Song Shiting rode his bicycle, holding an umbrella in one hand, and came up to her.
Fan Aihua stared wide-eyed at Song Shiting.
Ruan Qingling frowned.
Is he not afraid of death?
You still dare to open an umbrella?
Song Shiting saw that Ruan Qingling's face was filled with anger.
He reached out and handed the umbrella to Ruan Qingling: "You take it."
Ruan Qingling had no choice but to accept it.
Or should we just let him stuff himself to death?
Ruan Qingling sat in the back, holding the umbrella tightly.
The rain was quite heavy, and a lot of rainwater sprayed onto her face.
However, looking at the man's strong back, her mood inexplicably improved.
Song Shiting said, "Let's go pick up Ya Ya."
Ruan Qingling replied, "Mm."
Raindrops pattered against the large black umbrella, making a "plop plop" sound.
She should have spoken softly, but she actually managed to cover her voice completely.
Song Shiting didn't hear it and thought she was still angry.
The two of them shared one umbrella, which only covered the top of his head, but the rain still pelted his face relentlessly.
Song Shiting stood up straight.
It was as if they wanted to shelter her from the wind and rain.
Aunt Lan saw the couple come to pick up Ya Ya together and said that the couple had a good relationship.
"You two are so loving!"
Ruan Qingling simply smiled slightly.
He reached out and took Yaya from her.
Aunt Lan took Wu Jiajia's raincoat and put it on Ya Ya.
The little guy was wrapped up very warmly.
She is happy as soon as she sees her parents.
It was the first time she had seen her father and mother come to pick her up together, so she was so excited that she danced with joy.
Song Shiting's clothes were already soaked.
Ruan Qingling returned home, frowned, and said directly, "Take off your clothes."
Caught off guard, Song Shiting looked at Ruan Qingling.
Ruan Qingling then realized that she had fast-forwarded.
"Your clothes are wet, so the gauze on the wound needs to be changed."
Song Shiting said, "The wound area isn't wet."
He took off his shirt.
The wound was wrapped in a transparent bag, which looked a bit comical, but it really didn't get wet.
Ruan Qingling then took Ya Ya's raincoat off and put her in the stroller.
Looking back at the table, I saw plates, but they were all covered.
Song Shiting said, "I've already cooked half of it and left. There's only one more dish left to cook."
He was shirtless, exuding a wild, masculine beauty.
They were already walking towards the stove.
Ruan Qingling said, "I'll do it."
Just as she reached out to pick up the shovel, Song Shiting's hand reached out and immediately grasped her small hand.
Song Shiting stopped as if he had been electrocuted.
Ruan Qingling looked at his hands, which hung down as if they had nowhere to go.
I feel like laughing for no reason.
"I'll cook it."
When you're in a good mood, everything feels good.
The last rapeseed.
Ruan Qingling likes to add pork cracklings when she cooks.
The food will taste better.
A dish was placed on the table.
Song Shiting changed his clothes and also prepared the food.
Ya Ya, like a tomboy, has already drunk half a bottle of soup.
Ruan Qingling sat down to eat, while Ya Ya played by herself on the side.
Song Shiting told her to play by herself for a while and he would feed her later.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
Ruan Qingling glanced at Song Shiting.
The rain had stopped, and Song Meili's voice could be heard from outside.
Song Meili arrived, this time with a man following behind her.
Song Shiting remained silent.
Song Meili continued to call out, "Third Brother, open the door, Second Brother is here."
Song Lao Er?
Ruan Qingling had never seen this person before.
Song Shiting then got up, went outside, and opened the door.
There were indeed two people standing at the door.
Song Shirong said, "Third brother."
Song Shiting asked, "Second brother, when are you coming back?"
He didn't call him Third Brother!
Song Shirong, holding a black umbrella, frowned slightly and said slowly, "Third brother, you don't even recognize your own brother anymore?"
Song Shiting said, "I don't deny it, it's good that you're back."
Song Shirong said, "I just arrived. I heard you were in town, so I came over. Let's go out for a meal."
Is this an attempt to strengthen brotherhood right from the start?
Song Shiting nodded, but said, "Wait a moment."
He came back and told Ruan Qingling.
"The second son is back, so I'm going out to eat with him."
He didn't intend to let Ruan Qingling go out with him.
Ya Ya is still young, and on the other hand, I really don't want Ruan Qingling to have too much contact with Song Lao Er.
Ruan Qingling nodded, glanced at him, and said, "You can't drink alcohol."
Song Shiting nodded.
Song Meili thought Song Shiting had gone back to call Ruan Qingling to come over together, and her lips were pouting.
Then, upon seeing Song Shiting come out alone, he immediately became happy.
Hmph!
See? We're still family.
My second brother is back.
Third Brother didn't dare bring Ruan Qingling out!
She glanced inside and raised her voice, saying, "Third Brother, why didn't you bring Third Sister-in-law along?"
Song Shirong also said, "Let's go together."
Song Shiting said, "No need, she's full."
Song Shirong said, "I haven't met your sister-in-law yet. If you don't bring her along to dinner, I'll never get to see her."
Song Shiting asked, "Have you prepared red envelopes?"
Want to see people without a red envelope?
Song Shirong really didn't prepare any red envelopes.
That's the custom in Songjia'ao. When they got married, Song Shirong didn't come back, so Ruan Qingling hadn't received the red envelope yet.
Song Meili snorted and said, "Third brother, you're bullying second brother. Someone like third sister-in-law has no right to take my second brother's red envelope."
Song Shiting looked at Song Meili with a cool gaze.
Song Meili quickly sought help from Song Lao Er.
"Second brother, did you see that? Third brother is like that."
Song Shirong, as if he couldn't see anything, said, "Let's go eat first."
The three of them then walked away together.
Song Shiting held up an umbrella and tried to walk slowly.
Song Shirong asked, "How are you feeling in town now?"
Song Shiting's voice was calm: "It's alright."
Song Shirong then fell silent.
Until they found a small stir-fry restaurant.
Song Shirong went in and ordered three bowls of rice, four dishes, and a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor).
Song Shiting directly stated that he couldn't drink alcohol.
Song Shirong looked at him in surprise: "Why can't you drink it?"
Song Shiting said expressionlessly, "You're injured."
Song Shirong glanced at him and sighed like an old cadre: "Whether in the army or in criminal investigation, it's just as dangerous. Getting injured is commonplace for us."
Song Shiting remained silent.
Song Meili fawned, "Second Brother, does that mean powerful people never get hurt?"
Look, they both joined the army, but the second brother is doing much better than the third brother.
He was clean and uninjured.
Third Brother looks like a pig in the mud, covered in scars.
Therefore, she felt that her second brother must be more capable.
Song Shirong smiled slightly and said, "You can't say such things in front of your third brother."
As he spoke, he sighed to Song Shiting, "We were all young and immature before, which is why we argued every day. But now it's all better. We've all grown up and become more sensible."
He began to lay the groundwork.
Song Meili looked worried: "Second brother, the past is the past. In the past, third brother could still see his younger sister, but now third brother can't see me. Look, I live here all alone, without any relatives. I feel so sad."
Song Shirong had a square face, like Song Shoushan, and spoke in a very formal and methodical manner.
She looked at Song Shiting and said, "No matter what happens outside, we are still family. It would be too embarrassing for others to laugh at us if we made a fool of ourselves in public."
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