Chapter 18 I'll Bite a Crescent for You

Little Asheng always thought that everyone loved him and flowers bloomed wherever he saw them.

He was very confident in his cuteness.

He was scolded by Mr. Ji and didn't give him any face. Tears welled up in his eyes and he was about to cry out of grievance.

He glared at Mr. Ji and pouted: "Bad grandpa, I won't pay attention to you."

Song Mingbo hurriedly picked up his sobbing brother and winked at his sister. The three siblings ran away very quickly.

So fast that Mr. Ji took out the ten yuan from his pocket to buy snacks for Asheng but didn't give it away.

Mr. Ji looked unpredictable.

The next moment, there was no more delay. There was a tricycle modified from a bicycle, also known as a donkey driver, at the door to take the job.

Mr. Ji told the address, and the man smiled: "What a coincidence, I am from Lishu Brigade. We will leave now and we can arrive in three hours."

This is because Fendou Commune is close to the county town. If it is remote, you have to take a car.

Old Man Ji didn't respond, nor did he dare to ask Ji Chunxiu from Lishu Brigade.

In fact, he just wanted to go with a few children to see the grandson that the stinky girl mentioned.

But he still didn't dare.

What if Ji Chunxiu from Lishu Brigade was not his daughter?

The man was strong and rode very fast, and disappeared in a short while.

Song Yu Nuan retracted her gaze, and Old Man Ji believed that she was going to the Fighting Commune.

But she couldn't hide her curiosity and asked her elder brother: "Brother, is the story about old man Ji and the female disciple true or false?"

Before Song Mingbo could speak, Song Mingsheng pouted: "Looking at his angry expression, it must be true. Humph, he must have fallen in love with the female disciple, and then his daughter disagreed and ran away from home in anger. There are not many good men in this world!"

Song Yu Nuan: ...

She patted Ah Sheng's little fat butt: "Who did you learn this old-fashioned tone from?"

Five-year-old Song Mingsheng was confused: "Grandma Sun next door said that."

"In the future, don't listen to those old ladies gossiping."

Song Mingsheng didn't seem to hear his sister's advice, because he saw two children coming over, about six or seven years old, each holding a biscuit in their hands and eating it happily, and deliberately stopped in front of Song Mingsheng to eat.

Song Mingsheng put his fingers in his mouth, and his saliva flowed out.

This time Song Mingbo walked fast.

Song Mingsheng lay on his eldest brother's shoulder and wiped his fingers.

He complained to Song Yunuan with grievance: "Sister, during the Chinese New Year last year, our father bought half a pound of biscuits. In the end, I only had one piece. Grandma was partial to him and gave two pieces to Hu Zi from my uncle's family."

This can be analyzed from the situation at home.

Old Mrs. Song is a little partial.

Some of the family's food has to be distributed to my uncle's family. From time to time, the second aunt also comes to ask for food. Then, my uncle's salary has never been given to grandma.

It's really not easy for her to get two cents from my uncle.

As the parents of the eldest brother and sister-in-law, they think it's their duty to take care of the two younger brothers.

This must be brainwashed by the old lady.

Then Song Mingsheng began to complain.

Song Yunuan widened her eyes in surprise.

This brother has a very good memory.

He remembers how many biscuits there were in total, who shared them, the words and actions of the people at that time, and the fact that grandma secretly gave Hu Zi from my uncle's family an extra piece.

"...I only have one piece, that...my sister yelled in anger, and grandma gave her another piece. Hu Zi told me that he could do magic and bite a crescent for me, but he bit off half of it in one bite, woo woo woo..."

The sister was talking about Qin Siqi, right?

The little guy thought of the sad past and cried so sadly.

He was obviously the youngest, but in the end, he was left with a starry sky.

A palm full of biscuit crumbs.

Song Mingbo didn't seem to care, and patted his brother's little butt: "Grandpa loves you so much, didn't all the delicious food go into your mouth?"

Song Yu Nuan touched her pocket and looked at the tearful little fat boy. She was so poor that she only had five cents in her pocket.

But she could buy her brother a maltose from the mobile cart on the roadside.

But she still asked Song Mingbo: "Do you have money?"

Song Mingbo said embarrassedly and guilty: "I originally had one yuan, but I bought a meal ticket in the morning."

Fortunately, the maltose with sesame seeds was exactly five cents.

Song Mingsheng stopped crying immediately after eating maltose.

Song Yunuan looked at his elder brother: "Asheng has such a good memory, did you know that?"

"I know, but he has a greedy mind, and he has to be coaxed with food when he is taught to count."

Song Yunuan: ...

So their family is indeed cannon fodder, a little cannon fodder without any bright spots.

Song Yunuan remembered something: "Brother, do you have a book about musical notation?"

Song Mingbo did not ask his sister why he wanted the book, and took his younger brother and sister to school. After a while, he took out two books, both about musical notation.

Song Yunuan put the book in his bag and said to Song Mingbo: "Brother, you go back to school, I will take Asheng to stay at my uncle's house for one night, and may return to the village tomorrow afternoon."

The brother and sister said a few words, and the initial strangeness and embarrassment were long gone.

Blood relationship, sometimes it is really magical.

At this moment, a female classmate ran out of the campus, holding several books in her hands, and shouted from afar: "Song Mingbo, I have several books about musical notation here."

Song Mingbo looked at Song Yunuan in a panic.

Song Yunuan's eyes suddenly lit up.

Holding Song Mingbo, she asked: "Brother, who is this?"

Song Mingbo: "I... my deskmate, her name is He Yaxuan..."

[He Yaxuan...]

Song Mingbo immediately became nervous.

[I've never heard of her. ]

Song Mingbo couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or relieved.

At this time, He Yaxuan had already run over. She was a little girl with bright eyes and white teeth, a round face, and looked very cute.

She stuffed all the books into Song Mingbo: "Not all of them are mine, there are also several other classmates'."

Then she smiled at Song Yunuan, and then hurried into the school.

Song Yunuan put all the books into her bag and urged her brother to go back to class and not to send them off.

And warned in a serious tone: "Brother, don't do the same thing as before. The future of our family depends on you. You have to work hard and get into a good university..."

Song Mingbo clenched his fists: "I will definitely study hard!"

The 17-year-old boy was tall and handsome, and his eyes were shining because of this.

When he entered the school, Song Mingsheng, holding maltose in his mouth, pointed at his elder brother and said, "Look, elder brother always takes his right foot first when he enters the school gate."

Song Yunuan: ...

She took her younger brother to the fertilizer factory first, informed Old Man Song who was queuing to get fertilizer, and then went to the lumber factory.

The two siblings were a little tired, so they sat in the leeward place.

Song Mingsheng said worriedly, "Auntie doesn't like people visiting her house. Will she drive us out?"

"No?" Song Yunuan said uncertainly.

"Sister, I'm hungry. Otherwise, let's go home with grandpa. What if Auntie doesn't cook for us?"

"If she doesn't cook for us, then won't she cook for Uncle and Huzi?"

If she didn't have something to do tomorrow, Song Yunuan wouldn't want to come to Uncle's house.

Auntie is a brother-supporting demon.