law of courtship

As the Spring Festival approached, Xin Hui's spirits improved a lot, and she could even walk on the ground. When she had nothing to do, she would wander slowly to the Bazhou Institute to chat with Milena and Pang Dada.

After all the busy work, Zhiyuan's existing house in the city has also completed its furnishing. The old couple can't wait to move into their new home and enjoy the world of two as soon as possible.

Song took Zhilan to send them to the new house, and carefully explained some common sense of life in the city. Still feeling uneasy, he visited the neighbors on the same floor one by one with fruits and gifts, and asked them to take care of the two old people who had just arrived.

The neighbors saw Lao Lan and Xiao Lan, each with mouths bigger than eggs:

Blue...blue...blue hair? !

Purple... Purple... Zilan's? !

Even TV drama scripts dare not write like this—my neighbor is a retired national treasure.

I also saw two at a time, and it was agreed that there are only four left in the world? ? ?

In the end, Song's carefully prepared lines didn't come in handy, and it was obvious that the neighbors couldn't bear the courtesy.

Everyone is responsible for protecting national treasures, do you still need to ask for help?

As a result, all the fruits and gifts were returned, but Lao Lan's house produced a bunch of thoughtful and practical gifts, and the two elders were invited to have lunch together by a warm-hearted aunt.

Song and Zhilan finally left in peace, but on the way back, Zhilan became very interested in this big city.

"Uncle, can we stay in the city and play for a while?" Zhi Lan showed watery puppy eyes.

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With a jerk of his foot, he almost braked on the spot on the busy road.

What should I do if the children at home are too cute?Of course I'm used to him.

In order to avoid the unpredictable chaos caused by the "national treasure entering the city", after parking the car, Song lifted the hood of Zhilan's down jacket to completely cover his blue and blue head.

Zhilan's slapped face was covered by white fluffy fluff until only the middle facial features remained, and Zhilan blushed because of uncontrollable excitement. At first glance, he looked like a pretty little snow monkey.

Song couldn't help but make the two straps protruding from his hat the same length, and pinched his face again, and then Uncle Song took his little monkey out to wander.

It's not an honor to say it. The old iron tree bloomed for the first time, and it was a great fortune to find a juicy little daughter-in-law. Croissant didn't know what to do when he brought his lover out to play, so he lived 34 years in vain.

Zhi Lan quickly saw that his uncle was unreliable, because they walked for more than half an hour and kept pressing the road aimlessly.

Of course, just taking a leisurely walk like this is enough for Zhilan to cheer non-stop as if surprised.

It was the first time I saw bright high-rise buildings wrapped in glass, the first time I saw small stalls selling hot food and warm drinks on the street, and the first time I saw crowds standing side by side, most of them were born with black hair and black eyes. Humans, and some common canines and felines, are mostly blond and brown.

Zhi Lan was both excited and a little scared, if his uncle hadn't been holding his hand, he would have been lost in the crowd if he wasn't paying attention.

Zhilan seems to be a bumpkin who grew up in a ravine. He has never seen the world since he was a child, and he was dazzled when he entered the city for the first time.

The street is full of well-dressed pedestrians. When passing by, many people are attracted by the special combination of Song and Zhilan. The cold-faced uncle with long hair and flamboyant, holding a cute little cutie, can't help but make people look All kinds of brain supplements, I can't help but take a few more glances.

Zhilan felt uncomfortable being swept by their eyes, grabbed Song's hand lightly, and fled into the building closest to them.

The bumpkin was lucky, and randomly unlocked an interesting new map-the department store.

Song raised his eyebrows and decided to go with the situation: "Let's go and buy you clothes."

Buying clothes for Zhilan seems to be a very easy thing, because he completely followed Song's meaning, no matter what style he saw, he would cheer excitedly: "I like it!" "It's so beautiful!" "Wow!" "It's so beautiful Already!"

It is the nature of little parrots to be stinky, and department stores are simply a paradise for Zhilan.

Zhilan's excited look of not refusing anyone who came to the city played out the naivety of a country bumpkin entering the city so much that sometimes it made Song feel rather embarrassed.

Facing the smile of the dignified and amiable aunt of the shopping guide, the parents had no choice but to pay by card, accidentally buying a little too much.

Zhi Lan let him lead him like a human doll, his eyes never resting for a moment, fascinated by the colorful goods in the window, Song Sheng wanted to tease him, and led him into a shop.

"How about this one?" Song compared another dress to Zhilan.

Zhi Lan's eyes were still wandering around, and he agreed without looking at it: "It looks good, I want it."

