law of courtship

When Song found Zhilan, the little thing hid in the shade behind the warehouse, hugging the piglet and weeping.

He huddled into a small ball and squatted under the tree, big and big teardrops fell on the piglet, and felt sorry for it, wiped it off with his hands, and kept saying "I'm sorry" to the piggy.

Just looking at this pitiful appearance, those who don't know think how they bullied him.Song felt a little headache, walked lightly behind Zhilan, touched the top of his hair with his bow, and said in a low voice, "What are you running for?"

Zhi Lan was taken aback, her heart pounded in her chest, she pursed her lips and let out a soft "hum", turned around and continued to squeeze her tears, obviously not going to pay attention to Song.

Song was helpless and felt novelty, Zhilan had always been well-behaved and obedient, he was the most docile kind of child, this was the first time Song saw him have a temper, but somehow found it amusing, and he felt a little teasing:

"You ran away after kissing me and didn't speak. Can I understand that you are not satisfied with the 'mutual feeding' just now?"

Zhilan's face was flushed with anxiety, he opened his mouth and muttered for a while, the tip of his pink tongue moved, and he choked back the words.

"So, really dissatisfied?" Song raised his eyebrows, watching Zhilan's reaction with great interest.

Zhi Lan thought for a while, nodded, then shook his head desperately, halfway through the shaking, he nodded again, his eyelashes kept blinking, he was so entangled.

Song couldn't figure out what Hanbao was thinking, so he deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Tell me, what is the reason."

The little blue bird soaked in the vinegar jar was treated severely again, and its heart shattered into several petals.

"Uncle," Zhi Lan gritted his teeth hard, the roots of the teeth were in throbbing pain, but it couldn't cover the soreness in his heart, "You...why did you bite me just now?"

Song was silent for a moment, curled his lips and said solemnly: "Of course it's because you look delicious."

Zhi Lan raised his head, just in time to meet Shang Song's gaze, Song stood upright, looking down at him from a height, as if looking at a roast suckling pig on the dining table, with raging appetite in his eyes.

There was a muffled sound in Zhilan's chest, and his small heart shattered from a few petals into countless petals. He hugged the piglet in his arms tightly, and stood in the same camp as it.

Is it really still fattening to be slaughtered?

"This is wrong," Zhi Lan said with a sore nose, protecting the little pig in his arms, "I'm not food."

Song didn't bother to listen to his stupid words anymore, so he leaned over and hugged the man and the pig together, hugged Zhilan's waist and legs, and slammed him, threatening him in a deep voice: "Don't delay the business, The cowshed can't be finished, so there's no need to eat lunch."

Zhi Lan writhed uncomfortably in his arms, squeezed out another big tear, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "I don't like you anymore, never like uncle again."

Song didn't hear what Zhilan said, only thought that the little thing had suddenly entered a rebellious stage after he developed, pinched him hard on the waist, and taught him a lesson: "Be honest when you are a guest at someone's house, and I will deal with you when I go back at night. "

Zhilan groaned as she was pinched, shed a tear, and didn't speak again.

Song picked up the tools again to repair the cowshed, and he squatted beside the piggy, picked up a twig from nowhere, and drew circles on the ground, surrounded by a gray aura.

Song finished his work and went to wash his hands, showing his injured finger on purpose, pretending to sigh twice, Zhilan was not moved, but glanced at his hand from time to time, suppressing his distress and not saying a word.

"Dinner's ready, I've worked hard, let's go, today's food is good," Uncle Tang came over to call them after finishing lunch, and when he walked closer, he noticed something was wrong.

Anyone who is not blind can see what happened to them, not to mention Uncle Tang is a discerning person.

The blue-haired little beauty's eyes were red and swollen, and there were dried water stains on her cheeks. It was obvious that she had just cried a lot. Her lips were also abnormally red, and there were several suspicious bite marks on her lips.

"..." Uncle Tang glanced at him again, this guy was refreshed, with a satisfied look on his face after eating and drinking, every strand of hair was full of satisfaction, Uncle Tang could think of it with his toes What just happened.

old beast...

Uncle Tang grabbed Zhilan's shoulders, avoiding Song behind him like a calf: "Come on, Xiaolan, Uncle has prepared delicious food for you, all picked from his own field, it must be fresher than the ones you have eaten before. "

The dining table in the farmhouse is unpretentious, but the dishes on the table reveal the owner's intentions everywhere.

Soft and sweet steamed pumpkin, orange corn kernels sprinkled with pine nuts, refreshing and crispy yogurt mixed with cucumber, milky baked eggplant, and fruit and rice soup as the staple food, all prepared according to Zhilan's eating habits, a little Hun Xing is also gone.

Song's face turned black, but Uncle Tang ignored him and eagerly served Zhilan with vegetables.

The wronged little blue hair didn't bother to take care of his owner at this moment, and kept eating with his head depressed.

"What about the pre-dinner rules?" Song frowned displeasedly, and he didn't know if it was because he couldn't eat meat, or because Zhilan didn't get his approval, so he easily accepted the food fed by others.

The spoon in Zhilan's hand paused for a moment, and Uncle Tang immediately defended and rolled his eyes: "Eat your food, why scare the child."

Song frowned and looked at the few vegetarian dishes on the table, with a weird expression: "Is that all?"

"Aren't you full just now?" Uncle Tang winked at him, and after making a joke, he explained with a smile: "There is meat in the kitchen, go get it yourself."

