Chapter 123

"I won't come down, what can I do?"

Song Linye gritted his teeth, wanting to beat this thing up, okay?

Looking at Song Yan, he seemed to be in a state of needing to be punished but couldn't.

There was also an old man standing next to them, staring at them with a fierce look in his eyes.

Song Linye swallowed his saliva and thought to himself, if it weren't for the need to respect the elderly and love the young, Song Linye would have rebelled against Tiangang long ago.

When he went to bed at night, Song Linye had a dark face. "I want to sleep with Lu Xingyan. If not, Song Yan will do. I don't want Qin Huan."

Qin Huan looked hurt, "Uncle Song, you used to call me Xiao Huanhuan."

Song Linye's cold voice sounded from a distance, "You think too much, it's not true."

""

Qin Huan was puzzled. Why didn't this person recognize people at night?

Ha, so confident.

Song Yan had a calm expression as he watched them arguing there.

Next to him, Lu Xingyan picked up his phone and recorded a video, his eyes full of amusement. The combined age of these two people was less than three years.

Song Linye didn't realize that he was being laughed at and was still arguing with Qin Huan.

"This won't work, that won't work. Then Brother Yan and I can't do it."

"Even more impossible!"

Song Linye bared his teeth and looked at Qin Huan, with an expression that said, "You're overthinking it. I'm telling you, if you dare to sleep with Yanyan, I'll chop you up."

Qin Huan held his head with one hand and yawned, "Uncle Song, look at you, you want it all now. You don't let Uncle Lu and Brother Yan sleep together, and you don't want me to sleep with you. It's impossible for me to sleep outside."

Song Linye, "Okay."

Qin Huan: ...

"Uncle Song, you are no longer my uncle."

Uncle Nian yelled, "You little bastards, you guys are not going to sleep anymore, get out of here!"

Song Linye curled his lips, looking unwilling, "Alright, let's go."

Qin Huan glanced at the scolded Song Linye and followed him listlessly. He was not a J, so there was no need to be so shameless as to follow Uncle Song. At least he would not pay attention to him today.

All night long, the exasperated Song Linye looked at Qin Huanshang with anger in his eyes.

"Qin Huan..."

“…Qin Huan…”

"Qin Huan..."

Qin Huan lay on the sofa with his eyes closed, his ears filled with Song Linye's roar, and he sighed in his heart, "How much do you think I like being with you?"

Overthinking it.

The next day, it was still dark.

Uncle Nian was beating a broken gong.

"Wake up...dong..."

"Don't sleep... Dong..."

"Time is money... Dong..."

Lu Xingyan frowned and lay on the bed, wishing he could bury himself in the quilt.

His eyes were dull.

He kicked Song Yan next to him, and Song changed his position and continued sleeping.

Lu Xingyan: ...

Sometimes I really want to call the police.

Thanks to Uncle Nian's persistence, the four people were successfully awakened.

Song Yan rubbed his head, his eyes wide open.

"Uncle Nian."

"..." Uncle Nian glanced at the listless Song Yan and sighed, "Look at what you are like now. Are you standing properly?"

Song Yan raised his cell phone and motioned for Uncle Nian to check the time.

"Uncle Nian, please help me. It's only four o'clock now."

Uncle Nian nodded, as if he was on fire. "I know, didn't you see it's already four o'clock? If it was the day before yesterday, I would have been at the brick factory long ago. Come out quickly."

""

All four of them had question marks on their foreheads.

What's going on?

They don't know why they have to go to the fields.

No, not in the fields, but in the brick factory.

Song Linye said in confusion, "Are we here for Transformation?"

The four people were like lambs being chased, being whipped around by Grandpa Nian. Grandpa Nian held a water cup in one hand and walked into the store to let them choose some drinks they wanted.

Song Yan quickly waved his hand, "No need, Uncle Nian."

How can I let Mr. Nian spend money like this?

In the end, it was Lu Xingyan who settled the bill with quick eyes and hands.

The old man kept muttering all the way.

"Xingyan, didn't I tell you? I paid the bill, but you rushed to pay it. Where did you, a student, get all this money?"

Lu Xingyan reassured him again and again, "Uncle Nian, don't misunderstand me, these are scholarships."

Listening to Uncle Nian’s life journey, the few people soon arrived at the brick factory.

Looking at the dusty brick factory, Song Linye squinted his eyes and rubbed them, feeling uncomfortable. "Pfft, what is this? Why is it so irritating to my eyes?"

His voice was filled with displeasure, and Uncle Nian slapped him on the head. "Try to be unhappy again, this is my little treasury."

Qin Huan's eyes lit up, and his voice was full of admiration. "Uncle Nian, this is your family's business."

Song Linye looked puzzled. How come he didn't know when Uncle Nian had a factory?

"No, I work and he pays me."

“…”

Death.

Song Linye had a complicated expression. So that's how it is.

Qin Huan's mouth twitched. So that's how it is.

Before he even entered the factory, he heard a roar. Song Linye held the guardrail beside him with one hand and was about to look over.

Uncle Nian suddenly shouted, "Don't stand there!"

Song Linye was so scared that he fell down.

He covered his buttocks with one hand, which was hurt from the fall, and his voice was filled with fear.

"Uncle Nian, I beg you, can you please not be so jumpy when you speak next time? Even if I am very strong, I won't force myself like this."

Uncle Nian rubbed his nose and said, "I was just worried that you didn't hear me."

Qin Huan was laughing so happily, with a hint of gloating in his smile.

"Hahahahahaha, he's not afraid of you, he's just afraid of ropes after being bitten by a snake once."

“Hahahahahahaha.”

Song Linye looked over with a cold look, "What are you arguing about? Have you laughed enough? If not, do you think I should honk my horn at you?"

Qin Huan hid behind Song Yan proudly, looking at Song Linye with provocative eyes.

It's like saying, what can you do to me?

Uncle Nian gave each of the four people a small cart.

"Your task today is to put these mud bricks into the kiln."

""

so much

Song Yan's eyes widened. They were human beings, not donkeys in the production team.

I don’t know what Song Yan is thinking.

Seeing that they were silent, he said, "If no one objects, then work hard. I'll give you food when you're done."

The four of them nodded stiffly, "That's one thing, but what if we don't finish it? We won't have anything to eat."

Uncle Nian happened to hear this sentence and suddenly spoke out from the side.

"Yeah, so do it well."

“…”

Song Yan's face was full of resistance. Could he not do it?

They asked someone for another small car. Song Linye took Lu Xingyan, and Qin Huan followed Song Yan, forming a group of two.

Song Linye watched Lu Xingyan carrying four, five, six, or seven bricks in a short while, his brows furrowed. He raised his hand to stop Lu Xingyan, "That's enough. Get up and I'll carry it. You drive when the time comes."