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Song Fengchen and Xu Shujian, who were hugging each other, were immersed in their own world, their hearts and eyes were full of each other, how could they know what kind of storm Xu Junmin, who was standing not far away, had experienced in his heart.
Xu Junmin was upset, he opened his mouth, as if he had thought of something, his face turned blue and white at times.
Seeing Song Fengchen take out a small box from his pocket and present it to his grandson as if offering a treasure, Xu Junmin frowned, wondering if he didn't get angry on the spot.
He turned around and walked away with a slightly messy footsteps.
"Didn't you go to the bathroom so quickly?" The old Mr. Guo rubbed his waist and asked casually.
Xu Junmin looked gloomy, and sat back on the bench with a plop.
"What's the matter?" Old Mr. Guo adjusted the reading glasses on his nose.
"It's okay." Xu Junmin responded firmly.
Seeing this, Mr. Guo didn't ask any more questions.
Xu Junmin picked up the bamboo and the machete on the ground, but he was no longer in the mood to work. His mind was full of things about Xu Shujian and Song Fengchen. The more he thought about it, the less anger he felt in his heart. In the end, nothing but worry and guilt remained.
When the sun went down, Zheng Dehui's dinner was finally ready.
Cordyceps Duck Soup, Dendrobium Flower Scrambled Eggs, Bamboo Shoot Bacon, Stir-fried Wild Vegetables with Lard Residuethese are delicious in color, fragrance, and Zheng Dehui¡¯s craftsmanship is beyond words.
? Song Fengchen was delighted in his heart, and he could tell at a glance that he was still reminiscing about the benefits before, so he didn't say a word.
Xu Shujian's ears were red, and she buried her head in her meal.
Xu Junmin had a complicated expression, thinking about something in his heart, and didn't speak.
The remaining few people looked at me and him, and felt that something was wrong, so they all closed their mouths.
After dinner, Song Fengchen took a look at Xu Shujian with Zheng Dehui and the others chatting all over the world for a while. Although he was reluctant, he got up and said goodbye tactfully.
Zheng Dehui sent him out, and the two of them exchanged some polite words, and when the footsteps gradually faded away, he turned back to the house.
After much deliberation, Xu Junmin finally couldn't sit still and broke the silence: "Shu Jian, come out with me."
Facing the expressionless Xu Junmin above, Xu Shujian's heart skipped a beat, obviously realizing something, his hands clenched into fists involuntarily, his throat was dry: "Okay."
Xu Junmin glanced at him, his heart trembled, he turned and walked out.
Xu Shujian limped on one leg and followed, leaving the whole room looking at each other.
The warm wind blows outside the house, the moonlight passes through the shade of the trees, and leaks a ground of broken jade.
Grandpa and grandson, one in front and one behind, stood still at the foot of the hillside.
The air is a little dull.
Xu Junmin touched his coat pocket, thinking of smoking a cigarette to relax, but he was in vain.
After a while, he spoke, his tone as slow as possible: "I saw it just now, you and Song San¡ª"
"Yeah." Xu Shujian was unusually calm. He was already mentally prepared when he agreed to Song Fengchen's pursuit.
Xu Junmin took a deep breath and said with a trembling voice, "Is it really impossible to change?"
Xu Shujian can understand Xu Junmin's feelings.
? Xu Junmin had four sons and three daughters. Only Xu Shujian's father survived after the victory of the Great Patriotic War. Xu Shujian was the only three generations of the Xu family.
There are three types of unfilial piety, the greatest of which is having no descendants.
There are many things expounded by this kind of thinking, such as blood kinship, family inheritance, human reproduction It can't be said that it is good or bad, but it is deeply ingrained in the bones of the Chinese people.
But Xu Shujian would never allow herself to harm an innocent woman against her conscience for her own selfish desires.
What's more, Song Fengchen, Song Fengchen
He clenched his fists, and his voice was slightly sour: "I'm sorry."
Another long silence.
Xu Junmin gasped: "Why Song San?"
He still doesn't know about his grandson's vision? It's high.
No matter how you look at it, Song Fengchen will not be Xu Shujian's favorite.
Xu Junmin held his breath, and his voice instantly raised a little: "Did that guy have evil intentions and use old things like us to persecute you?"
He just knew that there is no one in this world who would treat you well for no reason, or the kind who can't wait to show his heart and soul.
Feelings are waiting here!
"No." Xu Shujian pursed her lips, and her frowning eased a lot.
It's true that you have bad intentions.
Speaking of which, most of his heart fell down. Xu Junmin's asking such a question shows that he has almost accepted his sexual orientation in his heart.
Xu Junmin's face was sullen, he turned around, stared at Xu Shujian, trying to see something strange from his face.
Xu Shujian let him watch, and said slowly: "He treats me very well."
? Xu Junmin opened his mouth, he couldn't tell whether he was lonely or disappointed in his tone, but he was not very happy, "That's good."
Xu Shujian's eyes were red: "Yes."
Xu Junmin's sullen face completely collapsed, and his voice was hoarse: "I was the one who failed you."
Xu Shujian said in a deep voice, "No"
Xu Junmin interrupted him: "Don't mention his life-saving kindness to us people, Song Fengchen is very good, compared to the previous wishes" As if he was worried about something, he glanced at Xu Shujian, "that's good, if you If you really like him, then live a good life with him, and I won't stop you anymore."
Xu Shujian choked with sobs: "Thank you, Grandpa."
Xu Junmin's eyes turned red, he turned around, bent his body, and walked towards the cowshed.
But Song Fengchen knew nothing about it.
It rained heavily in the middle of the night, and it didn't stop in the morning. After a simple breakfast, Song Fengchen dug out the 'defective' oilcloth raincoat bought from the supply and marketing agency a few months ago from the warehouse, and carried it on the bamboo basket. up the mountain.
It is the time when wild mushrooms grow wildly.
Song Fengchen didn't want anything, and he didn't dare to want anything, mainly because he didn't know most of the wild mushrooms, and all kinds of poisonous mushrooms were the most indispensable in the deep mountains and old forests.
But thanks to some gourmet documentaries in his previous life, Song Fengchen still knows some mushrooms, such as bamboo fungus, morel, matsutake, black tiger palm, and dried mushrooms, which are less produced and priced objectively.
? There were few people in the deep mountains and old forests, and this place once again became Song Fengchen's home field.
Therefore, for the next half month, Song Fengchen carried basket after basket of mushrooms into the cowshed unceremoniously.
Song Fengchen didn't want to exchange these wild mushrooms for money, he had other plans.
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