dislike?

Song Zi thought to herself that it is impossible to dislike it, it is impossible in this life. She wished that the prime minister would take care of it.

Just kidding, the person Song Zhiyuan knew was naturally useful even a minion, let alone a famous teacher, which is naturally excellent.

It's just not good, she can still say she dislikes it, unless her mind is stuck in the door, so many people don't have the chance to be cared for by Song Zhiyuan.

"Brother is busy with government affairs, and it is their blessing to be able to worry about my two gangsters. During the Chinese New Year, I must kowtow to your uncle a few times." Song Zi smiled and thanked.

Song Zhiyuan waved his hand and said, "It's all a family, don't speak two families."

Song Zi was a little moved.

"When did Zhihui get her hairpin? Now she gets married, are you going to get married?" Song Ci asked curiously.

Song Zi quickly replied, "When I go back to my mother, she was born on the third day of the New Year. She was still celebrating the New Year when she was in the hairpin. I thought about holding the New Year banquet at home, just to make a lively trip. As for getting married, the Shen family gave it a few days, mainly because the old lady of the Shen family wanted to drink this cup of wife's tea earlier, and her father and I were thinking about setting a good day of June."

Song Ci looked at Song Zhiyuan and said, "It seems that our family will be happy next year. Su'er gets married and will arrive at Zhihui."

Song Zhiyuan smiled and said, "By that time, you will be lively around you."

“That’s.”

Song Zi also smiled and said, "When Su'er gets married, I will come back two days early to live there to help."

Song Zhiyuan nodded and said, "It's only been two or three years since you came to Beijing. Zhihui got married. If this dowry is a bit unattached, let your sister-in-law help you."

"Thank you, brother." Song Zi accompanied the two of them for a few greetings, then took a tactful leave, and wanted to go to see the eldest lady to speak.

When she left, Song Ci sighed.

"She and the third brother are also compatriots, and their temper is much worse."

Song Zi is versatile and open-minded, but Song Laosan, tsk, it’s better not to say anything!

Song Zhiyuan sat lazily on the Arhat bed, pillowing on one hand with a large welcome pillow, and comfortably supporting the beads with the other hand. He sang the rosary on his knees and slid it on his knees. After hearing this, he hummed and laughed out loud.

"This is not because of education. Isn't my mother feeling sorry for Azi? Is she able to develop this temperament by bringing her to her side? As for the third child, she was also raised by her father and her former wet nurse. In addition, the Lu family occasionally came to provoke her in the ears, and it was not a strange thing to distort her mind." Song Zhiyuan said these pasts, with a hint of coldness in his eyebrows.

Song Ci was silent.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Song Zhiyuan thought she was thinking of the past again, so he said, "Don't think too much about this family, you have a clear conscience towards them. As for Aunt Lu, you don't have to think about it. It's just that she has a short life and can't resist the pain of giving birth in her youth."

Song Ci thought to myself, I am not ashamed, but trying to recall your true mother's memory.

However, no matter how much she thought, she couldn't think of it, as if it was extremely vague.

Song Ci said: "I didn't think much because I can't remember it."

Song Zhiyuan suffocated his breath and looked at Song Ci. Seeing that her eyes were a little confused, she smiled and said, "If you can't remember, don't think about it, so as not to feel shallow at night."

Song Ci nodded.

Just in time, Brother Dan woke up and came to find Song Ci to play, and broke the conversation between the mother and son in an instant.
Chapter completed!