Seeing a group of men and women sticking their butts to concentrate on catching rabbits, Lin Qiao couldn't help laughing, touched her stomach with her hands, and whispered: "When you come out, so many uncles and aunts will play with you."

"Catched, caught, oh, ran away again!!"

"I'll go, why did you let it go again? Chase it quickly, chase it quickly."

"Can you guys do it? We can't do it."

"Why not blame us? This rabbit is too cunning."

Song Ling jumped and shouted, "Dad, Dad, Dad..."

He was a little funny when he jumped his feet. Lin Qiao, the stepmother, smiled unkindly, "Go and help him catch him. If he runs away, he will probably cry for a few more hours later."

Although it is a little exaggerated, it is also telling the truth.

Song Tingfan nodded, then ran over, probably because he was hunting all year round and was familiar with the rabbit's actions. After a while, he caught the rabbit's hind legs.

Song Ling ran over "thump" and jumped happily, "Dad, you are so awesome." After that, he took out a rope and asked him to tie it.

Song Tingfan smiled, took the rope, tied it up finely, and finally tied the other end to Song Ling's hand.

Unexpectedly, the rabbit was frightened and took it forward suddenly, then fell forward and crawled.

Song Tingfan's face changed, he strode over and picked him up, "Where did you fall?"

There is no child who doesn’t fall. Song Ling clapped his hands and his eyes were curved, "Dad, I’m fine, it doesn’t hurt."

"The man doesn't hurt."

Song Tingfan looked at his palm carefully, except for a little red, and breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "Man can also hurt."

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, I'm a man, it doesn't hurt." Song Ling shook his head happily.

He saw Lin Qiao coming, "Mom, am I a man?"

"Yes." Lin Qiao was not much worried, and it was nothing if the child fell.

"Look, Daddy, I'm a man."

Song Ling saw the other children, "Dabao, wait for me, I want to play together."

"Come here, we'll wait for you."

The children all came from other places, probably because of the family's instructions that they were very kind to Song Ling.

"Dad, I've gone to play, I've practiced big words." After saying that, Song Ling ran away with the rabbit.

Before Lin Qiao could tell her a few words, he had already run away. Fortunately, there were adults around him and he was not worried.

The foundation of her own yard has been laid, and Lin Qiao still doesn't know what it is like. She counts and it should be four or five rooms.

The yard is very large, basically accounting for half of it. Lin Qiao said in confusion: "Is this a yard?"

"Yes." Song Tingfan was afraid that she would fall, so he put his hand on her shoulder and said, "That piece of peony planted with a swing."

"You like to eat soup pots, and then put a soup pot stone table."

It was all built based on her preferences. Lin Qiao said it was fake not to be moved, but she would not say no to other women. She raised her feet and kissed him, blinked, "My husband, you are so nice."

Although Song Tingfan did not reveal his likes the title of husband, he liked it very much in his heart and even dreamed of it.

"Scream again."

"That's not possible. If you shout too much, you will get tired of it. Men like freshness." Lin Qiao glanced at him.

Without hearing the word "Husband", Song Tingfan pursed his lips, as if he was a little depressed. He said with a grievance: "After getting married, you will call me Husband."

"You don't call me my wife every day," Lin Qiao smiled.

Song Tingfan was silent for a moment, "You don't like it."

When he saw the others calling her wife, the women were very happy. When he called her, she was only surprised.

"When did I say I didn't like it? I...ah, I'm just...shy."

Lin Qiao was a little embarrassed to say this. Seeing his pupils dilated, she said with confidence: "No one has called me my wife before."

She spent the past few years working hard, but none of her boyfriends were there. She met someone who looked pretty good to her.

She didn't dare to do it, and always felt that others wanted to vent CP with her.

Song Tingfan never dared to ask her if she had a husband in that place, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Seeing him being silly, Lin Qiao looked at him angrily, "What's the matter, you're not allowed?"

"Hmph, you have accumulated a great virtue when you can marry me as your wife."

"Wife, I will definitely treat you well." Song Tingfan got closer and kissed her.

