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

"Master Wife, you are back. I will change your clothes."

"Your new skin looks good."

"Huh?" Chang Yuqiao didn't quite understand and gently took off Song Tingran's clothes.

"Your new nightgown is beautiful. I've never seen it before. It matches your skin tone and temperament very well."

Chang Yuqiao made this secretly. It was very convenient for him to make clothes. He specially wore them today. Now that he has achieved his goal, he feels happy.

"As long as the wife likes it, I specially made two sets."

Chang Yuqiao turned around and picked up another set from the bed, unfolding it for Song Tingran to look at.

The two sets are exactly the same, there is no difference, they are perfect couple's nightgowns.

"It looks great. I'll wear it tonight."

Song Tingran put on a new nightgown in front of Chang Yuqiao. He turned his head and his heart almost jumped when he saw it, so he quickly moved away.

By the time he reunited with his target, Song Tingran had already finished changing.

"What? I didn't look at it just now, but now I regret it."

"I regret it. I really regret it. Can you show me one more time?"

"No, I didn't seize the opportunity, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Song Tingran took Chang Yuqiao and sat in front of the dressing table together, looking at the two of them in the bronze mirror, with their faces close to each other, full of happiness.

"My wife, did you hear the sweet sound of the flute last night?"

Song Tingran froze, she had forgotten about this incident, but now she recalled it.

Whether she heard or not, that was a question. It wasn't a big problem, but she felt uneasy.

Alas, it's because of his poor psychological quality and high moral bottom line, Song Tingran thought in his heart, but said: "I didn't hear it."

"Maybe I was the only one who heard it. It sounded really good. If it weren't for the fact that it was late at night, I would have definitely gone out to see who played it so beautifully."

"That might be someone from the resort. With so many distinguished guests, there must be someone who knows how to do it."

"Hmm, I don't know if there will be one tonight. If there is, my wife, can you go out with me and take a look?"

Chang Yuqiao was very serious. Song Tingran responded to this face by mistake, praying in his heart that Liu Bai would sleep well and stop blowing around.

Song Tingran stood up, blew out the candles, dragged Chang Yuqiao and fell onto the bed.

The wall of fire was so hot that I couldn't even put on such a thin new nightgown. It fell to the ground without making a sound.

On the other side, Song Lingjia called all her sisters and brothers in the family. This was the first time she received a reply from Zhu Xuanzhou.

Zhu Xuanzhou's handwriting is very beautiful, and it seems that he has practiced and worked hard since he was a child.

As Song Lingjia watched, the other cubs in the family waited quietly without urging them.

"Zhu Xuanzhou said he was grateful for all the things I sent, and he received them all. It's just because the messenger from Banshan Village may take twenty days to go, so he arrived at this time." Song Lingjia was very happy to tell everyone the content of the letter.

Song Leyu: "Then what? What else?"

Song Qingyi: "Yes, the letter that was finally sent can't just be like this."

"There is still more. I'm going to say it slowly, because I'm afraid you can't absorb it. Zhu Xuanzhou also said that she and her father lived a good life in Banshan Village. The villagers took good care of them and they could eat meat every day. He took me The vegetables were given to everyone and they were eaten together.”

On the stool that Song Lingjia was talking about from the bedside, it seemed that Zhu Xuanzhou was also in the room, talking excitedly together.

Song Can: "It's great. It feels good that Zhu Xuanzhou is not in his house."

Song Chuan: "Then how is his health? Did it say anything in the letter?"

Song Lingjia suddenly picked up the letter again and read it from beginning to end, biting her lip and tilting her head.

"No, he didn't say how he was..." She was a little disappointed.

Shi Lean: "It's okay, sister Jiajia. If he replies to you, it means it's okay."

"Yeah, yes, I will write another letter right now to ask how he is. It will snow heavily in a while. It will not be convenient in the mountainous village. I will not receive another letter until after the new year."

Song Lingjia said to himself, picked up the pen and paper from the ground and put it on the table.

Shi Le'an frowned. The paper and pen were placed on the ground...it wasn't very clean, but he didn't say anything and respected everyone's habits.

Song Qingyi looked at Song Changyue, "Yueyue, didn't you also receive the letter? It's from little master Jincheng?"

"How do you know?" Song Changyue always thought that her relationship with little master Jincheng was very secret.

"Everyone knows that we sent a lot of vegetables to Jinming Temple, a lot." Song Qingyi said with a smile, looking like you are so stupid.

"Oh, yes, it's from little master Jincheng." Song Changyue breathed a sigh of relief. She had read the letter before she came and didn't put it on her body.

Everyone is looking at her.

There is nothing that cannot be said in this letter. Song Changyue just feels a little embarrassed, so all the time, the correspondence has been kept secret.

It's not like Song Lingjia made a big show of it, nor is it like Song Leyu's name is justifiable.

"Little Master Jincheng doesn't know how to write. He just learned it all. There are only a few words on it."

"How many words?" Song Can asked doubtfully.

Song Changyue counted on his fingers, "Ten characters, written on the front and back, the characters are very ugly."

At this point, Song Changyue did not tell the content of the letter, and her sisters and brothers at home knew that she did not want to tell.

This is a matter of personal privacy. It is okay to say it, but it is appropriate not to say it, so no one will ask again.

Song Changyue plucked up the courage and walked to Song Lingjia. Seeing her mumbling and still writing on her pen, she envied her generosity.

"Little Master Jincheng said, thank you, the dishes have been received, how are you, ten words in total."

After finishing speaking, Song Changyue felt much more relaxed. She wanted to share, but she had thought more carefully and more before.

The cubs all laughed instantly and said that little master Jincheng was really cute and different.

"Sister Yueyue, little master Jin Cheng went out of his way to learn to write in order to reply to your letter. It seems that he values ​​you as a friend." Song Lingjia put down the pen in his hand and participated.

Song Leyu: "That's right, the conditions in the temple are definitely not as good as outside. It must be hard to learn these words. It's really thoughtful."

Song Can: "It would be great if I have the chance to go to Jinming Temple again. Let's go and play with him together."

Song Changyue still wanted to go, but he just went there this year, and it probably took a long time before he could go. It's good to have such expectations.

Song Lingjia: "Then I want to go to Banshan Village to visit Zhu Xuanzhou. I will first go to Jinming Temple, then run to Furong Town, and finally go to Banshan Village. What is my plan?"

Shi Lean: "It's very good, but it's a bit detoured, Fei Zhiyi."

Song Chuan: “If you have the intention to go, it won’t be considered a detour.”

Song Qingyi: "Then let's see if mother agrees. Let's go find mother and ask."

With that said, Song Qingyi stood up and was stopped by Shi Lean at the door.

"Xiaoyi, I don't recommend you go now. It's late at night, and my mother must be asleep."