Three Batches of Dog Blood Stories

"Second uncle is really clumsy." In the living room, the little girl with two ponytails pointed at Song Cheng, "You posted it wrong here."

"I'm clumsy?" Song Cheng almost broke the small wooden stick in his hand in a fit of anger.

"That's right, I can't say it." The little girl pouted.

Song Cheng compared the little girl's hands with his own: "Look, whoever has short and thick fingers is clumsy."

Where did the little girl hear this, she immediately dropped the stick and went to the kitchen to complain: "Eldest uncle, second uncle bullied me again."

Song Qi happened to be serving vegetables, and the little girl hugged him from behind and almost spilled it.

"What's wrong, Yangyang?" Song Qi put down his work, wiped his hands and squatted down to listen to the little girl.

The little girl stretched out ten fingers sadly: "The second uncle said that my fingers are short and thick, and I am clumsy."

Song Qi looked at the little girl's fingers carefully and said, "Chengcheng talks nonsense, but Yangyang's fingers are pretty."

The little girl said angrily, "Cheng Cheng, you idiot."

Song Qi nodded with a smile: "Well, Chengcheng is an idiot."

Song Cheng shouted in the living room: "I heard Chen Xinyang, if you don't tell uncle to be careful, I'll sue your mother."

Chen Xinyang panicked, and looked at Song Qi pitifully: "Take care of him."

"Okay, leave him alone." Song Qi picked up his niece and went to the living room to seek justice.Song Chenggang dyed his hair, and now he is looking at himself in the mirror.Song Qi nodded Song Cheng's shoulder: "Chengcheng, didn't I tell you to play with Yangyang for a while, why are you bullying her again?"

Song Cheng squinted his eyes and looked at Chen Xinyang: "You are so good, you know how to complain to my brother."

Chen Xinyang snorted and hugged Song Qi's neck proudly.

"How do you talk? You are also a six-year-old kid?" Song Qi put Chen Xinyang on the sofa, as if dealing with a conflict between children, he folded their hands together: "You can't bully people, do you know?"

"Hey!" Song Cheng got goosebumps all over his body, and quickly pulled his hands: "You are playing tricks with elementary school students."

Song Qi smiled.

"I know, I know... Play with her, right?" Song Cheng shook his hair, picked up the small wooden stick on the table: "Continue to chant ancestors."

Chen Xinyang was not very happy: "Chengcheng made my little house ugly."

Song Cheng seized the opportunity to complain: "Brother, look at her, she blames me!"

Song Qi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he patted Song Cheng's head: "Chengcheng, please forgive me, kid."

Ever since Song Qi became a primary school teacher, Song Qi's cousin sent her daughter Chen Xinyang to the primary school where Song Qi taught. Chen Xinyang liked Song Qi very much and often came to Song Qi's house to eat and do homework after school.

Because I have to take care of the children, I usually cook some porridge or bake some small cakes for the children to fill their stomachs. When Zhao Tan comes back, he is too busy to start cooking.Today Song Cheng came back first, so he asked Song Cheng to play with the child for a while, who knew that Song Cheng was also like a child, and needed the parents to mediate the conflict.

Finally at six o'clock, when Zhao Qin came home from get off work, Song Cheng dropped the broken wood and ran over when he heard the door open.

"Surprise dear~" Song Cheng opened his arms enthusiastically, but it was a pity that Zhao Tan didn't show face and avoided it.

"Why, you don't know me anymore when you come back from a business trip?" Song Cheng said while hugging me persistently.

"It's too sudden." Zhao Qin said.Although it's only been a week, Zhao Tan really misses Song Cheng, and when Song Cheng hugged him again, he also took the initiative to get closer.

"Have you dyed your hair?"

"Well, it was dyed this morning, isn't it handsome?"

Zhao Qin nodded.Anyway, Song Cheng looks good in his eyes.

Song Cheng laughed and kissed Zhao Qin several times.

"Cough cough!" Chen Xinyang coughed loudly, Zhao Tan found out that there was still a young guest at home.

"Yangyang is here." Zhao Qin hurriedly pushed Song Cheng away, pretending nothing happened, and walked into the living room.

"Hello, little uncle." Chen Xinyang greeted politely.

Zhao Tan smiled, slightly embarrassed.

"Little uncle and I will build a small house together, okay?"

"Small house?" Zhao Qin lowered his head, saw the crooked table, and said something that was barely enough for a pigsty, and was in a daze for a while.

"It looks like this when it's finished." Chen Xinyang dug out the box from the bottom of the material package, and the picture on the box seemed to be a gorgeous three-story villa.

Zhao Tan was dumbfounded: "... Where is your eldest uncle?"

"Cooking in the kitchen."

