It’s really a painful thing to go shopping with your mother!

After eating beef soup in a restaurant, the mother and the mother started to move around the commercial street.

Buy clothes, shoes, cosmetics, small appliances, and things you need and don’t need.

Looking at the WeChat exercise pedometer on your mobile phone, it has already taken ten thousand steps. Poor Song Qingyun's belly feels sore after walking.

He actually has good physical fitness, but the problem is that he is slow and harsh in walking with the old lady.

Physical strength is one aspect. What bothers him the most is that my mother's mouth keeps stopping for a moment. She asks him how he is working, what he has been doing recently, and what difficulties he has encountered?

What can Song Qingyun say? Is it necessary to talk to her about work? Old lady, are you really interested?

Besides, there are systems for the work of the agency, and many things cannot be said randomly.

You can’t talk about work, but the topic will naturally be related to personal life.

The mother and son sat on a bench on the pedestrian street and they bought a bag of lychees.

Song's mother peeled the shell, ate one by herself, and then fed her son one.

Song Qingyun ate three bowls of rice for dinner, but now he is fed by the empress dowager, so he is so overwhelmed.

"Baby, do you have a girlfriend?"

Song Qingyun: "If we don't talk about this, we will be mother and son."

"You still want to turn against me? Stop your credit card."

Song Qingyun's face was a little green: "Don't you, can't I surrender? Your son stays in the mountains all day long and has no time to fall in love."

"No, work doesn't delay life!" My mother said, "Song Qingyun, I heard you say there are more than 800 people in your village, half of each male and female, and at least 400 women. Among the four hundred people, there are always 100 young unmarried girls, so can't you choose?"

Song Qingyun was so angry that she laughed: "Is it like this that the probability of having you? Marriage is not a joke. I'll say it's simple. To live together, two people need to have a common three views. It's not just a quick match. No, don't get me wrong, it's not that I have a difference between urban and rural areas. In fact, no one talks about these things now. The young people in the village work outside, and their horizons may not be bad, and their lifestyles are in line with the city."

"That's fine. When you live a marriage, as long as the two like each other, the girl's education level is enough to be above high school. As for the woman's family conditions, it's really not important, and my mother will not object."

Song Qingyun: "When did you have such low requirements? I'm really afraid that your son will not find a wife? This is not what you say. Our village has more than 800 people and a permanent population of more than 600, and there are many young people. The problem is that they are basically strong guys, and there are few girls. Our place is a famous bachelor village. If there were girls, they would have digested internally, and would it be my turn?"

"It turned out to be a bachelor's village. Yes, there is a strange situation now. There are more men and fewer women in the countryside, and more women and fewer men in the city. Why don't you find one in the city? Haven't you had many classmates before? Contact them more and hold more class reunions."

"My junior high school and high school classmates have many girls, but at this age, most of the girls are already married!"

Song Qingyun went to elementary school at the age of six, one year younger than his classmates. He is twenty-six this year and twenty-seven. Most of the female students are twenty-eight years old, and their children can make soy sauce.

If you go to classmates and find opportunities, isn’t that ruining people’s family?

When Song's mother heard this, she shouted angrily: "It's still too late to start, you trash."

“Yes, yes, I’m a waste.”

"I still can't give up, son, I believe you. By the way, Xiao Li, the union was good when I came last time, let's take action."

"Xiao Li, I'm fat."

"Not fat, no matter how fat." My mother: "Xiao Huang from the community said hello to us last time at the vegetable market. She bought a handful of Chinese toon and thought about it."

"I'm fat."

"Not fat or not."

"Oh my god, no one is fat."

Speaking of this, both mother and son laughed.

My mother: "No matter what, you have to give me a goal now, otherwise we will not finish it."

Song Qingyun was so annoyed by her that she suddenly remembered the little Liao yesterday. She felt a move in her heart: The little girl is quite cute. I seem to have a good impression of her, so why don’t I go back to my hometown to make an appointment for a meal next time.

"Mom, I have a goal, I don't know if it's OK... I'm still a little fat." Song Qingyun was about to let his old mother go over, took out his cell phone and was about to call out Xiao Liao's WeChat.

There are a few selfies in her circle of friends, which are quite beautiful.

After hearing what his son said, Song Ma became energetic and stretched her neck.

Song Qingyun searched for a long time but couldn't find it. This is strange. Could it be that he was blocked? It's impossible.

By the way, Chen Dagou played on my phone for a long time during dinner last night. Could it be that he did it?

Thinking of this, Song Qingyun quickly called Wan Xinke's cell phone and said that he had something to do and asked Dagou.

"Big dog, you can't move my phone address book or something, that's not good. Did you block and delete Xiao Liao? Yes, it was the girl under the osmanthus tree yesterday... what, you did it, why... you don't like her, why don't you like it? You said she had an intention to me... paralyzed, I wish someone had an intention to me... what, you want to protect me, will I ask you to protect me..."

Song Qingyun asked the sky speechlessly.

My mother shouted angrily from the side: "Song Qingyun, are you fooling me? I stopped your credit card, stop now."

"Mom, my dear good mom, things are not what you imagined, listen to my argument."

My mother put away the lychees: "If I don't give you food, what's the use of feeding my son no matter how good or beautiful I'm feeding my son? In the end, I have to be a bachelor's house? I'll waste food."

Song Qingyun worked for two more days and was about to return to the village.

He and Liu Yonghua met in Happy Home.

"Yonghua, let's spend a few days in the village after finishing this work today. Let's hold a meeting of village cadres to discuss poverty alleviation. Can you leave?"

Liu Yonghua was holding a pipe pliers in his hand and just returned with a valve for the user.

His father-in-law Gong Qingzheng moved the equipment out of the van.

Liu Yonghua said it was no problem. It should be that the matter in the village is important. I will go back tomorrow. I still have a job to go to. Secretary Song, are you anxious?

Song Qingyun said that he had been waiting for too long, so he would not be in a hurry for a day or two.

Liu Yonghua said to his father-in-law: "Dad, can you make a profit by looking at the store alone?"

Gong Qing was unhappy: "What will happen? I'm not at ease. I'm just trying to get a job of digging out the sewer and changing faucets and pipes for people? A few years ago, when I was in good health, I hadn't done anything on the construction site, and these machines would also be used. Don't worry about me damaging your money. I don't smoke, drink, or play with my girlfriend. This money is not yours in the future."

Liu Yonghua: "Dad, where did you say you went?"

Gong Qing still angrily said, "Why isn't it? Your wife used to ask me to see a teahouse, and she settled all the accounts every day, so she was on guard against me. Yonghua, you are just a sloppy ear, you must take good care of your wife! When I was there, I could still say good things for you. How can I live my life if I die in the future?"
Chapter completed!