"Then I'll send this thing over some other day?" Song Songbai didn't have any obsession with this thing. Anyway, he was pretty good at it.
Although it is now in An An's space, they cannot take it out directly. Which good person would carry this thing for no reason?
"I won't take yours for free." Uncle Zhang coughed again, expressing his embarrassment.
"It's okay." Song Songbai smiled, "It's useless for us to keep it."
This kid is quite annoying.
Look at what this says.
Uncle Zhang thought to himself, he didn't know if the situation would be different at that time.
Seeing that they seemed to have stopped talking, Zhou Yian took out a cup of brewed malted milk and said, "Uncle Zhang, this is for you."
She still has the spirit of respecting the elderly and loving the young.
"It's okay to pour it for me, but why don't you pour a cup for yourself too?" Uncle Zhang didn't say it, but he was very happy in his heart.
"I have something to drink." Zhou Yian raised his military canteen and sat down again.
"Let's continue chatting when we have time. I still have a lot to say." Uncle Zhang looked at her military water bottle and took a sip of malted milk.
"If you're free, let's chat." Zhou Yian accepted everyone who came, it was just a chat.
It felt like nothing was wrong. Zhou Yian also enjoyed chatting with Uncle Zhang. Those things were about a world she had never seen before.
War, unrest, friendship, and faith.
"I'll just chat with Uncle Zhang," Zhou Yian looked at Song Songbai, "If you find it boring, you can go do your own thing."
Otherwise, Song Songbai would just stay here with nothing to do.
If it were just now, Song Songbai would still be a little worried, but now it seems that it is nothing.
"Then I do have something to do, so I'll come pick up An An later," Song Songbai stood up, "Uncle Zhang, I'll come later today."
"Okay." Zhou Yian smiled and waved at him as he sat down. "Then go ahead and get busy."
"Go ahead," Uncle Zhang nodded, "Just go and do it if you have something to do."
Song Songbai looked at the old man and the child lying and sitting, and was silent for a moment. He felt a little impatient for them to leave.
"Brother Song, don't forget to pick me up after you finish your work." Zhou Yian added, otherwise wouldn't she have to walk back?
"I know, I won't forget it." Song Songbai softened when he heard this.
After watching the people leave, Zhou Yian put the notebook on his knees and prepared to start recording the conversation.
"It's not convenient to write like this," Uncle Zhang took a look and stood up to let her go into the house to get a table.
"No need for that," Zhou Yian pretended to be polite.
Uncle Zhang also replied, "Don't be polite, just wait."
Just wait and see.
Zhou Yian was outside alone, so he started calling the dog, "Ah Huang, come here, come here and let me pet you."
Ah Huang heard someone calling and slowly came over.
"You are so good." Zhou Yian touched the dog's head, and Ah Huang kept moving towards her hand.
Zhou Yian herself wants to raise a dog so that she can play with it when she is free and it can protect her when something happens.
Unfortunately, in rural areas, raising a dog is too conspicuous. If you really raise a dog, it may be stolen or poisoned by others.
Zhou Yian thought he could not bear this blow.
I can only rub the dog twice more fiercely.
Uncle Zhang is well-fed, fat and strong, with a shiny and smooth complexion.
"Hey, hey." Uncle Zhang found a small table from somewhere and put it in front. "Be careful not to make Ah Huang bald."
Uncle Zhang was a little worried about the force.
"Haha, I know, I know." Zhou Yian withdrew her hand guiltily. She just took advantage of Ah Huang's good temper to touch the fur and made it a mess.
After hearing what Uncle Zhang said, I used my fingers as a comb to tidy up its hair.
Uncle Zhang even specially took some biscuits and fruits and put them on the table.
Leisurely writing, chatting, eating fruit and petting the dog.
Zhou Yian felt that this was his dream retirement life.
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