"I'm laughing...why am I laughing?"
Song Qingyuan said: "Nanfang, don't you think your old man looks a lot like Qiao Yicheng's father?"
Xiang Nanfang was puzzled: "What do you mean?"
"Their families are ranked one, two, three and four downwards. Your family is in the south and the other in the north. Fortunately, I only have you as my daughter. If there are more children, they will be in the east and the west."
Lin Yue and Xiang Nanfang smiled at each other, and Song Qingyuan's focus was always so strange.
At this time, the two passed by a toy stall. She squatted down, picked up a magnetic graffiti board and asked the price.
Song Qingyuan walked over, smelling of alcohol, and hooked Lin Yue's shoulder with his right hand: "How about it? We've gone round and round and are back to the starting point. I tell you, it's yours, you can't run away, it's not yours, you have to fight for it. No. Brother, I still say the same thing, you and Nanfang are a match made in heaven."
"what are you guys saying?"
Xiang Nannan raised his head and saw Song Qingyuan looking at him with a smile, his eyes full of amusement.
"Oh, I was discussing with him why you bought this. You don't have children at home."
"It's like this. The district is going to hold a cultural performance on New Year's Day. I think this is good, and I plan to buy some and give them to the children in the art troupe as souvenirs after the performance."
"Look, look, I'm caring, responsible, smart and capable, am I the same as you?"
This sentence was said to Lin Yue.
"Okay, come on, you talk nonsense every time you drink too much."
Lin Yue pushed Song Qingyuan, and he staggered forward, muttering something, "Walking in all directions, the road is long and long, and one village after another is confused..."
Xiang Nanfang said: "Old Song is like this. Even though he can't drink in bars, he still refuses to accept it. He always strives to be the first. What he says is that the amount of alcohol he drinks depends on his mood."
"I didn't expect you to be such a drinker. Those few glasses of wine were... almost half a catty, right?"
"In this matter, they all said that I followed my father." Xiang Nanfang tilted his neck and glanced at him: "You are quite good at drinking, and you are not even drunk at all."
"Maybe I got it from practicing in Beijing over the past few years."
"By the way, I heard from Lao Song that you resigned this time because you were chased and injured by those who violated the law during an unannounced visit, and you often received death threats."
"That's right."
"Then your injury...is it okay?"
"It's nothing serious. It's just a dislocated joint. I went to the doctor to straighten the bones and applied a little safflower oil. It's almost healed."
When Xiang Nanfang heard about it, his slightly frowning eyebrows relaxed: "It's better to go back to Nanjing. At least it will be safer."
Pa~
At this time, there was a strange sound coming from the front. It was Song Qingyuan who crushed an empty can.
Xiang Nannan's heart moved and he said loudly: "Old Song, do you want to play a game?"
"what game?"
"Competing to see who can run faster."
After saying this, she kicked her foot and the can flew out with a bang.
Song Qingyuan drank a lot of wine and was blown away by the evening breeze. He had already lost his mind. As soon as he heard about the competition, he certainly couldn't lose to this woman Xiang Nanfang. He threw away his arms and ran away without saying a word.
Xiang Nanfang pretended to jog for two steps, turned back to Lin Yue, stuffed his handbag into his arms, and ran across the road.
Except for the different dialogues along the way, it is basically a remake of the plot of the TV series.
However, Lin Yue did not complain that the power of the world was at work again, because he knew very well that Xiang Nanfang did this on purpose.
The plot in the TV series is that Xiang Nannan handed the bag to Qiao Yicheng and chose to run in a different direction from Song Qingyuan. Who should Qiao Yicheng chase? Song Qingyuan sees him every day, can Xiang Nanfang see him every day? So it must be the latter.
As soon as he chased after him, he saw Mochou Lake Park next to him. Where did Xiang Nanfang go to see fireflies in the winter? Not to mention whether it is possible, are you still in the mood to enjoy the scenery in the freezing cold wind? So the essence of this matter is that Xiang Nanfang wants to get rid of Song Qingyuan, the light bulb, and date Qiao Yicheng.
Here, of course, it is the same, so it has nothing to do with the power of the world at all.
"Wait, don't run so fast."
Lin Yue followed the path to the lake. Xiang Nanfang stopped and looked at him panting.
"What do you think will happen if Song Qingyuan can't find us?"
"have no idea."
"I don't know...hahahahaha." She looked at Lin Yue's slightly helpless face and smiled: "But you can ask him when we meet tomorrow."
