Chapter 1111 Chu Song's weird attitude
Chu Song pretended to be lost in thought, his expression showing a struggle for a long time before he asked, "If, I mean if, if I really did trick that person into going to the cornfield, who should break my legs, or that person's legs?"
Ye Xiuzhi: “…”
"Mom, when you hit someone else, don't hit me."
After saying this, without waiting for Ye Xiuzhi to react, she nodded in agreement, saying, "He lied to me, which shows he's a corrupt person with no conscience or moral integrity. He was deceived by me, which shows he's not only stupid, but also lacks self-respect."
"No matter what, it's his fault."
Ye Xiuzhi felt that sooner or later she would be driven to insanity by this anger, and she opened her mouth to curse, but when she saw Shui Lingling's daughter, she strangely felt that what she said was not too wrong...
Well, at least, there is some truth to it, though not much.
"Don't talk to me about this nonsense and heresy!"
Of course, even if Ye Xiuzhi was led to agree in her heart, she would never show it openly.
She scolded the man harshly, and like a mother wolf protecting her cubs, she sent away those who were eager to play with Chu Song.
"Don't make friends with bad people, okay? Look, you've learned bad things from them."
Chu Song: "...I understand."
As a mother, she would never think too badly of her own child, so Ye Xiuzhi went against her conscience and believed that it was someone outside who had corrupted her child.
"Well, just be obedient. Now go play by yourself."
Ye Xiuzhi took out a handful of roasted melon seeds and peanuts from her pocket. She had saved them for the movie. Chu Song took out another handful from her pocket and said sweetly, "Thank you, Mom!"
Ye Xiuzhi waved her hand impatiently to drive them away.
Seeing that Chu Song had regained his "freedom", several of his friends gathered around him, some of whom had come all the way from the next village. They chattered and Chu Song was surrounded in the center.
"I don't know what movie to watch tonight."
"It seems like an underground war!"
"It's boring. Not as good as the foreign film we watched last time in the city, don't you think? Xianxian."
Several people's eyes fell on Chu Song. She was sitting with her legs crossed, cracking melon seeds intermittently. It wasn't a very elegant movement, but she made it look inexplicably cool and elegant.
"uh-huh."
Chu Song put down his legs, stretched, and then nodded slowly, "Yes, watching movies is so boring, why not do something interesting."
"What's interesting?"
Chu Song smiled and hooked his finger: "Come here, I'll tell you."
The round-faced girl to her right leaned over curiously. Li Qingye was the youngest of the group. Chu Song thrust a piece of chocolate into her hand and said, "It's a secret. It's an adult matter. Children shouldn't hear it."
"...If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. Who is the child?!" He stopped talking and stared blankly with his eyes. Because the chocolate was so delicious, she couldn't bear to open her mouth.
Chu Song generously distributed snacks to everyone. She was good at eating and playing, so it was no wonder that her peers from all over the place were willing to hang out with her and let her be the boss.
Follow the right team, and the boss will have a bite of meat, and they will have a sip of soup.
However, they had not been sitting there for long before the boss's biggest "little brother" shamelessly followed them.
"Xianxian~" Liang Jiayao said with a smile.
Although he didn't live in the village, he was stupid, rich, and had a lot of spies, so he could tell what was happening in the village from him. When he heard that an open-air movie was going to be shown at the village entrance, he rushed over early in the morning.
Chu Song would not miss this kind of excitement, and it was even more impossible for him to miss it.
Chu Song: "From now on, you might as well just live in the village so you don't have to run back and forth."
Liang Jiayao didn't hear the sarcasm in his voice. Instead, he felt that Chu Song felt sorry for him. His smile became even brighter. "I've thought about it too. Isn't there an abandoned old house to the east? I thought about renovating it and moving in, but Aunt Ye...ah."
Ye Xiuzhi was wary of him as if he were a wolf. Liang Jiayao felt scared the moment he saw her, like a mouse seeing a cat.
Chu Song: “…”
"Hey, are you stupid?"
Liang Jiayao turned his head in confusion. Qing Ye didn't wait for him to speak and continued, "Sister Xianxian means that you are like a dog-skin plaster. You are everywhere, and I am annoyed by you." After saying this, she didn't forget to add a disdainful blow, "You are not really an idiot, are you?"
"You, you, you, I..." Liang Jiayao glared at him, clenching his fists in anger, "Don't be so arrogant, don't think I dare not hit you!"
Chu Song patted his head and said, "Children's words are innocent. Look at you, why are you arguing with a child?"
Qingye: "Yeah, you're so old, and you're still arguing with a kid like me."
"Old?!" Liang Jiayao's face turned pale. He was extremely sensitive about age. "Don't spread rumors. How am I old?"
"You are five years older than me, aren't you old?"