"I'll change him and ask him to help you."

Song Qi was replaced, and Song Cheng followed him to the kitchen.Song Cheng said: "Look, you don't know how to spell right?"

Zhao Qin nodded.

"Chen Xinyang said I was clumsy, and she was clumsy. I bought it for her, and she still wanted me to do it well. How can she take all the good things in the world?" Song Cheng really couldn't stand the slightest bit of grievance. He can remember until now.

Zhao Tan was helpless: "Buying such a complicated one..."

Song Cheng said: "I can't help it, the others are too ugly, this one is okay."

No wonder Chen Xinyang loves to run to their house, which child doesn't like a generous uncle like Song Cheng.

After dinner, Song Cheng sent Chen Xinyang home, and Zhao Qin came out after clearing the table, and saw that Song Qi was still building the house in front of the manual.He has already framed the villa and is now working on the stairs and small furniture.

"Aren't your eyes tired?" Zhao Qin wiped his hands and sat down beside Song Qi.

"It's okay." Song Qi stopped and squeezed the Jingming acupoint for half a minute, and continued to build the house.

Zhao Tan suggested him sincerely: "Take a break."

Song Qi said: "No, it's actually quite interesting to put together this. Next time Yangyang comes, I'll be very happy to see the house put together."

Zhao Qin felt that it was impossible to put it together in a short time, so he also picked up an instruction manual and tried to put together the small table. Unfortunately, some parts were too small, and it took a lot of effort to put them together.

Song Qixiao: "Forget it, you go take a bath, I will do it myself."

Zhao Tan understood, and took a bath obediently so as not to cause trouble.

After Song Cheng finished seeing off people, he went to the company to deal with some matters temporarily, and it was already ten o'clock when he came back.It's ten o'clock, and Song Qi is still working on the house.

Song Cheng secretly said to Zhao Tan: "God, I never found out that my brother has this hobby."

When it was over, I remembered that when I was a child, Song Qi raced cars for him: "No, my brother really likes to tinker with these things."

For several days in a row, Song Qi was fighting for a house, Song Cheng went out with Zhao Tan to ask him out, but he didn't come either.

Song Cheng became nervous: "Why don't I go buy a finished product, my brother is too scary, like being possessed by an evil spirit."

Zhao Qin thought about the progress of the small house before leaving home: "Farewell, he has worked hard for more than half."

Song Cheng was in a dilemma: "It's all Chen Xinyang's fault, for liking this shit."

Zhao Tan was helpless: "It's not Chen Xinyang's fault."

Song Qi liked children. He had hinted to Zhao Tan before that he was good at taking care of children, but Zhao Tan didn't take it to heart. Thinking about it now, he probably meant that he wanted a child.For many people, having children feels more like home.

Zhao Tan said, "Why don't we go get a baby?"

Song Cheng hurriedly shook his head: "Oh my God, one Chen Xinyang is enough, yet you want another child?"

Zhao Tan asked, "You don't like children?"

Song Cheng nodded frantically: "Children are so annoying."

Zhao Tan sighed: "The child is fine."

Song Cheng disagreed: "I hate children!"

Zhao Qin tried to change Song Cheng's mind: "Don't you want to have a child called your father, and you don't need to bring it."

Song Cheng was stubborn: "You can just call me Dad, there is no need for children to call me."

Zhao Qin blushed and refused to say any more.

About a week later, Song Qi finally put together the little house, and Chen Xinyang really liked it when he saw it, bouncing around and taking a lot of photos.

Chen Xinyang's eyes couldn't hold anything else.Song Qi squatted down and turned on the switch on the small house: "You can still turn on the lights at night."

Chen Xinyang laughed even happier, and couldn't help kissing Song Qi on the cheek: "Thank you, uncle!"

"Not only thank me, but also the other two uncles." Song Qi smiled and looked at the other two people on the sofa, "They also helped together."

"Thank you two uncles." Chen Xinyang stepped forward and kissed Song Cheng and Zhao Qin one by one.Zhao Tan smiled and said no thanks, Song Cheng rolled his eyes to the sky—he didn't want to fight for some broken house, but his brother fought, Zhao Qin fought, and there was no one to talk to him, so he could only fight together.

After thanking her, Chen Xinyang continued to 'visit' her little house. Song Qi was still squatting on the spot, introducing each room one by one, opening the small drawer and opening the small wardrobe from time to time: "The little doll you put here, and the little doll Put all your clothes in."

Song Cheng looked at it, and suddenly understood the reason why Zhao Tan told him that he wanted a child.Song Cheng leaned into Zhao Qin's ear and said, "You're right, we have to get a child, otherwise we will make Chen Xinyang cheaper."