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

Zhu Xuanzhou suddenly stopped eating. The sound of the spoon hitting the edge of the basin was not crisp.

"When will you leave Banshan Village?"

"Well, my family and I have been out for many days. I guess we will have to go home after we stay for a few more days."

"Well, the New Year in Ping'an Town is the most lively. It is said that you can put out Kongming lanterns and wishing lotus flowers. You and your family should go and play, right?"

"Of course! Our family loves fun the most. When the time comes, I can give you a wish. What is your wish?"

Song Lingjia asked questions sincerely. She could also help her friends with simple things, and she would also feel happy.

"My wish?"

"Well, just say whatever you want, God will see it and help you."

Zhu Xuanzhou thought about it for a long time. At the beginning of the year, Ping'an Town was very lively, but not everyone in the family could go out, so he couldn't go out.

It was all because the winter was too cold and there were too many people, so he never made a wish at the beginning of the year.

In fact, Song Lingjia said that by helping him make a wish at the beginning of the year, he had fulfilled a wish.

"I hope my father and I can reunite soon, and we can be free from being bullied at home, that's all."

"Well, it will definitely come true, but I want to add a few things for you. I hope Xuanzhou is healthy, I hope Xuanzhou is super good at reading, and I hope Xuanzhou is happy."

Zhu Xuanzhou cried and laughed from the bottom of his heart, "Your handkerchief was stained by me. I'll give it back to you after I wash it."

Song Lingjia took the handkerchief back and said, "It's okay, don't do these things. Resting well is the first priority."

Time always flies by when the two of them are talking, and unconsciously, the threesome outside are already anxious.

"I'm leaving. You can go to sleep. I'll take this basin with me too. Please close the doors and windows."

Song Lingjia took most of the chicken soup that was left and did not let Zhu Xuanzhou leave the house because the night was really cold and it was already close to late autumn.

"Be careful."

Zhu Xuanzhou stood in the room and couldn't see outside, but he still stood here for a long time to see each other off. He estimated that the person should have left, and then slowly returned to the bed.

The head of Banshan Village is a very nice person, but he can't be here all the time. After all, Zhu Xuanzhou's fever has subsided and she also has her own matters to attend to.

Zhu Xuanzhou was originally afraid of being alone at this night, but now his stomach and heart were full of warmth. He wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and fell asleep quickly.

"What's left of the chicken soup? Why did you bring it back? Just give it to Zhu Xuanzhou. It can be warmed up in the morning." Song Changyue said.

"No, if you stay, the village chief will know in the morning that someone went to visit Zhu Xuanzhou in the middle of the night. I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding and I can't explain clearly."

Song Lingjia viewed this point completely from Zhu Xuanzhou's perspective.

Song Changyue nodded, and Song Qingyi seemed to understand. Wen Li didn't say anything, sent the remaining chicken soup back to the kitchen, and hurriedly took the children upstairs.

Song Tingran and the others were not asleep yet, but they had already washed up and were chatting and laughing.

"If you don't come back, I'm going to go out to look for you. It feels windy outside. Is it cold?"

Song Tingran got off the bed and went to hold Wen Li's hand. It was indeed cold, so he quickly rubbed it.

Song Qingyi: "Mother, my hands are cold too."

Song Changyue: "Me too, me too."

The two children obviously did it on purpose. Song Tingran pretended not to hear and looked at the position on the roof of the shed, "Huh? Who is talking, where is it, where is it?"

Song Changyue ran into Chang Yuqiao's arms.

"Dad, it's better for you."

Seeing this, Song Qingyi also hugged Xiao Yuchen, imitating Song Changyue and Song's coquettish appearance.

"Your hands are too cold. Wait for a while and then hug me again." Xiao Yuchen said.

Something is different.

"But Dad, I hugged you because my hands were cold." Song Qingyi stood at the side with an innocent look on his face.

"Well, that seems to be the case. Then you can hug me."

Xiao Yuchen's logic was perfect and he took the initiative to put his arms around Song Qingyi, making his whole body feel warm.

Qiao Jinshu looked at Song Lingjia and spread his arms. The meaning was obvious, come and fall into my arms.

But Song Lingjia was not cold. In order to avoid something going wrong, she rushed over and almost embedded Qiao Jinshu in the wall.

"Jiajia, you have endless energy in one day..."

"Follow dad, follow dad."

Two days later, Song Tingran's family had packed their things and were preparing to leave Banshan Village. This time they were out for a long time.

Song Lingjia held a wooden bird cage. Inside was a small bird that she had shot down personally. It was the kind that was very easy to feed. You could feed it anything.

"Zhu Xuanzhou, I'm leaving. This is the little bird I promised you, let it accompany you."

Zhu Xuanzhou took it and saw that the cage was made in a hurry, but he liked it very much. The birds inside were lively and chirped melodiously.

"Thank you. I have nothing to give you, but this is something I cherish very much. I want to give it to you as a souvenir. I hope you won't forget my friend."

Song Lingjia came alone to say goodbye to Zhu Xuanzhou. There were only two people in the small yard. Zhu Xuanzhou put down the bird cage and took out the safety buckle from his waist.

"I don't want it. This is your father's thing. I'm lucky to have it back in your hands. Keep it well and he will bless you."

"But, I always want to give you something, but I have nothing."

"It doesn't matter, we are friends. I don't care if there is a farewell gift or not. As long as you are well in Banshan Village, if there is news from your mother, you must tell me in time. If not, you must write to me. My mother I will ask the government office for you to see if the letter is lost."

"Okay, then be careful on the way. Have a safe journey. You go. This time, I'll watch you go."

Zhu Xuanzhou stood in the courtyard and waved. He couldn't send him too far, and no matter how far he was, he couldn't send him out of the mountain village.

Song Lingjia also waved, but as soon as he took a few steps, he saw his family, the head of Banshan Village, and the villagers coming over.

"Jiajia, it's the county magistrate who has sent a letter. He also sent a new person to take care of him. You can rest assured this time." Song Tingran was very happy. He was going home this time, but he had done a lot of ideological work for Song Lingjia. , she wanted to get the news before leaving.

It's not certain when this news will come. I've been playing here for a long time, so it's boring to stay here.

"Great!"

The village head of Banshan Village took out the letter and wanted to show it to Zhu Xuanzhou, but the new servant who sent it had already entered the yard first and hugged Zhu Xuanzhou tightly.

Both men cried.

"Daddy, daddy, why are you here? Doesn't mother want you anymore?"

"No, Zhou'er doesn't cry. It's because Dad was worried about you and something like this happened again. I asked to come here. Dad will stay with you and take care of you. We can live here. How wonderful."