Liang Jiayao gritted his teeth. It was a fact that he was five years older, and he couldn't refute it. "Forget it, I won't argue with this little brat."
Qing Ye chuckled, "When you get old, Sister Xianxian will get rid of you. I'm going to introduce my cousin to Sister Xianxian."
Liang Jiayao: "... a toad wants to eat swan flesh. Is your cousin as good-looking as me? Can he be as pretty as me? I put on pearl powder every day to make my skin whiter?"
"Giorgio!"
"Oh, as long as he's whiter than your cousin."
Qingye choked and glared at the man hatefully, not understanding what was so good about him.
Not worthy of Sister Xianxian at all.
Killing one thousand enemies but losing eight hundred of his own, Liang Jiayao was a little depressed because he found that Chu Song was just watching the show the whole time and the only time he spoke was to speak up for Li Qingye.
No pity for him at all.
Fortunately, except for Li Qingye, everyone else was very self-aware and left on their own accord to give the two of them some private space. They even pulled Li Qingye away before leaving.
Liang Jiayao asked awkwardly, "Tell me, am I the best-looking, most handsome, and most elegant man in your heart?"
Chu Song: "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
After hearing what he said, Liang Jiayao felt a chill in his heart. "Of course it's true!"
"yes."
"real?!"
"Fake."
"Is this a lie?"
"real."
Liang Jiayao stared at the person with resentment. He was already confused, and then he realized what was true and what was false. He felt that he was being teased like a puppy.
But she was still willing to joke with him, because no matter what, he was in her heart.
Liang Jiayao felt relieved again and began to whisper in her ear: "Actually, I just suffered from the disadvantages of the times. My appearance is not popular now. They don't understand you, but I know you are different from them."
After saying that, he pretended to be profound and turned his head to look at the moon in the sky. He still looked better from the side.
Chu Song: "Stop posing. I'll get tired of you if you keep doing it at this angle."
Liang Jiayao's face flushed, and he turned away awkwardly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lu Minglin approaching with such tactlessness that his face immediately darkened.
I was careless. The clothes he wore today seemed to be outdone by others.
"Xianxian." Lu Minglin walked over with a smile. It was summer, and he didn't know what his physical condition was, but he was still wearing a white shirt. Although he had an elegant temperament, he looked really hot.
Compared with Cen Zimu, who was standing next to him, fanning himself with a large palm-leaf fan and wearing a vest, as if he didn't want to wear any clothes, the two of them were simply not in the same season.
Lu Minglin: "I brought you some sour plum soup. Try it. Don't worry, it's a clean cup."
Chu Song took it and was surprised when he got it in his hand. It was cold to the touch. "It's actually ice. Where did you get the ice?"
"I asked someone to bring some ice cubes over. Drinking frozen sour plum soup in the summer is very refreshing. You can try it."
Chu Song was not stupid either. On the contrary, she was quite clever. Seeing that although Lu Minglin pretended to be reserved, he could not hide the eager anticipation in his eyes, she immediately understood.
"Is this the sour plum soup you made?"
She took a sip and didn't taste anything special, just the ordinary taste of sour plum soup. But because it was frozen, it did help to relieve the heat.
Lu Minglin: "How does it taste?"
Chu Song spoke frankly: "It's just okay."
Lu Minglin: “…”
He originally planned to act according to circumstances. If Chu Song thought it tasted good, he would admit that he had specially brewed it. If he didn't like it, he would put the blame on Cen Zimu.
Liang Jiayao was in a good mood after hearing this: "Well, if your skills are average, then don't embarrass yourself by showing off."
Lu Minglin didn't show his emotion on his face. He turned around and said in a gentle tone, handing the sour plum soup he had prepared for Ye Xiuzhi to Liang Jiayao, "Try it. Do you have any suggestions?"
Liang Jiayao: "...Are you sick? Prepare it for me. I won't drink yours even if I die of thirst."
"Why are you so hostile to me? My original intention was just to improve my craft. I made this especially for Xianxian. She likes it, which is most important." He added meaningfully, "Summer is still long, and I still have many opportunities."
Liang Jiayao was too lazy to listen to his chatter and replied simply and rudely: "Get lost!"
Chu Song: "How can you talk like that? Can you learn from Brother Lu? Look at his style, then look at yourself."
"He obviously said that on purpose. He's trying to sow discord between us. Mr. Lu, stop trying to sow discord here!"
Lu Minglin was helpless: "If you think so, I can't help it."
Chu Song frowned, "I didn't see how Brother Lu was trying to sow discord. I only saw your petty side. Actually, you should call Brother Lu 'brother'. Don't you know how to be polite?"
Lu Minglin: "It doesn't matter. I don't care about it."
He didn't want to hear this word from Liang Jiayao's mouth, as it made him sound old.
If looks could kill, Liang Jiayao's glare would kill Lu Minglin without a burial place.
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