Su Jin said, "Take more pictures and show them to those gossipy old women in our village when we get back."
Song Jingcheng suppressed a smile and said, "Okay, grandma, you pose by yourself."
Su Jin's face fell, and she earnestly taught Song Jingcheng: "Nowadays, boyfriends and husbands must know how to take pictures, so that they can be happy when traveling."
"Grandson-in-law who can't take pictures, minus points!"
Song Jingcheng quickly pointed to the sofa by the window and sincerely suggested: "Grandma, sit here, support your chin with one hand and look out the window."
Su Jin was satisfied and quickly followed Song Jingcheng's instructions to get into position.
"Wait a minute, I'll have them bring a glass of wine. A tall glass looks more elegant in photos. By the way, grandma, do you want red wine or white wine?"
Su Jin said, "Red wine. Those old ladies only know about red wine. They say that all the rich people on TV drink red wine."
"Photos meant for the poor have to look like those of the rich."
That makes sense.
Click, click, click, Song Jingcheng was busy like a top.
The three brothers of the Shen family sat together and saw Song Jingcheng serving Aunt Su like a vanguard. They all felt complicated for a moment.
The head of the Song family actually has this day.
When the plane was about to land, Shen He was woken up by Song Jingcheng. Seeing that Song Jingcheng was very silent, she asked him, "What's wrong with you?"
Song Jingcheng shared his experience with Chen He. After finishing, Song Jingcheng sighed: "Ladies who love taking pictures are so scary."
"Wife." Since getting married, Song Jingcheng likes to call Chen He.
He put his arm around Shen He's waist and asked her, "Do you like taking pictures?"
"Not only do I love taking pictures, I also have very high requirements for my photography skills." Chen He threatened Song Jingcheng: "I am scarier than grandma."
Song Jingcheng fell silent.
"You artists who create fine arts should have excellent aesthetic standards and should all know how to take photos."
"That's two different things." Paintbrushes don't have as many strange requirements as girls.
Chen He was in a good mood. She hugged Song Jingcheng and kissed him on the cheek. She said, "There is a kind of fruit on the mountain in my hometown. It will burst open in September and October. The fruit that bursts open naturally is very sweet."
"This time when we go back, I'll take you into the mountains to pick fruit. Oh, and since you like snake soup, I'll dig up a few more snake dens and catch some for you to eat."
"If you're lucky, you might even get a few nests of snake eggs."
Song Jingcheng: "...Are all the entertainment activities in the village so exciting?"
Destroy snake nests and take out snake eggs with bare hands?
Chen He nodded seriously and threatened Song Jingcheng, "Children in the mountains all grow up like this. By the way, any son-in-law who marries into our village must go into the mountains and catch a king cobra as a tribute to his parents-in-law."
"Do you have confidence?"
Song Jingcheng immediately exposed Chen He's lie, "Don't be ridiculous, your hometown is not where the king cobra lives."
"Speak again." Song Jingcheng tapped Chen He's forehead and said, "Don't scare me. When I was escaping death on the battlefield in Africa, you were still playing in the mud in the village."
Chen He almost forgot that Song Jingcheng had also touched a gun, shot an arrow, and walked through a hail of bullets.
As we chatted and laughed, the plane landed smoothly at Yucheng International Airport.
It was still early, so they took a bus directly back to the village.
Although the road back to the village was a wide cement road, the mountain road was winding, and by the time he arrived at the village, Shen Guanghui had vomited into a cripple.
On the other hand, Song Jingcheng was in high spirits and looked at the scenery along the way with great interest.
Uncle Zhang from next door knew that Su Jin and the others were coming back, so he cleaned Chen He's house in advance and invited them all to his home for dinner.
Su Jin had the best relationship with Uncle Zhang's family. They had lived as neighbors and helped each other over the years, so he didn't bother to be polite with them.
Su Jin brought this group of people and a bunch of gifts to visit Uncle Zhang's house.
When Uncle Zhang asked who these people were, Su Jin introduced them briefly. She pointed at Shen Guanghui and the other two and said, "These three are your uncle Zhenkun's three sons."
"Ah?" Uncle Zhang was stunned for a moment. He pointed at the oldest Shen Guanghui and said in surprise: "Then this is Brother Guanghui?"
Su Jin: "Yeah."
Uncle Zhang came over and held Shen Guanghui's hand. He said, "Brother Guanghui, I'm Dali. When we were little, we rolled through iron rings together. Do you remember?"
"We still have pictures of us riding wooden carts and rolling hoops together when we were little! But they're all damaged by insects."
Shen Guanghui had long forgotten Zhang Dali, but he remembered the wooden cart. "I still have a little impression."
Shen Guanghui said dryly: “I have to thank your family for taking care of my mother over the years.”
Hearing Shen Guanghui's call of "Mom", Su Jin's emotions remained unchanged.
She had no expectations for Shen Guanghui.
The fact that this son of a bitch was willing to go back to his hometown with him to be a witness only showed that he still had a little conscience.
Of course, maybe Shen Guanghui had no conscience at all, but was afraid of Shen He and Song Jingcheng's power, so he had no choice but to follow.
Zhang Dali exchanged a few words with Shen Guanghui, then looked at Song Jingcheng. "I know this guy, Mr. Song, Miaomiao's husband, right!"
"Zhang Bo told me on the phone last time that Miaomiao's boyfriend is a tall, good-looking, successful man!"
"He's a tall, good-looking kid indeed!"
Zhang Dali quickly took out a thick red envelope and handed it to Song Jingcheng, "Xiao Song, this is the wedding red envelope that your aunt and I prepared for you two. Take it quickly!"
The red envelope is very thick and contains a considerable amount of money.
I think it was also to thank Song Jingcheng for helping their granddaughter transfer to another hospital last time.
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