Farmhouse with a little field

Chapter 152 Seems to have grown up all of a sudden

These words were like a knife that was directly inserted into Jiang Shouren's heart, which made him feel heartbroken, but he was unable to pull it out, because in the final analysis, he actually inserted the knife himself.

"Besides, we have already left the Jiang family and have nothing to do with the Jiang family, so why do we still make ourselves unhappy because of the Jiang family's bad things?" Han Duyue didn't seem to notice Jiang Shouren With a gloomy face, he continued.

Jiang Shouren sighed, and nodded tiredly: "I see."

"Then the third uncle of the Jiang family, go slowly, we'll go home first." Han Duyue nodded, then pulled Song Ning briskly, and took Song Da and Song Er home.

As soon as Han Duyue walked away, Zhang Tiantian couldn't help but yelled, she only opened her mouth to feel the burning pain on her face, she covered her face, and became more and more resentful towards the Jiang family and the Han family.

Of course, part of the resentment towards the Han family is because she is always compared with Han Qingmei in the Jiang family, and another part of the reason is why Han Qingmei, a woman who was kicked out by the Jiang family, is having a hard time now. Is it even better than her, the decent daughter-in-law of the Jiang family?

It stands to reason that she is the one who won, and she is the one who should squint at the other party!
So more, Zhang Tiantian is actually a kind of jealousy towards Han Qingmei, a kind of jealousy towards a woman who has a better life than herself, especially this woman once had the same status as her.

Jiang Shouren silently watched Han Duyue's back gradually disappear, and then slowly walked home. Zhang Tiantian wanted to curse a few more words, but when he thought of the fright he had just suffered, he hurriedly followed Jiang Shouren. Ren's footsteps, she didn't want to see anything she shouldn't see.

Han Duyue didn't care what Zhang Tiantian was thinking now, maybe it was because of those slaps just now, she felt very refreshed now, and even said to Song Da and Song Er in a good mood: "You two did a good job just now, I'll pay you later."

The two Song family brothers who had listed the word "work money" as a sensitive word hurriedly shook their heads when they heard the words: "No need, we just went out to go around the cornfield and didn't do anything else."

Song Ning used this excuse to ask them to come out before, but she didn't expect them to use it at this time.

Han Duyue couldn't help sighing: "Is that why you don't want wages?"

"I...I don't want to marry a wife so early." Song Da faltered and used the excuse that Song Er came up with before.

Han Duyue glanced back at Song Da, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Song Da, I think you look almost 30 years old, don't you?"

"I...I'm 27 today." Song Da continued to hesitate.

Han Duyue counted with her fingers: "I am eight years old this year, and Song Ning will be 15 years old after her birthday. If he waits for me for ten years, then he will be 25 years old when he marries me. Song Da, is 25 better than 27?" Two years less?"

"This... seems to be true." Song Da was almost speechless, isn't he just a lot of age and hasn't married a wife yet?Why is the master taunting him like this?

"You're still ashamed to say yes. You see, even a career-oriented person like Song Ning must marry a wife younger than you. Why don't you hurry up and find a wife for yourself?" Han Duyue put her hands on her hips. It's like "I'm doing it for you".

Song Da was choked and speechless, so he could only go to see Song Ning for help.

Song Ning sighed weakly, and reached out to rub Han Duyue's head: "Xiaoyue, why do I have to wait for you for ten years? Isn't it true that you will reach Ji in less than seven years? Besides, even if you don't, I will I can also marry you home."

"Um, I'm just counting the biggest number. I'm sure I won't really make you wait ten years." Han Duyue was a little embarrassed. She was 23 years old in her previous life, and she was still an old girl. get married?
Isn't it too small?After all, husband and wife are going to do that kind of embarrassing thing, right?

Song Ning continued to rub Han Duyue's head: "Then how many years do you want me to wait for you? If it takes too long, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it."

"Can't bear it? You can't be a..." big pervert, right?But even if Han Duyue's mental age is not that young, this body is actually less than nine years old. Is this really good?
Song Ning's eyes flashed, and there was a little helplessness on her face: "What are you thinking about? I just want to stay with you as soon as possible, just like... Do you also want to stay with your aunt? Together?"

"Of course, but I'm going to get married in the future, so I can't always be with my mother." When asked this question, Han Duyue was almost immediately distracted.

Song Ning thought for a while, then smiled and comforted her: "In the future, when you get married, you can come back often. If Auntie is willing, you can go to Fucheng with us, what do you think?"

"Okay, Xiaonian might be able to make a fortune by then, maybe my mother and Xiaonian will really go to Fucheng." Han Duyue felt that she was so lucky to meet this person, who not only tolerated her They are willing to put themselves in their own shoes and consider their own future.

