All furniture and dead things fall in love with me [Rebirth]

Of course, this is his idea. In the eyes of the general, no one can tolerate him spending so much money and support him unconditionally.

If it is an ordinary female, [-]% of them will let him hand in all the wages, money management, and buy some gold, silver and jewelry, but if it is Song Rui's place, it is Song Rui who is subsidizing him, and he can't help Song Rui at all. what a busy.

"Song Rui." The general looked at him seriously.

"What?" Song Rui looked up.

"If you have anything, you must tell me." He was afraid that Song Rui would carry it alone again, "Don't take everything to heart, I can be your shoulder."

The wind blows, the flowers fall, and the goldfish in the pond jump up, splashing a string of water.

A smile slowly bloomed on Song Rui's face, brighter than the light, more beautiful than the scenery.

"Okay." He opened his thin lips lightly, his voice was magnetic and clear, like a drop of rain falling into a deep well.

The general was really touched by him, and his body suddenly heated up, "The water is gone, I'll pour you a glass of water."

He tried to change the subject, a blush spread from his neck to the tips of his ears when he lowered his head.

After getting along for so many days, the general is still so shy.

Song Rui stretched her waist, "Oh, my legs are so sore after lying down all day, if only someone could give me a massage."

"..."

The general stuffed the poured teacup into his hand, sat on the edge of the bamboo chair consciously, raised one of his legs, and kneaded it on his own.

"A little higher." Song Rui blindly commanded, "A little higher."

The general pressed up.

"Still too low, continue."

The general pressed it up again.

"Where are you touching?"

"..."

There is no such wife.

"It's really hard to serve." Song Rui stared at him, "Is that what you think in your heart?"

"...No." The general turned his head, "You think too much."

"Really?" Song Rui was thoughtful.

"Hmm." The general didn't want to dwell too much on this issue, "By the way, you said you could help my dad with his studies without illness, why didn't I see any movement from you?"

Song Rui raised his eyebrows, "Dad asked you to ask?"

"Yeah." The general said truthfully.

"No rush." ​​Song Rui took a sip of tea, "This is not as simple as it looks, it's a psychological problem."

"Huh?" The general was curious, "What does it have to do with psychology?"

Song Rui made an analogy, "If you have been bullied by someone for a long time, should you resist, or give up on yourself?"

If you use the temperament of a general, "Of course I resisted."

"But it's useless to resist, and you can't defeat others if you defeat yourself." Song Rui's words seemed to have other meanings.

"How to say?"

"Wuji is a positive teaching material, and Wuji is a negative teaching material. Although both of them do not study well, the crying child has candy. Every time the little dad scolds Wuji and protects Wuji."

Even the general didn't pay attention to this small detail, because the disease-free mouth can speak, the smile is sweet, and even a small mistake can be forgiven.

On the contrary, Wuji likes to talk back, fight, and curse. Anyone with a discerning eye must like Wuji.

For example, the general, two people also asked him to brush the game level, but he only brushed the disease-free.

"Actually, I think that Wuji is the negative teaching material. This child has a lot of eyes and is not as honest as Wuji." But after being wronged a lot, Wuji gradually loses motivation, and he also has a slight rejection of adults, and he doesn't listen to anything he says.

In his heart, adults can't hear his voice, and he naturally can't hear the voice of adults, there is a distance between the two.

"The relationship between the two is not as good as everyone thinks. On the contrary, there is a feeling of hatred."

The general was at a loss, "No way, I think they are fine."

Song Rui rolled his eyes, "That's what you saw."

He decided to give the general an experiment.

Song Rui got up, picked up a small stone, and threw it from one end to the other end of the wall.

The other end is the old man's yard. The old man usually likes to sit in the yard and get together with his old friends when he has nothing to do. Today, although there are no people, he still sits in the yard and plays chess with himself, and then he is caught by a stone falling from the sky. Hit on the head.

The old man groaned, "Which bastard threw it?"

Song Rui quickly took the general's hand and ran over, apologetic, "I'm sorry, Grandpa, I threw it."

The old man froze for a moment, looked at him first, then at the general, hesitating for a moment on his face, after a while he seemed to be sure, he pulled Song Rui aside to talk.

"Did that little bastard Wuze do it?"

Song Rui glanced at the general, "No, I really did it."

"I don't believe it." The old man looked skeptical, "Don't cover up that little bastard, now to be honest, I'll let it go."

"Okay." Song Rui said helplessly, "Wu Ze did it."

The general who heard the whole process: ▼-▼

The old man raised his voice sharply, pointed at the general and cursed angrily, "I knew you did it, how could Xiao Rui do such a thing, and let others take the blame for you, are you ashamed?"

The general who got a meal inexplicably: ▼-▼

This is a big injustice.

In the end, relying on Song Rui's three-inch tongue, he convinced the old man and asked him to go to the hospital to have a look. Don't do anything wrong. Although the stone is small, it still has a little power.

