Traveling through books in the 70s: The group favors the Wang family’s little koi carp

"Uncle Song, can you help me keep an eye on someone?"

"Starting at a person?" Unexpectedly, Song Ziqiang was a little bit dumbfounded, "Of course, it's nothing!"

"You tell me who this person is and where he usually hangs out. I can even tell you how many times he goes to the toilet a day."

The old driver driving in front coughed twice.

Song Ziqiang smiled and became calm again.

Probably because he has never been a father and is the youngest among his brothers.

Even though Song Ziqiang is now in his forties, his energy is still a bit irritable sometimes.

In his father's words, when his head gets hot, he acts like a young boy. If he is not a father, he cannot be stable.

This is actually a bit heartbreaking.

But he has been injured for so many years, and he has become accustomed to it.

Sometimes I can make a few jokes, saying that he has never been a father, so he is not just a young boy.

Shen Jin quite likes him like this. He is much better than the oily-faced and arrogant person he saw at the beginning.

"Uncle Song, that man's name is Li Guoquan, and he lives in... He should have just been released from the Revolutionary Committee. He is probably hiding from debts now. It may not be easy to find..."

Song Ziqiang waved his hand: "As long as he is in the county, there is no one whom I, Song Ziqiang, cannot find."

Before the person arrives, the sound arrives first.

Mr. Song was watering the vegetable patch in the yard when he first heard the sound of a car, and then a bragging comment from his son.

The old man endured it, but because he wanted to leave a good impression on his future granddaughter, he did not pour water through the car window.

If his son was the only one in the car today, he would have to wake up his unfortunate son!

If you dare to say such things in the courtyard, you don't have to look at what kind of onion you are!

"Dad, why did you come out?"

Mr. Song blew his beard and glared: "Why did you come out? You ran to pick up my little granddaughter for so long, why don't I come out to greet her?"

Hearing what the old man said, Song Ziqiang felt guilty.

Holding the car window open, he whispered: "Dad, I haven't agreed yet, so don't bite your granddaughter first."

He really wanted to accept Shen Jin as his daughter, but it looked like Shen Jin was so proud when she mentioned her biological father.

It’s a matter of debate whether people want to have more than one father.

If he doesn't want to, his family will force him to recognize his relatives today, and if he leaves in anger, will he still be alive?

Unfortunately, his legs and feet were not good, so he could only hold up the car window and wink at his old father.

Mr. Song looked at him impatiently: "Where is my little granddaughter?"

In the car, Shen Jin poked his head out from behind Song Ziqiang, and a 'white water egg' head appeared in Mr. Song's sight.

Mr. Song: ...What is this?

Song Ziqiang: "Ahem, dad, let me introduce you. This is Shen Jin. I'm here as a guest today."

Shen Jin narrowed his eyes: "Hello, Grandpa Song, just call me Jin Yatou."

"Okay, okay!" The old man is so old and has never experienced any big storms. Isn't it just... his head is wrapped, so what the heck!

He took care of Shen Jin's mood and asked carefully: "Girl Jin, is your head... injured?"

Shen Jin choked.

A little stuck for the first time.

The old man looked older than Mr. He, and her "correct rhetoric" seemed like a joke.

The He family was willing to accommodate her. When she said that, the He family believed it, and they didn't bother to ask more questions when she insisted.

But Mr. Song is so old, if she still dares to use that rhetoric, she will be fooling people.

The old man wouldn't think her character was bad and wouldn't let her enter the house, right?

Just as he was hesitating, a loud voice came from far behind: "Why are you all staying outside?"

The voice sounded like it was old, but even though it was old, it didn't have the unique feeling of aging that the elderly speak.

On the contrary, no matter how you listen, you will feel that the character of the speaker must be neat and open.

Song Ziqiang was helped out of the car by the old master, stood still, and looked in the direction they came from.

There are three figures carrying a bunch of things from far to near.

One is his mother, one is his wife, and the other... is the nephew he doesn't like to see.

Seeing that his wife had not given up the idea of ​​letting him adopt his nephew as his adopted son, Song Ziqiang suddenly felt agitated.

He narrowed his eyes: "Mom, did you bring the harvest?"

Mrs. Song was about to nod, but before she could speak, her daughter-in-law, Luo Ruxia, picked up the conversation.

Luo Ruxia: "Why, you can take others home, but I can't take my nephew home?"

After saying that, he gave Shen Jin a meaningful look.

When her eyes fell on Shen Jin, she was slightly startled. She probably didn't expect that the adopted daughter chosen by her husband would actually have a 'boiled egg' head.

Shen Jin touched her nose. She had embarrassed Lao Song today.

"Where are all these things!" Song Ziqiang felt so miserable that he couldn't even express it.

Seeing his obese nephew smiling fawningly at him, his already angry heart suddenly became even more angry!

"What's going on?"

Luo Ruxia had a cold look on her face: "Don't you just think you're fat because of the good harvest? Hey, I thought you could pick out any flowers for your adopted daughter today, but..."

She looked at Shen Jin, whose head was round and wrapped in gauze, and then at her chubby nephew.

"The result is half a dozen."

Luo Fengshou: "Girl, why did you step on me while you were burying others?"

Luo Ruxia: "Shut up."

"Shut up, all of you!" Mr. Song was about to pinch the water pipe in his hand. "This is outside. Why are you making such a fuss? Isn't it embarrassing?"

When the old man spoke, naturally no one dared to choke on him.

Luo Ruxia grabbed her nephew's arm, walked into the house with a long face.

When he walked to Song Ziqiang, he not only kept walking, but also deliberately gave him a "snort".

Seeing people walking in one after another, Song Ziqiang apologized to Shen Jin in a low voice.

"Nanny, don't be as knowledgeable as your aunt. She has a bad temper and doesn't understand anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked by Mrs. Song who came up from behind!

Song Ziqiang lost his balance and almost fell forward!

Mrs. Song: "Humph!"

After humming to her son, the old lady turned to face Shen Jin with another face.

"Are you Xiao Jin'er? I heard Ziqiang say, come here and let grandma take a look."

Shen Jin leaned over obediently. To be honest, with her current appearance, even she didn't like to look in the mirror.

Apart from being weird, she couldn't find any other adjective to describe herself when she looked at herself in the mirror.

Old Mrs. Song: "Well, she's very good. She's a handsome girl."

Shen Jin: "...?"

Are you sure there's nothing wrong with your eyesight?

It shouldn't be seen from such a close distance.

Seeing that she was confused, the old lady smiled and patted her.

Shen Jin's small body staggered as he was patted, and the old lady smiled and said, "As long as you feel beautiful, that's all."

"You kid has clean eyes. When your aunt talked about you just now, I didn't see anything wrong with your eyes. It seemed like you were too arrogant and didn't take it seriously."

"My old lady likes children like you. People are not afraid of being ugly, but they are afraid of being ugly. Seeing you like this makes me relieved."

Is she like this?What is she like?Shen Jin turned to look at Lao Song, who was sweating on his forehead.

Song Ziqiang smiled bitterly: "Mom, you go in first, and don't cause trouble!" I'm going to be worried about your son!

Seeing the old lady enter the house angrily, Song Ziqiang still had the energy to ask Shen Jin about business.

"Nanny, did you see anything wrong just now? Can you tell who has the evil spirit? Is there anyone in Yintang who is as evil as me?"

Shen Jin: "It's quite difficult to be as black as you...Uncle, you have to believe that there is no one like you in a million."

Song Ziqiang looked confused: ...I am like this?What am I like?