Lin Qiao hummed twice, "I dare to treat me badly, so I will let you beat a bachelor for the rest of your life."

"Not good to you, I..."

Before Song Tingfan could say the "poisonous oath", he was covered by a soft hand. The woman's voice said, "Don't talk nonsense, God is not open to his eyes."

Yes, if God opens his eyes, there will be no unjust souls.

She held his hand, "I saw that there was an osmanthus tree over there that day. You accompanied me to pick some. I wanted to eat osmanthus cake."

The doctor said she tried to eat less of these. She had endured it for a long time and was really a little greedy.

Song Tingfan hesitated a little, but when he met the woman's pleading almond eyes, he was shaken, "Don't eat too much."

"Okay." Lin Qiao nodded immediately, and raised her hand to promise.

After picking most of the basket of osmanthus flowers, Song Tingfan entered the kitchen as soon as he arrived at home. The door was closed from inside to prevent Lin Qiao from entering the kitchen.

Lin Qiao had to sit in the yard and eat fruits. Listening to the crackling sounds in the kitchen, she stretched her neck and looked at it, but couldn't see anything.

"Qiao'er, it's okay, Tingfan will do these."

Song Qinshi smiled and said, "If he wants to do all these in the future, don't be embarrassed, she should do them."

She paused and whispered: "He is still feeling uncomfortable if you don't let him fuck."

Lin Qiao also saw this. She was thirsty last night and got up to drink a glass of water, which woke him up.

After pouring the water, he sat by the bed and kept silent.

She didn't understand at the time. At first she thought he was sitting for something, but after a while she didn't move, she felt something was wrong.

After asking, he laughed, but he became even more bored.

It took a while to coax it.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile, "Let him do it."

He is afraid that he will be the first one to be unhappy if he doesn't let his work.

"Just let him do it, eat more fruits, and eat them." Seeing that she finished eating the fruit, Song Qin took her another one.

Lin Qiao couldn't eat it anymore, so she took it to Funiang. Funiang shook her head and said hoarsely: "You eat it."

Her situation has improved a little lately and occasionally she will say a few words.

"I can't eat it anymore, aunt will help me share the burden." Lin Qiao smiled and grabbed her hand and stuffed the fruit to her.

Upon hearing this, Fu Niang hesitated for a moment before picking it up and eating it, looking like she was helping her eat.

It was getting late now. Before Song Ling came back, Lin Qiao stood up and went to the door to see, and a group of children were still playing wildly on the dam.

Song Ling took off all the jacket, and he jumped and jumped with the rabbit, with his little face flushed.

She raised her eyebrows and didn't bother him. She would make him happy when she played. If she practiced big words later, she would hit him on the palm of her hand.

...

Dusk is approaching

A group of children stood at the door of the Song family smelling the fragrance of osmanthus flowers and leaned over, "Ling'er, the pastries you made by your mother are so fragrant?"

Song Ling sniffed and shook her head, "It was not my mother's made it, it was my father's made it, and it was more delicious when my mother made it."

He glanced at them, "I'll ask my dad how many pastries you want."

Afraid that they thought he was stingy, he explained seriously, "My mother has a sister, so I want my mother to eat her first."

"You guys wait for me and I'll get it."

In the kitchen, pastries just came onto the plate.

Song Tingfan glanced at Song Ling who came in, then fetched water into the wooden basin and signaled him to wash his hands.

"Dad."

After calling, Song Ling washed his hands obediently, looked at the pastry and tentatively said, "Dad, can I get a few pieces of pastry? They all want to eat, so I'll give them some."

Upon hearing this, Song Tingfan frowned. He didn't have the habit of being kind to others. He wanted to refuse when he spoke, but when he met the child's cautious expression, he pursed his lips and said, "Take it."

Song Ling was happy and compared three fingers, "Dad, I'll just take three pieces, and I'll give the rest to my mother."

"It's okay, take it." Song Tingfan picked up two pieces and put them in another bowl, and then signaled him to take it.

Seeing this, Song Ling took two more pieces, "Dad, squat down."
To be continued...