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Chapter 39 Fourth uncle, narcissism is a disease, it can be cured

Chapter 39 Uncle Four, narcissism is a disease, it must be cured

Song Zhiyu and Song Lingsu's uncle and nephew were "driven" out of Chunhui Hall.

Song Lingsu, who saw his grandmother safe and sound, relaxed and walked much lighter. However, when he saw his fourth uncle's expression a little sad, he couldn't help feeling nervous.

"Uncle Fourth, what's wrong with you? Isn't grandmother a good person?" Why did she look like a dead mother?

Ah, bah, bah, bah!

Song Zhiyu looked at him quietly: "My mother didn't like me after she got sick."

Song Lingsu: "????"

Is he hallucinating?

"In the past, my mother always hugged me and screamed with heart-to-heart. It would be like three autumns after not seeing each other for a day. Now, I have been back to my hometown to worship my ancestors for a long time. This time, she didn't even shout Yu'er, let alone hugging me." Song Zhiyu looked almost crying and said, "Asu, my mother must not like me."

After hearing this, Song Lingsu had goosebumps all over his body, thinking to himself Uncle Fourth, you are sixteen or sixteen years old, are you as good as this child who sticks to me?

Besides, are you sure that your grandmother is not beating you every day but holding you and calling you a baby?

Song Lingsu was too lazy to see his sad and sad appearance, so he bowed and said, "Uncle Fourth, it's getting late, and there's a family dinner tonight. By the way, Aunt Third and the others are back, so they have to recognize their faces. My nephew went back to the yard to wash up first. I haven't greeted my mother yet."

Song Zhiyu didn't say anything, and Song Lingsu didn't care. He turned around and left. Suddenly, he heard a snap sound from behind, and he turned his head.

But seeing Song Zhiyu slapped her thigh with one hand, she said, "I know, it must be the boy from the third brother's family who came back and won over my mother's heart. I knew that there would definitely be a brat who competed for favor with me."

Song Lingsu's mouth twitched slightly and left quickly.

The fourth uncle's narcissistic odor is getting worse and worse, and he needs to be cured.

...

Song Lingsu first went to the main courtyard to pay tribute to Mrs. Song. Not surprisingly, he was hugged and asked about his well-being. As he spoke, his eyes were red.

Song Lingsu replied tirelessly, thinking, in fact, it was not a bad thing for his grandmother to be as savory or unindifferent as she was.

"If Su'er doesn't reply to her mother, are you tired? My poor son, I'm going back all the way, and you've suffered. Look at her little face, she's losing weight for a whole circle." Mrs. Song looked at her son with distress and said, "Mom has stewed ginseng chicken soup myself, and you'll go back to the yard after you eat it."

Song Lingsu said: "Mom, the child must wash first..."

"It's not too late for a while. After drinking chicken soup, I'll go there again. The water girl who was bathing had already asked someone to prepare it. It's still a medicine bath. Shaoyao, bring the soup to serve the eldest master."

"Yes, madam."

Song Lingsu looked at Mother Fang as if asking for help.

Fang's mother smiled and said, "Madam, the eldest young master has been traveling day and night all the way, even now he is back so soon, and he is also the guard Zhou and rides back on a horse. I guess he is very tired. It's better to take a bath first, otherwise it will taste boring if you eat or drink. Moreover, it's almost the end of the day. The family banquet has to be arranged. You can't let the grandma wait, right?"

Mrs. Song hesitated a little and looked at her only son.

Song Lingsu also begged: "Mom, at the family dinner, do you think it's feasible if I drink a few more sips of soup?"

He didn't have to pretend to be tired, after all, he really rushed back. Moreover, from the dock to home, although there were guards carrying horses on his horse, it was a bit difficult for him to be a martial arts bone, so his face was full of fatigue, so a discerning person could tell at a glance.

Seeing this, Mrs. Song felt even more distressed, so she had to follow him and ordered Shaoyao to send Song Lingsu back to his own Mingxin Hall.
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