Song showed a smirk: "Oh? Then I'll go to pay the bill."

When Zhilan came back to his senses, he realized that what the shopping guide was packing was a cotton dress with blue patterns on a white background and slightly puffed ruffles. It didn't look like boy's clothes at all.

Boys can't wear skirts, this is common sense Zhilan still knows.

"Uncle!" Zhi Lan hurriedly chased after him: "Wait, I bought the wrong one!"

"It's what you said you want." Song had finished swiping his card, picked up the packed shopping bag calmly, and scratched the tip of Zhilan's nose.

Zhilan's face was a little red, and while being led away, she glared at Song sternly, but it didn't act as a deterrent, on the contrary, it made the smile on a certain bad uncle's face more and more strange.

After visiting four or five stores, Song's hands were already full of shopping bags, and he could no longer hold Zhilan, so he bent his knees and gave him a pestle on his buttocks: "Go ahead, I'll watch you, don't get lost .”

Zhilan finally figured it out, he was being bullied, he aroused strong self-esteem, ran into the safe passage angrily, covered his face with a hat, and kept silent.

Song slowly followed, and poked his forehead with one hand: "What's wrong?"

Zhi Lan shook her head desperately: "Uncle, I can't wear skirts."

Song gave a faint "Oh": "But I have already bought it, and I can't return it."

"I'm a boy, how can you buy me a skirt?" Zhi Lan stared at him again, Song couldn't help chuckling, Zhi Lan blushed and got angry, but he didn't lose his temper.

Song Ruan lowered his voice to coax him: "The money is spent, don't waste it, then let's wear it once, okay, wear it at home, and don't let others see it."

Zhilan looked at him aggrievedly for a while, just called uncle, wanted to say something, but held back.

The old hooligan calmly said, "It's very expensive. You also know that I work very hard to make money. This is my heart, understand?"

Zhilan had no idea about money, but was hit by the word "hard work". He knew how tiring his uncle was at work, so he gritted his teeth and whispered, "Understood."

"Then...just wear it once..."

The corners of Song's mouth were raised higher and higher, and he was even thinking about buying some other interesting things, when Lao Lan's words "You will have a disturbed conscience" suddenly echoed in his ears, and his throat choked.

Song asked himself: Conscience, are you still there?

Conscience: Sorry, the user you dialed is not in the service area.

Zhilan soon forgot about the little skirt, fumbled in the purse for a while, then took out his wife, Ben, and stuffed it into Song's pocket generously.

"Uncle, you don't have to work so hard in the future. This is my allowance. I heard that there are many. We will spend it together in the future. What is mine is yours."

Seeing that he didn't answer, Zhi Lan added seriously: "It's too hard to make money, and with my share, you can work less hard, and I don't want you to be so tired anymore."

It's not that Song doesn't want to answer, but his conscience is too painful to speak.

Even the city has never seen this naive little thing, nor does it know what money represents, and its mind is purer than crystal.

But Zhilan was braver than anyone else, and handed over the only property he had exchanged for 19 years of family affection and freedom, together with his immature sincerity, into his own hands over and over again.

This time, Song intends to accept it.Not only does he want to help Zhilan plan his property, but also wants to help him plan his future life.

Qin Qin kissed him on the forehead: "I'm not afraid of hard work, I will always support you, this is what I should do."

Zhi Lan shook his head lightly, rubbing his forehead against Alpha's chin, like a shy little monkey:

"I don't want you to support me anymore. Pang Da told me that falling in love is a matter between two people. We are falling in love, which is different from before."

Song was stunned, Zhilan would realize this change before him.

He is no longer the owner who blindly tolerates and gives, and Zhilan is no longer a cute and lovable pet. They are now equal lovers.

Because of a capture and feeding with ulterior motives, and because of the fetters of pheromones produced by God's favor, they seem to have gotten used to the intimate way of getting along too early, so that Song neglected the most important part.

He forgot to give Zhilan a real love, like every ordinary person, meeting, confessing, dating, making promises, to make up for this missing sense of ritual.

Is it too late to start making up for him now?

Song suppressed the guilt in his heart and asked him softly: "Then do you know what we are doing now?"

"Going shopping?" Zhi Lan raised his head, excited again, his eyes filled with anticipation: "Is there anything else interesting?"

Then his lips were touched.

Song's lips pressed against his, rubbing lightly: "Now is our first date."

"Sorry, it might be a little late."

The author says:

Song Dad: I want to wear a small skirt for my wife

Conscience: you restrain yourself