Song Yaohua: "I can be very unpleasant to talk to. If you don't like what I say, then get out of my house."
Zhou Zan's main strength is his thick skin.
"Considering that you are Xingxing's second brother, and will be my second brother in the future, I won't hold it against you."
Having said that, he strode forward.
Song Yaohua was so angry that he kicked a small stone on the side of the road.
"This person is so shameless, you can't get rid of him no matter how much you scold him."
Zhou Zan spotted Song Fanxing from afar.
She was wearing a red and black plaid cotton-padded jacket and a bright red woolen knitted hat.
He rode his bicycle toward him.
Song Fanxing has porcelain-white skin, which makes her look even whiter in dark-colored clothes.
Zhou Zan grinned broadly and ran toward Song Fanxing.
Song Fanxing was startled by Zhou Zan's sudden appearance.
What brings you here?
"I thought of you, so I came."
His words were straightforward and blunt, coupled with the dazzling smile on his face.
Song Fanxing's heart pounded violently a few times.
I've never felt this way before.
She calmed down for a while, then stared blankly at the boy in the dazzling sunlight.
Fang Jie came up and was surprised to see Zhou Zan.
Song Darong told her to call Zhou Zan, and she didn't expect Zhou Zan to actually come.
"Xiao Zan, when did you arrive?"
"After a while, my uncle said that you had gone to the county town to buy New Year's goods, and that he had come to pick you up."
He looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression.
They didn't buy anything?
"Mom! Little sister!"
Song Yaohua ran over, panting.
He suspected Zhou Zan was a rabbit; how could he run so fast? He disappeared in no time.
Fang Jie hadn't seen her youngest son in a long time.
She hugged him and spoke intimately to him.
Song Fanxing called out "Second Brother" and then fell silent.
Zhou Zan took Song Fanxing's handlebars.
"Star, let me give you a ride."
Song Yaohua: "I'm giving you a ride, little sister. Aren't you fast? You keep running."
Fang Jie: "Yaohua, how can you say that? Let Xiaozan carry the stars, and you carry me."
Song Yaohua couldn't believe that even his mother was siding with Zhou Zan.
While Song Fanxing was still in a daze, Zhou Zan got on the bicycle, turned to her and said, "Get on."
Song Fanxing had a feeling that she was going to fall for Zhou Zan.
Do you reject this feeling?
It seems not.
She sat in the back seat and naturally tugged at Zhou Zan's sleeve.
As Zhou Zan rode his bicycle along the village road, his smile grew even brighter.
Song Yaohua said angrily, "Mom, do you know that Zhou Zan is eyeing my younger sister?"
"I know."
Zhou Zan's eyes were completely filled with her daughter, and her gaze was constantly fixed on her.
She's not blind, of course she can see it.
"Then why did you let him drive your sister? I should be the one driving your sister, and we should stop him from seeing her."
"Yaohua, I think Xiaozan is a good match for your sister. Don't cause trouble. Your father and I are very happy with Xiaozan as our son-in-law."
Song Yaohua looked utterly heartbroken.
They've gone mad, they've all gone mad...
Zhou Zan rode very slowly, and Song Yaohua, carrying Fang Jie, quickly overtook him.
Song Fanxing: "Zhou Zan, what kind of bike are you riding? You might as well get off and climb."
Zhou Zan smiled and said, "Can't you tell? I want to stay with you a little longer."
Song Fanxing's face turned red again.
Her heart, like that of an old maid, is easily swayed.
This brat just spouts sweet nothings without warning.
Hate!
When they arrived home, Fang Jie had already cooked dinner.
Song Yaohua stood at the door and glared fiercely at Zhou Zan.
Zhou Zan touched his nose, pretending not to see it.
He found himself becoming increasingly shameless in his pursuit of a wife.
That night, Zhou Zan was assigned to share a room with Song Yaohua.
Song Yaohua was annoyed by him, so he went inside and locked the door early.
Song Fanxing thought her second brother was too childish.
Zhou Zan silently sat down in the chair.
"Uncle, Aunt Fang, it's alright, I can fall asleep in the chair."
Fang Jie was heartbroken when she heard this.
They pounded on Song Yaohua's door.
"Yaohua, open the door!"
Song Fanxing looked at Zhou Zan in surprise; this kid was really something else.
They knew her parents wouldn't have the heart to do it.
Song Yaohua roared, "I won't open it!"
"Yaohua, how can you be so insensible? Open the door!"
Song Darong also joined in.
"Yaohua, don't make me beat you up."
Song Yaohua was heartbroken; his father was actually going to beat him up because of Zhou Zan.
Due to Song Dae-young's threat of force.
Song Yaohua eventually let Zhou Zan into the house.
Song Fanxing pressed herself against the wall to eavesdrop on the battle next door.
Song Yaohua didn't want Zhou Zan to sleep with him.
"You sleep on the floor."
"No, I'll catch a cold."
Zhou Zan stopped pretending and went straight to the bed.
Song Fanxing heard a loud commotion next door; the two must have been fighting.
It quieted down in no time.
Song Fanxing lay down to sleep.
She knew her second brother couldn't beat Zhou Zan.
In the end, we still had to compromise.
At this moment, Song Yaohua stared blankly at Zhou Zan lying on the bed.
I can't beat him, it's infuriating.
He lay down angrily and pushed Zhou Zan forcefully inside him.
Zhou Zan gave him half the space and then stopped moving.
If he doesn't give in, Song Yaohua can't push him.
The next morning, the family began slaughtering the pig for the New Year.
Zhou Zan was born in the capital and had never seen such a scene before, so he found it very novel.
Everyone in the entire residential compound came, crowding the courtyard.
It was incredibly lively.
Everyone pitched in to help.
They quickly prepared a large, fat pig weighing over 400 jin (approximately 200 kg).
As usual, Fang Jie sent half of the pork to the army canteen so that the canteen could use it to make New Year's Eve dinner for the soldiers.
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