Song Qingci wrote back to his mother, criticizing and accusing her.

Finally, she asked that you please don’t mention me when writing to me in the future, and talk more about your elder brother and sister. Thank you!

Brother, the conditions in Ganzhou must be very difficult. I wonder if you have been cleared.

My brother is already thin, and if he gets any thinner he will become a skinny guy.

There has been no news from my sister and she hasn't replied to my letters. I'm very anxious.

Also, before my sister makes her choice, you can beat and scold her as much as you want to prevent her from falling into the trap; but now that the matter has been settled, please stop scolding her.

What if my sister is wronged in the future and doesn’t dare to speak up?

I must use my love to influence my sister and let her know that no matter what happens, there is always a way out...

However, after Song Qingci finished writing this paragraph, he felt that the plot was familiar.

Wasn't this exactly what she had just experienced?

Well, it's foreseeable that her mother will spread the flames of war to her - do you need to teach me? Don't you know how I treat you? What, I'm biased? Even if I am biased, I will definitely side with your sister, blah blah blah...

Of course, you must say hello to your parents and brothers during the New Year.

Song Qingci said that she couldn't take the gift she prepared with her and would make up for it later.

In fact, she wasn't prepared.

We’ll talk about it later when I give it to you. Delay it as long as possible.

I just regret that she is too poor, while my mother is not short of money at all. Otherwise, it would be so cool to just throw away a silver note like her mother.

Oh, she is such a good-for-nothing.

The next day is New Year’s Eve.

Just as Song Qingci thought, he started to get busy the moment he opened his eyes.

She first gave the letter to Jin Ge to take away, and then she began to decorate the courtyard and rooms.

Of course, it mainly depends on Feng Xun, she does the talking.

Xunxun went out with a group of brats as usual, while Jinyue brought Nanny Zeng to help.

Aunt Zeng looked at Feng Xun blowing from here to there in the yard, working quickly and well, and couldn't help but show approval in her eyes.

Song Qingci and Jin Yue were cutting paper-cuts for the windows.

Song Qingci's hands were quite nimble, but his mind was blank and he had no idea what to cut.

Looking at Jin Yue again, although her hands are not that flexible, the little girl is smart and has good aesthetic sense. She worked hard and finally cut out a little rabbit by herself.

"Sister, does it look good?"

Song Qingci turned into a supporting role, "It looks good, so good! Cut a little chicken for me, like Gun Gun."

She seemed to have imitated her mother's technique of coaxing her child.

——Fart with flattery, use your mouth and let the child do it.

Tsk tsk, so cunning, she is worthy of being her mother.

But apart from studying medicine, Jin Yue showed an extraordinary interest and perseverance. In other aspects, she was still an ordinary child.

So she doesn't have much of a personality.

She got tired of cutting paper-cuts after doing a few.

There are so many fun things to do, don't waste your time.

"Sister, let's go out and knock off the ice!"

"No."

It makes me feel cold just listening to it.

Song Qingci's good days are coming soon. He went out for two days to join in the fun of slaughtering pigs, but now he decided not to go out and suffer the cold.

You must maintain your health.

"Shall we go ice skating?"

"No, go play with your brothers."

"What's the point?" Jin Yue was willing to accompany Song Qingci.

In fact, most girls like to have an older sister to play with them.

Of course, my sister generally doesn’t like it very much.

Jin Yue made a few more suggestions, but they were all ruthlessly rejected by Song Qingci.

"I'm lazy and don't want to move." Song Qingci said.

"Okay, then I'll stay in the room with you." Jin Yue said unhappily, "How about I teach you calligraphy?"

She likes to teach others.

Song Qingci: "No. You can go teach your brother."

She is lazy.

Jin Yue was afraid that she would chase her away, so she hurriedly said, "Then I'll help write the Spring Festival couplets and you can put them up. Oh, no, let my dad put them up, and I'll watch if they're crooked."

Song Qingci: Okay, now you know I’m stupid and short, no need to remind me.

It's time to cook soon.

The meat and vegetables were prepared yesterday, so it’s not a big deal to just cook them today.

Four cold dishes, twelve hot dishes... She basically arranged them according to her family's New Year's menu.

Just as I was thinking about whether to add a few more dishes, I heard Dongzi's voice coming from outside.

“…It’s really beautiful, go check it out.”

"What's beautiful?" Jin Yue couldn't help but ask loudly.

How can we miss her when we come to watch the fun?

"Flowers, flowers!" Dongzi said loudly, "They say they are called camellias. They are so precious."

camellia?

Song Qingci's eyes lit up.

During the Chinese New Year in Beijing, wealthy families would buy camellia flowers grown in greenhouses.

Although the price is shockingly high, it does not stop rich people from buying it.

Mainly, things are valuable because they are rare.

And this trend was created by Xu Youyou...

That’s right, most of the greenhouse flowers were cultivated by Xu Youyou.

Song Qingci thought, this one included his own.

Oh, oh, oh, every festival makes me miss my family more. Her mother is right.

Now when she hears the word camellia, she starts to miss home.

Mom, I don’t want to get married, I just want home.

In the past few years since Song Qingci came to Liaodong, he has never seen camellia, nor has he even heard anyone mention it.

Could it be that her mother really intends to let her live in Liaodong for a long time and has already started to expand her business here?

horrible.

Anyway, since there are camellias, it’s natural to go and see the excitement.

Song Qingci took Jin Yue and Feng Xun out.

As soon as they left, Mr. Fu San came out of the house.

He stood in the corridor and hesitated for a moment.

——He has lived for more than twenty years, and has always been upright and honest. He has never done anything so sneaky.

Do you really want to go?

For the little girl, I have to go.

She has no ability to distinguish right from wrong and is too easily deceived.

He didn't have much time left, even though he had spent a lot of effort to get that pot of camellia.

The little girl has seen everything and will probably come back after just one look.

Mr. Fu San gritted his teeth, strode over, and pushed the door open.

There was a faint fragrance in the room. Mr. Fu San couldn't tell what it was, but it smelled very nice.

He saw the scented petals curling up in the air, which must have been made by the little girl and the other girls in the autumn.

There were a few books on the table, as well as the set of little yellow chickens of various shapes that he had given her.

The real little yellow chicken was now curled up in the warm nest that Song Qingci had made for her, taking a nap.

Songzi rarely moves during the day. At this moment, he is on the beam, staring at Master Fu San with his small mink eyes.

——Why is this person here?

Master Fu San: “…”

I forgot this thing was still there, and suddenly I feel a little guilty.

The main thing he thought about was that Songzi had "communicated" with Song Qingci before, so wouldn't Songzi also tell Song Qingci about his actions?

Suddenly I had the urge to kill the mink to silence him.

Fortunately, he hasn't gotten straight to the point yet, so it's still possible to save him.

Mr. Fu Sanye quickly came up with an idea.