"How does it feel?" Song Rui asked the general afterwards.

"...so aggrieved." The general was also mischievous when he was a child, and he had no status in the old man's heart.

"Understood." It was this mentality of not being recognized no matter what he did, which made Wuji feel depressed. He felt that no matter how hard he tried, he would still be like this, and his grades would not be praised, so he simply broke the pot and threw it. , it doesn't matter anymore, people are getting more and more profligate.

They are not sick, they are pampered, they don't have the slightest pressure, and naturally they don't make progress. If they want to solve the problems of the two of them, they have to come from the root.

Otherwise, the two of them still wouldn't listen to what others said, and the best teacher was useless.

"What are you going to do?" The general turned to look at him.

"Observe for two more days." Song Rui lay back on the bamboo chair and yawned lazily, "Oh..."

"What's the matter?" The general asked this time without waiting for Song Rui to make a request.

"I'm hungry." Song Rui rubbed his stomach, "I've been lying down for a whole day, food..."

"I'll do it." The general interrupted him, got up abruptly, and walked to the kitchen.

Song Rui shouted behind him, "I want to drink soup, don't forget no tofu, no sausage, no ginger, and no oil, you can add some Flammulina velutipes and chop it a little bit, add tofu brain into pieces, only egg whites are not yolk."

He said a lot in a hurry, afraid that the general would not remember, and suggested to remind him, "Write it down in your little notebook."

"Understood." The general waved his hand, took off his coat as he walked, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to cook him something to eat.

He has already memorized Song Rui's habits, especially the slightly exotic tofu nao and egg whites, including eating Flammulina velutipes.

To be honest, this hobby is more homely, so ordinary that it doesn't look like a rich man's food, and I don't know how Song Rui found it.

In fact, I can probably understand that there is no fresh thing in this world. After eating too much, he picks his mouth again, so he starts to collect all kinds of scattered snacks, casts a wide net to catch fish, and accidentally drinks a bowl Soup, the taste is very novel, so write it down.

Later that shop was closed, and he ordered the same one everywhere, but he couldn't find it. He finally found one and was rejected, which is not easy.

But who made him picky? It's still good now. In the early years when he was busy with work, he couldn't eat.

Headaches and insomnia all night, not only affect the body, but also affect the appetite every day. No matter how good the food is, I feel sick after one or two bites. Many doctors can't cure it.

I was under a lot of pressure, and my hair fell out in bunches. When I was weakest, I had to rely on nutrient solution to survive. After the group stabilized, I gradually got better, and my appetite gradually increased. Now eating one or two bowls is not a problem.

The general doesn't like cooking very much, after all, he is a big man, who likes to cook if he is not forced to rush.

But cooking for Song Rui always has a sense of satisfaction, especially watching him drink it in small sips, stirring it occasionally with a spoon, despising this and that, the worst thing is that he has to wait for a layer of film to form on it before he agrees. Drinking is enough.

It is very difficult to serve, but this is probably the only thing he can do for Song Rui, so he is still very attentive.

The materials and seasonings are very particular, and Song Rui is afraid that if he puts too much, he will not like it, and if he puts too little, he will be disgusted.

It is around seven o'clock in the evening, and the family has already eaten, and the kitchen has been cleaned up very well by the aunt, and they are neatly placed on the table.

The general put on the apron and began to arrange the materials, chop the vegetables, boil the water, and put the pot into the pot. He did it in one go, so hard that he didn't even know the people behind him.

"What are you doing?" Dad's voice suddenly sounded.

The general shook his hand, and the egg almost fell into the pot, but Song Rui pointed out that the egg yolk is not required, only the egg white.

"Cooking." This time is equivalent to giving Song Rui a small stove. There are very few such precedents in the family. The old man does not allow it, for fear of spoiling the children.

"That's it." It's rare that the little dad didn't say anything, rolled up his sleeves and came over to help, "A man is a man, look at your carelessness, you didn't beat the flour evenly."

The general hesitated for a moment, "Dad, don't you blame me?"

Such delicate rice is not for him at first glance. If he eats a few stir-fried dishes by himself, he can cut it casually, so there is no such trouble.

"What's your fault?" Xu Run glanced at him, "For Xiao Rui?"

"Yeah." The general nodded.

"Not bad." The little dad actually praised him, "Xiao Rui should really make up for it. I think he is always lazy recently. Is he pregnant?"

The general's eyes widened suddenly, "Is...pregnant?"

"Yeah." Xu Run cut some lean meat, "Put some meat in, and drink it up."

"I'm becoming a father?" The general was still immersed in the news and couldn't extricate himself.

"Look at how promising you are." Xu Run glanced at him, "Treat Xiao Rui well, it's not easy to get married if he lowers his attitude."

"Hmm." The general moved his fingers mechanically, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Are you going to be a father?

Song Rui will give birth to him a little Song Rui.