Song stood up and left the dining table without saying a word, brought back a large plate of lamb leg from the kitchen, and placed it in front of him. The other two present, a cow and a small parrot, were all vegetarians and obviously would not share this with him. Dish.

"Xiao Lan, is it delicious?" Uncle Tang couldn't stop the smile on his lips as he watched Zhi Lan seriously stirring the rice soup with a spoon.

"Thank you Uncle, it's delicious," Zhi Lan nodded obediently, applauding the venue and speeding up the meal, proving the delicacy of the dishes with actions.

Uncle Tang deliberately teased him: "Uncle, there are all kinds of delicious food here, as well as piglets and calves. I have no children, and there is a lack of a young master at home. Do you want to come and be a cub for Uncle?"

Hearing this was a joke, Song didn't take it seriously, but Zhilan was stunned, swallowed a piece of eggplant, and actually showed serious consideration.

Song's scalp tightened, this idiot, wouldn't he just run away with someone?

Zhi Lan Mingming was pampered by the research institute since he was a child, but he is like a stray kitten without a mother. He will go home with others when he is fed. At the beginning, he coaxed him to the manor with a few cherries. Being an uncle as a son is something he can do.

Song clenched the fork in his hand and stared at Zhilan's lips, as if he was afraid that he would say "OK, I want to be uncle's cub."

Zhilan thought about it for a while, blinked his eyelashes, and said seriously: "Thank you uncle, but I already have a family, and there can only be one family, so I can't be the little master here."

Uncle Tang laughed loudly: "Yo, quite sensible."

Song let out a breath, and the bulging veins on the back of his hands gradually receded.

Zhilan glanced at Song again, then lowered her head and ate silently.Uncle Song lacks a muscle, but he is a muscle. Once he has identified the person he likes and his own home, it is impossible to change.

Zhilan thought, if you can't be the only one for each other, if your liking doesn't bear fruit, then you don't need to ask for a spouse, it doesn't matter if you don't become a spouse.

He wants to stay in Wuyue Manor and be a dutiful bird, whether it is a pet or a cub, as long as the owner does not abandon him or eat him, he will not leave his home.

After lunch, Zhilan stopped making trouble, and stayed quietly by Song's side all the time, accompanying him to hoe the ridges and harvest wheat ears. When Song was resting, he would come over to pass a towel to wipe his sweat and water to quench his thirst, but he didn't speak.

When a parrot stops talking, there is definitely a problem.

After being nagged by him for a long time, the roots of his ears suddenly became clear, which is strange.After dinner, they bid farewell to Uncle Tang and drove back to Wuyue Manor. As soon as they entered the door, Song turned and pressed Zhilan against the door.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Song showed the majesty of a parent, staring at the dumb little blue bird seriously.

Zhilan tilted his head, staggered his eyes from Song's, buried his hot face in the crook of his neck, remained silent for a long time, and said softly, "Uncle, will you get married in the future?"

Song was taken aback by his question, and then came back to his senses and asked, "Why do you ask such a question?"

Zhi Lan lowered her head even lower: "Because... because they said that they will get married when they grow up."

Song stared at the top of his Varanwalan's head for a while, then smiled? "Maybe."

If the little thing grows up and understands what a family is, what a sense of responsibility is, and how to manage their common life plan, he doesn't mind working with Zhilan to implement this status.

After all, in the eyes of most people, marriage is an important link to maintain the partnership between two people.

"Then you...then you, will you marry Milena?" Zhi Lan's already swollen eye sockets turned redder, and the tip of his nose was also stained pink, looking terribly wronged.

What the hell?Milena?

What does it have to do with her whether she gets married or not?

Song looked puzzled: "What does it have to do with her?"

Zhilan pursed his lips, sorted out the thoughts in his head, and said blushingly: "I'm sorry, uncle, I saw you by accident before... I saw it by accident, really, Dan Ding can testify."

Song was even more puzzled: "How did you see us?"

Zhilan's cheeks were flushed with shame, and she got into Song's neck again, wrapped her arms around his neck tremblingly, and squeezed out a few words from the back of her throat: "You... like this, hold..."

Song was really dumbfounded, he even began to suspect that he was the one who had a high fever, otherwise how could he not remember that he had such intimate contact with Milena.

"Where did you see me hugging her?" Song's voice was unconsciously a little irritable, and it sounded fierce.

Zhi Lan shrank back in fright, and explained earnestly: "Uncle, think about it carefully, she was wearing a skirt that day, here...a lot of flesh was exposed."

Zhi Lan was afraid that he would not understand, so she waved her hands and drew a big arc on her chest.

Choppy, at least a D-cup.

Song Shun carefully recalled the scene described by Zhilan, his scalp went numb, and he finally remembered it.

After delivering the goods that day, he met an acquaintance on the way back and gave Milena a ride back to the Bazhou office. The girl was wearing high heels and almost fell down. She had quick eyesight and grasped herself to stand firm. It was as simple as that.

He was also stained with the smell of perfume by the other party, and now he feels uncomfortable in his nose when he thinks about it.

The brat was inexplicably mute all afternoon, just because of this?

Song finally experienced the hardships of raising a child daughter-in-law. Not only does he have to eat, drink and take good care of him, but he also has to be taught all kinds of common sense of life and social rules, and even the most basic vocabulary needs to be taught patiently.

Song sighed deeply, and nodded his forehead: "Idiot, don't you remember what Uncle Tang said about me today?"

Zhilan raised his head: "Huh?"

"He said I was an old bachelor, and it was true."

The author says:

Xiaolan: Which stick does the bachelor refer to?

Father Song: ...