Chapter 158 Silly Girl

Author: Index Han

Chapter 158 Silly Girl

When the plane took off from Baiyun City, Song Ci leaned against the window and looked at the city getting smaller and smaller. He estimated the time and realized that he was home. Tang Shi was probably still in the city.

In comparison, it was much more troublesome for Tang Shi to go home once. He had to transfer from the city to the county seat, then transfer from the county seat to the town, take a taxi from the town to a place that cannot be reached by car, and then walk, which would take several hours.

Fortunately, Tang Feng would pick her up, which made Song Ci feel relieved. When Tang Shi called in the morning, her mother-in-law was already making delicious food for her, with a bright smile and she was very happy.

When she heard that Tang Shi was going home, she started to get busy.

In the past two days, Tang Shi went home and had to kill the New Year pig. It was like this every year. He waited for Tang Shi to go back before killing the New Year pig. This year, when he went back, it was a few days late. In previous years, it was all twenty

Go home right away.

As the plane flew higher and higher, Song Ci took out an eye mask and put it on, leaned back on the chair, and prepared to sleep.

Except for being woken up a few times midway, Song Ci slept all the way to Jinmen City. Listening to the sound of the radio, Song Ci looked at the people who had stood up, packed their things, and waited for the plane to land.

When I turned around, I could see the ground.

There are some other things in the familiar scene. Those tall buildings rising from the ground have been repaired a lot. When I come back next year, the changes will probably be even greater.

"There is a feeling that things are different and people are different." Song Ci murmured to himself in a low voice.

With a bump, the plane landed, began to taxi, slowly began to decrease in speed, and came to a steady stop.

You could feel the commotion in the cabin. When they arrived at the destination, many people wanted to get off the plane early. Although Song Ci also wanted to get home early, he could still control himself and not compete for time.

I slowly followed the crowd off the plane, picked up my luggage, and when I left the airport, I felt an extraordinarily familiar feeling when those familiar Jinmen dialects rang out.

Song Ci and his friends had run through most places in this city, and every time they could be reminded of memories by the pictures from the perspective.

"I'm finally back." I checked the time on my phone, took a taxi on the side of the road, and rushed home.

You can have lunch when you get home.

Tang Shi had a long way to go home, and they booked their flights very early. Song Ci made do with Tang Shi's time, fearing that she wouldn't be able to get home today.

We drove all the way to the door of our house and got off the bus.

Song Ci dragged his suitcase and looked at the vermilion door, feeling a strange sense of home away from home.

After standing for several minutes, Song Ci was ready to enter the house.

"Uncle!" As soon as Song Ci raised his feet, he heard a child's voice.

When he turned around, he saw a little carrot head flying towards him. He squatted down and the little carrot head just jumped into his arms.

The little guy wearing a cotton-padded jacket and hat is his nephew, who is already four years old.

"Little treasure, be good." Song Ci reached out and pinched his little face, then picked him up: "Do you miss your uncle?"

Xiaobao nodded happily: "Uncle, I miss you so much. I haven't seen you for a long time. Grandma said you went to work elsewhere."

His uncle was different, Song Ci loved him, and he also liked Song Ci very much.

When he was at home before, Song Ci always took him out to play. Song Ci would take him wherever his parents didn't allow him to play. Ever since Song Ci left, he didn't have that much fun.

Song Kui asked a lot of him. He had to do homework, learn musical instruments, dance and taekwondo. How could he have time to go out and play?

"My uncle went to work elsewhere. Did you help grandma at home? Did you listen to your mother?" Song Ci scratched his nose.

Xiaobao nodded proudly. He helped his grandma and did housework.

Holding Song Ci's neck, Xiaobao looked a little happy: "Uncle, I learned Taekwondo, it's very good."

"Really? Then you can perform it for me later." Song Ci replied, "Uncle, let's see if it's good."

Song Kui took the suitcase from his hand.

Holding the child in her arms, Song Ci walked into the house with her. The garden at home was still the same, well managed, and the plants that were easy to survive were swaying in the cold wind.

The winter in Jinmen is unmatched by Baiyun City, it is too cold.

"Mom heard that you were coming back today, so she went out to buy a lot of your favorite dishes and cook them at home." Song Kui told him, "I was always called over by her to help with the cooking."

After calling several times to urge him, Song Kui didn't expect that he would meet Song Ci as soon as he arrived at the door of his house. He wanted to tease Song Ci about whether he couldn't find the door of his house, but his son, with his keen eyesight, called him "uncle".

She has been out for a year, and the last time she saw him was half a year ago. In comparison, she felt that Song Ci was much calmer.

He is no longer as impetuous as before. If he was a boy before, now he is more like a man with stable emotions and a sound personality.