The four of them talked and laughed all the way home, and saw that only Han Qingmei, Xiaonian, and Li Hao were left in the yard.

"Where's Aunt Wu and Xiaolin? They fell asleep so early?" Han Duyue raised her eyebrows, and looked at Han Qingmei and Li Hao curiously. The smile on Han Qingmei's face was a little too bright. Could it be that the two of them were talking about something funny?

Han Qingmei nodded: "Your Auntie Wu also drank a couple of sips of wine just now, and she became a little dizzy and flustered, so Xiaolin helped her into the room to rest."

Saying that, he beckoned to Han Duyue again: "Come here and sit down, you are really, you always run to the corn field, but this night you went again."

"I just thought the corn was about to ripen, so I went over to have a look." Han Duyue stuck out her tongue. Fortunately, she had been outside for a long time, and although the moonlight was very bright, it was night after all, otherwise Han Duyue's eyes might really be revealing.

Han Qingmei glared at Han Duyue reproachfully, and jokingly said, "Then what do you see? Did the corn suddenly grow taller tonight?"

Han Duyue couldn't help being happy when she heard the words, and stretched out her little hand and said: "It's not true, but I walked around the cornfield and let the corn leaves scratch my hand, mother, please rub it for me. "

This is an obvious change of subject, but the Song brothers who witnessed what Han Duyue did with his hand just now are a little uneasy. The master's lie is really smooth. When did the third daughter-in-law of the Jiang family Son's face turned into a corn leaf?

Song Ning sat beside Han Duyue, although she didn't show any expression on her face, but there was a smile in her eyes, her little daughter-in-law was just too naughty.

Han Qingmei believed it was true, so she took Han Duyue's hand and rubbed it, and said, "Don't run into the cornfield next time, Xiaonian got itchy all over because he went in and walked around. Have you forgotten?"

"How dare, I'm just happy today." Han Duyue stuck out her tongue embarrassingly.

Over there, Li Hao looked at the happy family, raised his glass to the moon with a smile and took a sip of wine.

The few people sat for a while, and seeing that it was really getting late, Li Hao got up to leave. Han Duyue was afraid that he would get dizzy from drinking, so she asked Song Da to send him back.

After seeing off Li Hao, Han Qingmei said: "Song Ning, it's getting late today, you can stay at our house, the wing room has been tidied up, you can make do with it for one night."

This matter was originally discussed, but there are still some polite words that need to be said.

"Thank you auntie." Song Ning thanked with a smile. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is also the first time for him to stay at Han's house. This is simply the most beautiful Mid-Autumn Festival he has ever spent in his life.

There are differences between men and women. In the end, Song Ning was dragged into the wing room by Xiaonian. After a brief introduction, Xiaonian left. Song Ning stood by the window, just in time to see the candlelight shining from Han Duyue's room. , I couldn't help but feel my heart softened for a while.

That night, Song Ning thought that she would be too excited to fall asleep, but the fact was that he fell into a dream not long after lying on the bed.

In the dream, Xiaoyue seemed to have grown up all of a sudden, wearing a bright red wedding dress, sitting by the bed with a pretty face, smiling at him.

He couldn't help but walked over, sat down beside Xiaoyue, stretched out his hand to hold Xiaoyue's hand, just like in Xiaoyue's boudoir before, the two sat side by side, laughing together...

Early the next morning, the Han family welcomed a guest, Yang Shuyuan.

After getting off the carriage, Yang Shuyuan couldn't help curling her lips and complaining: "Xiaoyue, you are too serious. You haven't visited me for a long time, and you don't know how many mooncakes to give me during the Mid-Autumn Festival. You... Hey, Who is this person?"

As soon as she entered the yard, Yang Shuyuan saw Song Ning who was washing her face with a cloth towel, and she couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

In fact, she should have met Song Ning in Shuiyue Tower before, but at that time, her mind was all on the birthday gift for her father, and she didn't pay much attention to others.

Han Duyue blinked and introduced the two of them: "Song Ning, this is the second lady of the Yang family, my good friend. Shuyuan, this is Song Ning, my... fiance."

Song Ning nodded with a smile: "Hello, Second Miss Yang."

"Hi Mr. Song," Yang Shuyuan widened her eyes in surprise, and looked at Song Ning with incredible eyes. After reluctantly saying hello to Song Ning, she continued to complain to Han Duyue in a low voice, "When did you decide?" Dear? Why don't I know?"

Han Duyue scratched her head, looking a little embarrassed: "It was the day before yesterday, I haven't had time to tell you yet, well, let's sit in the room first, have you eaten yet? Our family hasn't eaten yet."

(End of this chapter)