looks like the same thing.

"Sister, let's go back, I'm hungry." Song Fei stood up.

Song Wen said hello, and before she got up, she pulled another three or two wild flowers, and tied the grass stems in her hand to form a bunch of bouquets: "I'm going to give this to my mother."

Song Fei stopped and bent over to pick the flowers.

The third aunt is fine, she always gives them snacks.

She likes the third aunt and wants to send her flowers.

"Song Wen, that stepmother of yours is going to run away with Uncle Ziyang, she doesn't want you anymore, and you still want to send her flowers, hahaha, I laughed so hard!"

A girl's voice sounded from not far away.

The voice of milk is milky, but it is very ear-piercing.

Song Wen was stunned, then furious: "Huahua, what nonsense are you talking about? My mother will never want me!"

Huahua is a six-year-old little girl, tall and thin, and has always been the big sister of girls of the same age.

Song Wen used to always run after her ass.

But ever since Pei Xiaoxiao dressed Song Wen in beautiful dresses, made delicate braids, wore beautiful silk flowers, and kept stuffing delicious snacks in her pockets, the little sisters all loved to play with Song Wen.

Huahua was very angry and began to take the lead in crowding out Song Wen.

Now Song Wen can only play with her sisters.

Even so, Song Wen still dresses up beautifully every day and eats a lot of delicious food.

Huahua is still very angry.

Just now, when the adults said that Pei Xiaoxiao was going to run away with Song Ziyang, she came here on purpose to laugh at Song Wen.

She laughed: "I'm not talking nonsense, adults say that, if you don't believe me, you can ask them."

"My mother loves me the most, so she won't run away with others!" Song Wen retorted sharply.

"She doesn't love you, your stepmother loves Uncle Ziyang, she has always wanted to marry Uncle Ziyang!!
"Shut up!" Song Wen pounced on Hua Hua like a little leopard, "My mother braids my hair every day, feeds me meatballs, brings me snacks every day, and doesn't bring any Uncle Ziyang! She loves me the most!"

"Your stepmother is always changing. She didn't allow you to approach her before, don't you remember?"

These words were true and brought back bad memories for Song Wen.

She panicked in her heart, tears fell down, and she said stiffly: "Nonsense, nonsense! My mother loves me the most, so don't say it! Say it again. I'll kill you!"

"I just said, why...! It hurts so much, Song Wen, I want to tell my dad, woo woo woo...!"

Song Wen was not yet five years old, but she was not defeated when she wrestled with six-year-old Hua Hua, which showed how angry she was.

The garland on Song Wen's head was torn off, and her beautiful fishbone braid fell apart, mixing with tears and sticking to her face, like a little lunatic.

The pink and tender skirt on her body was covered with plaster, and she was extremely embarrassed.

Huahua was similar, or even worse, with two pinches of hair plucked from her head.

The eldest sister was beaten on the head, and the younger sisters rushed forward. Song Fei, not to be outdone, joined the battle.

The scene was in chaos.

There were only two of them, Song Fei and Song Wen, and they couldn't beat the three on the opposite side, howling, cursing, and screaming one after another.

Song Ting and Song Xiao wandered around the foot of the mountain with their slingshots, looking for the running animals to practice their eyesight. When they heard the cries of their sisters, they came to find them.

Huahua didn't dare to offend these two young brothers who looked very powerful, so she ran away crying with her little sister.

While running, she turned her head back, aggrieved and defended herself: "I'm not talking nonsense, your mother just doesn't want you!"

"Ah! Shut up, shut up! I'll kill you!" Song Wen wanted to rush up in anger, but was hugged by Song Ting.

"Don't go, you will be scolded if you go back like this!"

Song Wen was very wronged, threw herself on top of her own brother, and couldn't stop whimpering: "Brother, they said mother doesn't want us anymore, they are talking nonsense, right? Mother won't want us!"

Song Ting froze, pursed his lips and remained silent.

On the way he and Song Xiao entered the village, they heard adults talking about it.

I also saw the sympathy and pity in their eyes.

he does not know.

Because Pei Xiaoxiao wasn't close to them before, she even told his brother and sister to go away.

She started being nice to them, that is, the most recent thing.

Who knows if she will be in a bad mood one day and kick them away as unwanted puppies?

Even sell it!

Although he now thinks Pei Xiaoxiao is very good.

He likes it too.

But she really couldn't be sure.

Song Wen couldn't get an answer from her brother, so she shook, angrily pushed him away, turned around and rushed home.

Weep while running.

The four-year-old girl has very short legs, but she runs like flying, and her older brothers and sisters behind her can't catch up.

Old Song's house.

Pei Xiaoxiao had a good sleep in the afternoon, got up to wash and prepare for dinner.

She came to the courtyard to stretch her limbs.

There was a sudden noise from the direction of the door.

It seems to be Xiao Song Wen's cry?
Pei Xiaoxiao turned her head to look.

A disgraced little carrot head crashed into his arms like a cannonball.

She was caught off guard and staggered a few steps backwards.

Pei Xiaoxiao frowned, and reached out to grab her back collar: "Why are you crying? You'll fall if you run so fast, and, did you roll in the mud? Little piggy."

Song Wen didn't answer, she hugged Pei Xiaoxiao tightly with her short hands: "Mom, you love Wenwen the most, and you won't want Wenwen, right?"

Pei Xiaoxiao was startled.

She knelt down, pushed back the messy and dirty hair of the little baby, and asked softly, "Did Wenwen hear what others said?"

"Huahua said that you want to run away with Uncle Ziyang and don't want me anymore, woo woo woo...Mother, mother won't let me go, right, mother, woo woo..."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the Song family all changed.

Mother Song's face was particularly ugly.

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