Come on, be with a rich woman, I have money!

Mr. Fu San had a strange expression on his face, as if he didn't know how to start.

Song Qingci: Sure enough, you want to borrow money.

Oh no, money.

It doesn’t matter!

Mr. Fu San is her savior, and her life is very valuable.

Third Master, as long as you want it, I will give it to you.

Moreover, Song Qingci also noticed that Mr. Fu San had kept his right hand behind his back since he entered the door.

Just now, when he was carrying Xunxun, he was using his left hand.

Could it be that my hand is not in good condition?

That is not something to be taken lightly.

"Third Master——"

"you--"

They both spoke at the same time.

"You speak first--" the two said in unison again.

Song Qingci couldn't help but laugh.

Mr. Fu San was relieved to see that she was smiling as usual.

In fact, when he heard her and Xunxun bickering at the door, he no longer felt so heavy in his heart.

Yesterday he heard from Dongzi that Jiang Jingchu was going to get engaged.

He shouldn't have come back so early, but he was worried about the little girl, so he hurried back.

Seeing her smiling face, he couldn't bring himself to say those words.

Forget it, let’s wait for Dongzi to tell her, Mr. Fu San thought.

But for some reason last night, he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, and the image of the little girl crying kept appearing in front of his eyes.

She was also well-behaved when she cried, without any sound, only red eyes and silently falling tears.

But that look makes people feel sad.

It's really pitiful for the little girl to meet such a scumbag.

"Here, for you." Mr. Fu San took his right hand out from behind his back, walked over and put it on the table.

"What is this?" Song Qingci's eyes lit up instantly.

How can it be so cute!

This is a set of six wood-carved boxwood chicks, each one is round and placed on a tray. Some are lowering their heads to catch insects, some are snuggling and playing with each other, or some are running and chasing each other... lifelike.

The most important thing is that it is chubby and delicately carved, and the texture of the fur on its body can be seen with the naked eye. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a work of art that is beyond imagination.

When Mr. Fu San saw her eyes, he knew that he had made the right gift.

He couldn't sleep today and got up before dawn.

He went to the warehouse.

There are still three thousand nails in a broken ship.

Although the people in the mountains were extremely poor, there were still some broken things left from the past.

Of course, they are all worthless.

The valuables have already been exchanged for money.

It doesn’t matter if it’s not worth much, as long as it can make the little girl happy.

She is not short of money either.

Mr. Fu San rummaged through the books and finally found this set of wood carvings from a corner.

People in the mountains are not interested in these wooden lumps and do not think they are valuable.

But Mr. Fu San found some fun in it.

He thought the little girl might like it, as long as it could distract her temporarily, even a little bit.

"Third Master, is this for me?" Song Qingci was very excited. "Did my mother tell you that I was born in the Year of the Rooster?"

Master Fu San: "...As long as you like it, go ahead and play with it."

Song Qingci naturally couldn't let it go.

She has no resistance to anything cute, and this set of little yellow chickens is especially adorable.

Looking at her smiling face, as if she had found a treasure, she seemed to have temporarily forgotten that her ex-husband was going to get engaged. Mr. Fu San felt that his search was not in vain.

He would look through it again later to see if there was anything she liked.

The little girl spent money on him like water, and this was just a small return for him.

Song Qingci felt happy but also guilty.

It wasn't a festival, and it wasn't her birthday, but Mr. Fu suddenly gave her a gift. Although she was stupid, she could understand it after a little thought.

He knew that Jiang Jingchu was engaged and was afraid that he would feel bad, so he tried to cheer himself up.

It feels so good to be pampered.

Song Qingci smiled and said, "Third Master, what I said is true. He and I have our own ways, and whether he wants to marry or take a concubine in the future, I won't care."

Her eyes were sincere, without any sign of forcing.

Mr. Fu San thought, that’s right.

She had everything she needed, and she would never lack a man.

Who is Jiang Jingchu, worthy of her lingering?

The little girl was as open-minded as ever, and he was the one who overthought it.

"But, Third Master, you are so kind to me, thank you." Song Qingci said, "I like your gift very much."

Graceful, sincere and lively.

Mr. Fu San smiled.

"Just don't take it to heart. You'll find a good marriage in the future."

"I think so too," Song Qingci said with a smile, "Third Master is in the capital. If there are any good boys, please introduce them to me. Don't let others take advantage of them. Let me see them first."

Master Fu San's smile deepened, "Okay."

Others would be too shy to talk about the subject, but she spoke so frankly and straightforwardly, and without being annoying.

She is a little girl as bright as the sun.

"Thank you, Third Master. I trust your judgment. My requirements aren't high either. I just want to be half as good as you!"

The smile on Mr. Fu San's face froze.

He found it difficult to respond to this.

But he knew that the little girl didn't mean it and was not trying to tease him.

But this still sounds a bit weird.

Song Qingci had already started bending down to play with the little yellow chickens.

"I name them? Forget it, it's too tiring, I'll just rank them..." she said to herself.

Master Fu San said with a smile, "You play, I'll go get Xunxun and bring him back to practice calligraphy."

He originally felt an inexplicable unhappiness in his heart, but now it has disappeared.

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