Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

At the head of the village is a relatively open land, with a lot of firewood piled up in the middle. After it is lit, this area is bright.

There are wooden low stools and low tables all around, placed in an orderly manner. Everyone can sing, dance, and sing around the campfire. If you are tired, you can just go and rest next to it.

Wang Huiqiao and several girls played drums together, which was very rhythmic. The village chief of Banshan Village took the lead, singing unknown songs about the mountains around the bonfire.

Song Tingran was also invited to join the procession. Since they were all girls, the husbands of the Song family did not participate and watched and applauded from the sidelines.

Qiao Jinshu took Shi Yan's arm and said, "Brother, I want to go too. It feels so fun."

"Hey, these are all girls. We can't go there. It's good to just look around."

"Hey, I'm so envious. I wish I were a girl." After saying this, he regretted, "If not, then I won't be able to be with my wife. If I don't want to play, I won't play."

Song Tingran danced for a while, came back to drink water, and saw her husbands sitting there.

"You guys are going to play too, why don't you go?"

"You think we don't want to go?" Qiao Jinshu felt aggrieved and snorted.

Shi Yan immediately slapped him on the back and warned in a low voice: "Jinshu, this is outside, there are many people, and if someone hears and sees it, it's time to say that you have broken the rules and will embarrass the wife, do you understand? "

"Ah, I was wrong, I was wrong. I just don't feel comfortable. Brother, don't be angry."

"I'm not angry." Shi Yan gave him a look full of hints.

Qiao Jinshu also understood the look immediately, and moved closer to Song Tingran, smiling cheesily, "My wife, don't be angry, I didn't mean to sound so bad. I'll go back in the evening and give you a massage to apologize."

Song Tingran was actually not angry. He also knew that Qiao Jinshu was like this. He would say whatever he wanted, but since the opportunity came, he still had to seize it.

"Then...how long will the massage last?"

Qiao Jinshu made a difficult gesture with one finger, and Song Tingran broke it into two fingers.

Two hours.

"My wife, I will die after such a long time. Otherwise, please do me a favor. I will massage you for a while today and massage you for a while tomorrow. How about you divide the time between massages? This way I can still live and stay by your side to cause trouble for you." , make trouble, apologize again...then give you a massage.”

"Then...okay."

Song Tingran hugged Qiao Jinshu, touched his face, showed a successful smile, and then sat down to drink water.

Only then did Qiao Jinshu realize that he had been fooled again, every day, and never again.

"My wife, this bonfire is so strong. Did you feel very hot while dancing around there just now? I'll help you fan yourself." Sang Cheng didn't bring a fan at all, so he used one hand to listen to the song. Ran's face was fanned with a full sense of presence.

Wen Ci whispered to Wen Li from the side: "Fourth brother is going to start tea again, please learn carefully."

"Well, brother, you should also learn. I always fail to grasp the essence."

Wen Ci and Wen Li looked at it as if they were resting, but in fact they were just staring from the side.

"It was a little hot when I was dancing, but it's not hot anymore." Song Tingran responded.

Sang Cheng came slightly closer, his hand that was originally fanning him fell, he casually grabbed her hand and put it on his lap.

"It looks great, but I feel that you, my wife, are the best dancers. I can't even dance. I can just watch the bonfire here and be satisfied."

Song Tingran couldn't resist Sang Cheng like this at all. She bit her lip and looked at him.

Sang Cheng felt the gaze and responded immediately. He also turned his head and looked at it. He rubbed his hand slightly and said, "My wife, it's okay. I know you also want us to play, but after all, it's better not to be in other villages." It’s embarrassing, really, I can just watch from the side.”

After saying that, Sang Cheng suddenly felt sad.

"Ah? Why are you so sad all of a sudden?" Song Tingran asked seriously, a little anxious.

"It's okay, Wife, I'm just a little sad that I can't draw. If I could, I could draw all today's scenes and remember them later. But I just thought about it, I can also record it with my eyes, Wife, Go ahead and continue playing, I will look at you and keep you and the bonfire in my heart."

Sang Cheng smiled, which was in sharp contrast to the sadness just now.

Wen Ci hooked Wen Li's little finger and said, "Brother, can you see? I can't stand this, being reasonable and weak."

"I can't stand it either. I can't wait to have a bonfire alone for my fourth brother to play..."

Song Tingran knew that this was Sang Cheng's little trick, but he still felt sweet in his heart. It didn't matter what he was, as long as he was willing to use his mind.

She went to the village chief of Banshan Village and explained her purpose. The bonfire was very big. In addition to her own husbands, there were also other families. The number was not small. Could the men form a circle alone and dance around the bonfire?

The mayor of Baishan Village had never thought about this problem. Looking at the past, he saw that the husbands present did account for a certain proportion.

After thinking for a while, he agreed to the request, and added Song Tingran's suggestion to make a temporary small bonfire not far from the big bonfire, specifically for children to play in, and it was safer.

There were so many cubs in the Song family, and they originally played on the side, but now they had their own bonfire, so they immediately gathered around and sang the children's songs taught by Song Tingran, and also taught them to other children's children by the way. child.

Song Tingran called the husbands to come over, formed a separate circle, and started running around the bonfire.

Seeing this, other families also asked their husbands to go over and play. For a while, the bonfires that were held almost every day during this period became even more lively.

Tonight, the aborigines deep in the mountains should also hear happy laughter from afar in their sleep.

Wang Huiqiao put down the drum, ran back home, and brought her second husband, who was infertile at home.

"My wife, it's so late, what are you going to do?"

"The village is busy. You should go and play. They are both pregnant. If they bump into each other, it will be bad, so I won't take them with them."

Wang Huiqiao's second husband was happy and sad at the same time. He was really shocked when they arrived at the village.

"Let's go play." Wang Huiqiao said.

"No, I'll just watch from the side."

Song Tingran saw this and walked over, and Shi Yan followed naturally.

"Huiqiao, let's play together?"

"Distinguished guests, I want to play the drums. Our place has been deserted all year round. It's not easy for you to come and we are now a little more lively. There are many people today, and a man can dance in a circle by himself. I will go home specially with my family's drums. coming."

It seemed that Wang Huiqiao's second husband didn't go out often. He was very reserved when meeting strangers. He said hello in a low voice, and then hid behind Wang Huiqiao.