Seeing the child, Song Rushuang fell into a brief silence.
Not for anything else.
The child that Aunt Dong said was about the same age as her was actually just a child.
Song Rushuang looked at it and thought that there were at most twelve, no more.
She looked at Aunt Dong with a mixture of laughter and tears:
"Auntie, your child is only twelve years old at most. You are so careless. A child so young has already started worrying about the major events in his life."
Song Rushuang couldn't help laughing when she said this.
Aunt Dong was the first person to introduce her to a matchmaker.
Although there was a bit of selfishness in it, Song Rushuang felt a little awkward when she first said it.
Until now, I just can't help laughing.
When placed next to a child, Song Rushuang felt that whenever her name was next to someone else's, she would inexplicably have a sense of being vulgar.
It's really surprising.
Aunt Dong didn't show any sign of joking.
"Xiao Ni, I'm really not kidding you. I think you're only about fifteen or sixteen, you two are about the same age."
"You're always joking. I'm seventeen years old, at least five or six years older than you."
"Six years old is good. Three years old is one gold brick, six years old is two!"
Song Rushuang choked.
She looked at Aunt Dong and saw that she was really very happy.
Song Rushuang always knows how to read people's hearts. She can usually tell whether someone is pretending or not at a glance.
Aunt Dong was as happy as if she had really found two gold bricks.
Song Rushuang burst out laughing.
"Your thinking is outdated now. It depends on the child's own wishes. Are you still going to force a deal on them?"
Song Rushuang said this with a smile, it was just a joke.
Aunt Dong could naturally hear it as well.
She quickly looked at her son.
After noticing that there was another person in the house, the child immediately hid behind the bookcase, not daring to show even half of his head.
"Nianzi, what are you hiding for? Come and say hello to your sister!"
The child became more and more embarrassed and kept shrinking inside.
To him, Song Rushuang is now like a man-eating tiger.
Song Rushuang laughed too much, and her cheeks were a little stiff.
This was not what Song Rushuang wanted.
She certainly didn't intend to scare the child.
"Look, Nianzai doesn't want to do this. Don't be ridiculous. Don't really scare him."
Song Rushuang's voice was very calm.
Perhaps it touched something in Dong Xiaonian's heart, and he was a little nervous and stretched out half of his head to look.
It was not until now that I had time to really see what Song Rushuang looked like.
Just one glance and Dong Xiaonian's little face immediately turned red like a big apple.
He suddenly looked at Song Rushuang in a daze, and he didn't even seem to notice when his mother pulled him out from behind the bookcase.
Until Aunt Dong smiled and teased Song Rushuang:
"Haha, this silly boy probably didn't even glance at you just now and just hid himself."
Dong Xiaonian, the silly boy, suddenly came to his senses, his eyes fell directly on Song Rushuang, and his face turned even redder.
He was running around in a panic.
He suddenly stepped on something and lost his way. All he could hear in the room was a bang.
Dong Xiaonian squatted on the ground, covering his nose.
The child didn't say a word, but his trembling body probably explained very well how much pain he was in.
Aunt Dong felt both distressed and a little amused.
"Why are you hiding? Isn't my sister pretty?"
Dong Xiaonian immediately retorted: "Sister is very beautiful!"
Song Rushuang smiled kindly, and Dong Xiaonian immediately hid half of his body.
Song Rushuang clearly experienced from him what it meant to panic, as if avoiding snakes and scorpions.
"Auntie, please stop scaring the children."
Because Dong Xiaonian was so shy, even Aunt Dong herself felt a little uncomfortable with it.
Therefore, even if she really wanted to make this happen, her child was really not doing well, so it was not appropriate to force a sale.
Dong Xiaonian will probably regret it later.
After all, Song Rushuang was indeed the most beautiful person he had ever seen. If he had a wife like her, he would probably wake up laughing in his dreams.
As for how you will regret it later, that is all in the future.
There is one thing that Song Rushuang was absolutely right about.
A twelve-year-old child's impression of people is that they are good-looking, nothing more.
Aunt Dong saw that there was no hope for matchmaking, so she said to Song Rushuang:
"Xiao Ni, what's your name?"
Song Rushuang thought for a moment, then said softly, "My name is Mingruan, you can just call me that."
"Oh, that's a nice name. How about I call you Xiaoruan?"
"You can call me anything you want."
It’s not her original name, so it doesn’t matter what she’s called.
As for when Aunt Dong finds out her real name, she will find a reasonable explanation.
Now is not the time to worry about that.
"Well, the rain won't stop anytime soon, so you should just rest at home. I'll go make you some dinner. Warm up some spicy soup first. It's better to avoid catching a cold."
Song Rushuang stood up quickly:
"Then I'll go with you."
Aunt Dong quickly stopped her:
"Why are you going? You have such delicate hands, how can you do such rough work?"
Song Rushuang wanted to say that she had probably done more rough work than Aunt Dong.
After all, in terms of age, they are actually of the same generation.
However, Aunt Dong did not give Song Rushuang this opportunity.
She was very decisive and went to cook in a hurry.
For a moment, only Song Rushuang was left in the room, oh, and little Dong Xiaonian who was sitting behind the bookcase.
Song Rushuang took the initiative to sit back in her original position and gave up the seat at the door to Dong Xiaonian.
After waiting for a while, I found that Dong Xiaonian had no intention of moving.
Song Rushuang thought for a moment before slowly speaking:
"Nianzi, your mother was just joking with you. I'm not a bad person and won't hurt you. This is your home and no one can do anything to you."
Dong Xiaonian hesitated for a long time before finally sticking his head out.
He said embarrassedly:
"No, no... Xiaonian doesn't think my sister is a bad person..."
He didn't even dare to look at Song Rushuang.
The shyest person Song Rushuang has ever met in her life is probably the little guy Dong Xiaonian.
Although it's still because of her looks.
There are countless people who think she is pretty. It’s not that Song Rushuang is narcissistic, but it’s really not good. At least among the people she has met, she can’t count them on one hand.
"If you don't think so, then come sit over here."
Song Rushuang couldn't help but want to laugh.
She came to someone's home as a guest, but she ended up sitting more comfortably than anyone else.
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