Suddenly, a few curses sounded in the quiet night, "Fuck!"

It sounds a bit familiar, it should be Niu Er and the others who are bad.

Perhaps because they were afraid that people would find out, they quickly shut up, and then the sound of footsteps sounded from near to far, and finally there was no sound.

Song Tingfan was very angry and his lips were almost bitten, but he didn't want his sister-in-law to be afraid. He comforted him with a strong and calm attitude, "Sister-in-law, it's okay, go to bed."

Finally, I added, "Sister-in-law, don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid if I have my uncle here."

Lin Qiao wanted to say that she was more afraid of him. She was so worried that the timid skin who slid over the wall was endless compared to the tormenting villains.

A simple sentence made Song Tingfan feel a little dependence, as if he had used it a little. He firmly said: "Sister-in-law, I will protect you."

After saying that, he was afraid that she would not believe it, and said, "Really."

"I believe in my uncle."

Lin Qiao's lack of hesitation made Song Tingfan a little happy, and the anger in her heart dissipated a little.

According to the low voice just now, the sleeping person should not hear it. Lin Qiao asked, "Uncle, are you not sleeping yet? What are you doing?"

The boy began to stutter, "I...I...Go to the cottage."

He didn't want his sister-in-law to know that he was doing this at night.

The villain always likes to stutter when he lied, and would definitely blush if he was daytime. Lin Qiao couldn't bear to guess him anymore and reminded him, "Go to bed early and study tomorrow."

"Okay." Song Tingfan responded obediently.

...

At the moment of Mao, the sky was still dark, and the slight wind was filled with a hint of coolness.

The woman rubbed her arms towards the kitchen. After a while, the kitchen was lit up, and the woman's shadow swayed back and forth, as if she was busy.

About two quarters of an hour later, the door of the yard was pushed open from the outside to the inside.

Lin Qiao heard the sound and came out with a spatula in her hand. It was already a lot brighter now. The boy was carrying a bucket of water and putting a handful of wild chrysanthemums on her waist. She was stunned for a moment.

"Uncle, have you been up for a long time?"

"It's not long."

Song Tingfan got up very early, watered all the land at home, and then waited a little light, and went to the back mountain to see the hunting cave.

He put down the bucket, took the wild chrysanthemum around his waist, and said carefully: "Sister-in-law, do you want me to plug it in for you?"

"Okay, my uncle helped me change the water."

There was a "sizzling" sound in the pot, and Lin Qiao didn't say much, and hurried into the kitchen with a spatula.

"good."

When Song Tingfan was about to step into his sister-in-law's house, he retreated again, scraped mud on the threshold, and then entered the house.

I don’t know if it’s because of the flower arrangement, but the room is a bit fragrant.

Because of the past, he didn't dare to look around, so he took the clay pot and went out to change the water and arranged flowers. Finally, he sprinkled less than the water on the surface of the wild chrysanthemum.

"My uncle, it's time to eat."

Lin Qiao came out of the kitchen with the food. Song Tingfan looked over, immediately put down the clay pot and ran over to pick it up.

He sniffed, looking like a child, "Sister-in-law, it smells so good."

"If you like it, eat more and fry a lot." Lin Qiao smiled, turned around and went to get the chopsticks again.

Song Tingfan put down the vegetables and took the flowers into his sister-in-law's house. Then he returned to the main hall, "Sister-in-law."

Seeing that he was just shouting, Lin Qiao didn't reply to him. She smiled and handed him the chopsticks, "Uncle, eat quickly, I'm going to study later."

It's not too early, and it's only two quarters of an hour after the hour of Mao.

"good."

Song Tingfan glanced at her, raised his hand and picked up a chopstick of meat for her, probably because he was afraid that she would dislike her, and his eyes were a little cautious.

Lin Qiao pretended not to notice, so she raised her hand and picked up a chopstick for him, then ate a bite of the dish.

Song Tingfan grinned and started eating. While eating, he said, "Sister-in-law, watered the ground."

"Don't water it anymore, sister-in-law has time to water it after eating."

Lin Qiao took a sip of porridge, looked at him, and then jokingly said, "Uncle, you have to sleep more to grow taller."

Although Song Tingfan was simple, he knew a lot of things. He knew that his sister-in-law was lying to him, but he still nodded obediently.

It was already bright outside and the temperature was getting higher. Noisy cicadas came from somewhere. Then the chickens and dogs barked, and the village suddenly became lively.

The voice from next door came as usual, "Boss, you are still sleeping! The pigs are chirping!"

On this side, Lin Qiao packed the bowls and chopsticks into the pot. Yu Guang saw that Song Tingfan was about to go out and hurriedly said, "Uncle, I'll give it to you."

On the first day of school, I must be a little unfamiliar. As a villain, he must give away his children.

"Sister-in-law, no need, I'll go by myself." Song Tingfan didn't want her to come back later, so he shook his head and refused.

"I'm afraid my sister-in-law will embarrass you?" Lin Qiao laughed and teased.

Song Tingfan waved his hand quickly and said hurriedly: "Sister-in-law, no, I don't think my sister-in-law is embarrassed."

"I'm afraid my sister-in-law is hot."

"Not hot." Lin Qiao touched his head to comfort her.

It was probably the school in the village, and there were not many adults who gave them children. The Lin family was Lin Wu who gave them two children.

Lin Ping, Lin An saw Lin Qiao smiling and shouting, "Auntie."

Lin Qiao responded with a smile, then looked at Lin Wu's "Second Sister-in-law."

Lin Wu's recent change of view on her was not as cold as before. She glanced at Song Tingfan, "Tingfan is also studying?"

She felt that Song Tingfan was twelve years old and could go out to work, and there was no need to study.

Moreover, the Song family is already very poor, and they are even poorer after studying.

If she hadn't known that Lin Qiao owed tuition, she would have thought it was the money given by her mother-in-law.

Lin Qiao understood what she meant, and Song Tingfan also understood. He lowered his head and pinched the corners of his clothes a few times.

Suddenly someone touched his head, and he raised his eyes and met his pretty face. Her eyes seemed very doting.

sister in law.

She said, "Yes, Tingfan is still young."

After saying that, Lin Qiao signaled Song Tingfan to enter the school, "Uncle, read it well."

A warm feeling rose in Song Tingfan's heart. He let go of the corner of his clothes, nodded obediently, and waved his hand, "Sister-in-law, go home."

He went in, but Lin Qiao didn't leave either. Some women and men didn't leave like her. They probably wanted to see how their children were studying.

It was almost time for Cheng Sheng to come with a book and a ruler. He nodded slightly and then entered the school. "Last time I taught the Thousand Characters, I will recite them first. I will start with the mysterious yellow heaven and earth, and the vast universe..."

Suddenly, he recited unevenly, "The heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, the universe is vast and vast..."

Lin Qiao looked at the boy who was about to finish the last sentence, and read the first two sentences, but she couldn't keep up with her, and she looked a little panicked and helpless.

He might have glanced outside the door accidentally, and the two of them had their eyes met. She waved her hand gently and told him not to panic, it was okay.

After a while, she turned around and left when she saw that he was at a loss at first.

She went to take a look at the vegetable field, pulled a few wild vegetables from the fish that had missed the net, and stayed for half a quarter of an hour before returning home.

When she passed by the courtyard wall, she saw the slag that Song Tingfan had fallen last night. She paused for a moment, then looked up at the courtyard wall.

The courtyard wall is actually not low in the village, but it can’t resist these bad people wanting to climb.

There are so many troubles in front of the widow, so that's probably how it came about.

Alas, this Widow Song has a lot of messes.
Chapter completed!