"I was planning to come back during the holidays, but Tang Shi was embarrassed, so I took her out to play. I told my mother." Song Ci hugged Xiaobao and walked into the living room.

There was no one in the living room, and Old Song was not there either. Song Ci put Xiaobao down and walked to the kitchen to take a look.

The mother in an apron was looking at the pot intently. There were other dishes cooking on the stove next to her, which seemed a little busy.

Song Ci didn't make a sound, and just watched quietly. The tip of his nose could still smell the smell of pork rib soup and Dongpo pork, both of which were familiar and liked.

The peeled shrimps were still placed on the plate and placed on the counter next to them, placed with other dishes. The aroma of Sixi meatballs came out of the steamer that had been put on steam.

The dishes he likes to eat are all because his mother cooks them deliciously, and it is also because she cooks them deliciously that he feels that this taste is his mother's unique craftsmanship and cannot be eaten anywhere outside.

You can eat a lot of Sixi meatballs and a lot of Dongpo pork, but the one made by my mother tastes different from all the other ones.

Song Ci's mother, who was cooking, subconsciously looked back at the kitchen door.

Song Ci was leaning against the doorframe, looking at her with a smile.

Rubbing her eyes subconsciously, Song Ci's mother asked in disbelief: "You're back! I thought it would take a while to arrive."

The tone was a little happy, a little joyful, and a little happy mixed in with the emotion.

After not seeing Song Ci for a year, she missed Song Ci very much, but she was too embarrassed to say it. Usually, she just sent messages and occasionally called to ask about his situation.

"There's no traffic jam, so I'll be back first. Stop working, these dishes are enough to eat." Song Ci walked to her side and took away the freshly washed grouper.

"It's all taken care of. Let's cook it together. Your grandparents will be here later." Song Ci's mother took the fish over again.

I just came back today and I cooked Song Ci’s favorite food.

Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, it will no longer be like this. By then, it will be back to cooking what Lao Song likes to eat, and there will be very little of what he likes to eat.

Just like a few days ago, she was always very tolerant and gentle. If Song Ci stayed at home for a few days, she would start to dislike all kinds of things, such as doing housework, procrastinating in doing things, and not doing anything at night.

Sleep and stay up late.

Anyway, the time to see my son pleasing to the eye only lasts a few days.

Song Ci is used to it.

"Dad is still at work today?" Song Ci made way for her sister and pulled Xiaobao.

"There is still some work to be finished, and I should be back now." Song Ci's mother said while looking at Song Kui: "Sunflower, cut the bacon for me."

Seeing them starting to get busy, Song Ci took Xiaobao to the living room and took him out to play.

The little guy has reached the age where cats hate dogs. He is very naughty. It is said that he has broken several porcelains this year. If they were not all decorations, Lao Song would probably spank him.

Song Cicai had only been sitting on the sofa for a few minutes. As soon as he sent a message to Tang Shi, he had already placed a lot of toys on the floor.

There was a small room at home to store his toys, including various cars and various small toys. Lao Song also loved him and would buy him whatever he liked.

Children play with toys just for fun. If they don't like many things, they just throw them away and stop playing with them.

While listening to the pronunciation of Tang poetry, Xiaobao came over.

"Uncle, who are you talking to?" There was a lot of curiosity in his little head.

Song Ci couldn't help but smile, found Tang Shi's photo and showed it to him.

With round eyes, Xiaobao looked at Tang Shi in the photo: "Uncle, uncle, who is she? Who is this aunt?"

"This is your aunt, her uncle's wife, just like your parents." Song Ci asked him, "Isn't she pretty?"

Xiaobao nodded. Even though he is a child, he can still tell the difference between beauty and ugliness.

This aunt is prettier than the prettiest teacher in their kindergarten.

Xiaobao had to take a few more glances before he raised his head and said to Song Ci: "Uncle, do you have a baby?"

Song Ci: "."

Why is a child's brain circuit so strange?

After thinking about it, Song Ci asked him: "Then do you prefer a younger brother or a younger sister? Whichever you like, I will ask my aunt to give birth to one for you."

Xiaobao's eyes lit up.

After thinking for a while, he said: "I like Ultraman, can I ask my aunt to give birth to an Ultraman for me?"

Song Ci:?

That may not be possible, and my uncle will have to go to M78 Nebula to find a partner.

Letting him play with toys, Song Ci took her mobile phone to send a message to Tang Shi. She was still in the car from the city to the county seat. There was still a lot of distance left. Looking at the video sent by Tang Shi, she could see the white snow.

The mountains are endless.

Obviously, the roads are all out of the mountains, and the environment is pure and natural. Tang poetry said that the road is not easy to walk, and Song Ci somewhat understood it.
To be continued...