"Hopefully he won't take it out on me."
"No, my brother and I have been playing with him like this since we were kids."
"ah?"
"He's not bad either. He would trick us all the time when we were young. My father was quite strict and would beat my brother if he went too far. He would laugh on the side and make faces secretly."
Lin Yue said: "Well, it's Song Qingyuan's style."
"It's a pity that our family moved to Nanjing not long after." Xiang Nanfang sat down on the trunk of a large tree and looked at the sparkling water under the street lamp. "When I was a child, I came here every summer to watch the fireflies. , there were very few entertainment items at that time, and there would be a circle of people around the lake. I was not tall enough, so I stood on this tree and stood on tiptoe to look into the crowd. I remember one time I accidentally fell down and injured my foot. Dad was grounded for two months.”
"Your dad is so strict, it scares me."
"That was in the past. He is older now and has a much calmer mind. You will know when you see him in the future."
"..."
Perhaps realizing that the above sentence was a bit ambiguous, she quickly changed the subject.
"It's a pity that it's October now. Even if there are still fireflies, it's hard to see them."
Lin Yue said: "Do you want to see it?"
Xiang Nanfang shook his head: "What's the use of thinking? It's not a dream. If God can follow people's wishes, all their wishes will come true."
“If you don’t try it, how can you be sure it won’t work?”
He took off his bag and put it on the grass, took two steps forward, and shouted loudly to Pinghu Lake in the distance and the dense willows beside the lake: "Hey, fireflies, where are you? The south misses you..."
Xiang Nanfang laughed so hard from behind.
"Qiao Yicheng, can't you see that you were so childish sometimes? If you shouted at the lake a few times and they would fly out? Then there wouldn't be so many regrettable things in the world."
Lin Yue did not look back and turned his back to her and said: "Fireflies themselves represent hope, and movies, comics, and dramas also give them the meaning of magic and miracle."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a little more light on the dark lake.
When Xiang Nanfang looked over, the little bit of fluorescence became more and more like little elves dancing in the wind, lighting up the entire lake.
She was stunned.
It happened, it really happened.
He shouted a few times over there, and the fireflies came out.
Xiang Nanfang jumped down from the overgrown tree trunk, walked quickly to Lin Yue, and stared at the beautiful scene in front of him.
"Qiao Yicheng, tell me... am I dreaming?"
"Whether it's a dream or not, make a wish. Maybe it will come true?"
Xiang Nanfang really clenched his hands into fists and closed his eyes towards the stars in the night sky.
"In some literary works, fireflies in autumn are creatures that are particularly persistent in love. Their persistence in love allows them to survive the summer and become fireflies in autumn."
Xiang Nanfang followed the sound and found that Lin Yue had already sat down, and followed him to sit on the green grass.
"Qiao Yicheng."
"Um?"
"Thank you."
…
Qiao's old house.
Qiao Zuwang pointed to the graffiti on the wall and said: "Look, look at it, you have no quality, you are so unqualified. I don't care if you are a child. What happened to the children's paintings? They are all adults who have no control over them." Fang, if you want to rent it from me in the future, you have to... hmph, there is no future."
The more he talked, the angrier and more excited he became.
Wei Shufang sat on the federal chair near the south window, with Qi Weimin on the left and Ma Yulin on the right.
With a soft creaking sound, Aunt Wu opened the door of the east room and walked out: "It's a bit outrageous."
"Really?" Qiao Zuwang said angrily: "Country people are unreasonable."
"Brother Qiao, next time you rent a house, remember to ask for a deposit. If you break something, you will be deducted."
"Yes, that's a good idea."
Wei Shufang said: "What? You still want to rent out the house?"
When Qiao Zuwang heard this, he pondered for a moment, then said with a pinched neck: "I won't rent the old house anymore. I can just rent out 10% of the house in Baibupo. The rent over there is even higher than here." high."
"I said brother-in-law, if you asked us here just to complain, then we will go back."
Wei Shufang got up from the sofa and was ready to act. Ma Yulin hurried over to help her.
When Qiao Zuwang saw that she was really about to leave, he immediately became anxious and hurriedly stabilized the two of them: "His second aunt, don't leave in a hurry. Let's talk about business. Can we make it happen?"
"That's pretty much it." Wei Shufang glanced at him and sat back slowly: "Aren't you talking about business? Let's talk."
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