The small lake in winter looks quiet and clearer, but it still has a little greenness. The green is like moist jade, so bright and charming.

On the raft lake, looking up at the waterfalls flowing down, the swaying tails, the tall bamboo forests, and colorful flowers set the lake in a beautiful and blurry way.

Lifting the bamboo raft, disturbing a mirror-like lake wave, and moving forward.

The sky is light blue, and the sun shines on it, making people feel warm and lazy, and don’t want to move.

Suddenly, Song Wen remembered a song he liked when he was a teenager and started singing:

“Ah…Ah…Ah…Ah…Ah…

The beautiful scenery of West Lake in March is shining, and the spring rain is like wine, willows are like smoke. If you are destined to meet thousands of miles away, you will find it difficult to hold your hands without destined to meet each other.

After ten years of cultivation, I can cross the same boat, and after a hundred years of cultivation, I can sleep together.

If there is a fortune in a thousand years, we will be together in front of you. If there is a fortune in a thousand years, we will be together in front of you.

Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala..."

When I was a teenager, when I heard this song, I somehow liked the hoarse voice of the boatman when he sang, so I tried my best to imitate it. Unfortunately, I was still very immature at that time. Now, after reading all the various aspects of the world, I have rewindled the smell of vicissitudes when singing.

On the mountain road, Huang Xiaojun drove through the bamboo shadows and drove towards Song Wen's house.

"Hey, it seems that someone is singing?" The sparrow heard a series of singing sounds floating in the distance.

The baby stuck his head out of the car and listened for a while, and nodded.

"Well, someone is singing. It must be that wretched uncle. No one will come here to roar here."

Huang Xiaojun burst into laughter after hearing the baby's words. She said the song was like a ghost roar. If Song Wen knew about it, the two of them would definitely have a big quarrel again.

When the car arrived at the parking lot, the baby and the sparrow immediately ran away. From a distance, the two saw Song Wen coming over with a bamboo raft and ran over immediately, wanting to spend the addiction to sitting on the bamboo raft.

Huang Xiaojun closed the car door and saw the two of them looking, and followed with a smile.

Song Wen jumped off the bamboo raft and saw the baby and sparrow running over.

"Uncle, uncle, can you take us on a bamboo raft? We haven't even sat there yet?" the baby said to Song Wen excitedly.

When she heard her call him uncle, Song Wen was covered with dark clouds. Is he that old? I lost a lot, but I won a lot? Before she even got married, the market was already badly called by her.

"No." Song Wen shook his head.

"Please, uncle..." Sparrow also shouted from the side.

Her word "Uncle" still has a long tail sound, and Song Wen feels that he has called him old.

He simply ignored the two of them. When he saw Huang Xiaojun coming, he smiled and said, "You are here."

The smile is as bright as the sun, the teeth are white and bright, the eyes are bright and bright, and the essence is shining.

At this time, Huang Xiaojun realized that the simple-dressed man in front of him had a different meaning from an ordinary man. However, his eyes were staring straight at him, making people feel flustered and didn't know what to do. He couldn't help but lower his head shyly, bit his soft lips, and did not dare to look up at him...

The most tenderness of the bow of the head is like a lotus of water that is so shy that the cool breeze is.

Those passionate eyes and pink cheeks, wanting to express their shame, and the endless tenderness and sweetness were presented to Song Wen at this moment.

Somehow, the originally dull heart lake actually rippled up, and the little heart jumped up with a "beat, beat, beat, beat" and was not very determined.

Song Wen warned himself more than once that the woman in front of him was a beauty, a rich woman. She was a rich peony, a beautiful rose, a pure lily, and a gentle and quiet orchid. It could not grow on his cave, a muddy and tranquil land. But for some reason, every time he saw her, he couldn't help but feel moved, could not help but be beating, and could not help but be impulsive. God! The earth! You said, what should I do?

"Hey, uncle, what are you looking at? I haven't seen a beautiful woman! What are you talking about, uncle?"

A delicate shout made Song Wen come back to his soul.

Then, I saw the baby staring at him with his hips on his hips, and I don’t know what happened.

The baby is almost irritated.

I begged him for a long time, but I didn't see him react. After looking carefully, I saw that his eyes were staring at Sister Xiaojun, and his saliva was almost flowing out, as if I had never seen a woman in my eight lives. This was contempt, and the despise was so cruel that she could not get angry?

"Uh...what's the matter?"

Song Wen asked strangely at the baby with a pair of goldfish eyes widened. He didn't know what she was angry with.

The baby's chest was undulating and felt his head was on fire. It turned out that what he said to him just now was useless. He couldn't help but vent his anger with his fist, calming his anger, telling himself that there was no need to argue with the vulgar uncle in front of him, and then said: "I said, let you take us to raft the bamboo raft."

"This is not possible. What if you two little kids fall into the water? I can't bear this responsibility." Song Wen shook his head and said.

Little brat???

"You are the little brat, your whole family is the little brat." The baby yelled at Song Wen, glaring at him angrily, as if he was about to stare him to death.

I didn't expect the baby to react so much.

Song Wen raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, and found that the two small steamed buns on his chest were indeed growing, but that was limited to that. It seems that he can't be called a little brat. In ancient times, girls of her age beat the child's mother, as if they were called "Erba Dailu Nianhua".

The baby looked at him with a stingy look at him, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back and said angrily: "What are you looking at? I'll dig your eyes after looking at you."

"Who sees your little brat?" Song Wen muttered.

When the baby heard him call him a little brat, he immediately punched him in anger. She had really learned Chinese art, but she was always fancy and soft, and even mosquitoes could not kill him.

Song Wen reached out to wrap her fist, and pinched it hard, and heard the baby screaming "Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

As he spoke, the baby's eyes turned red again.

Song Wen saw it and quickly let go. He was the most shameful woman to cry.

The baby retracted his fist, glared at her hatefully, and cursed fiercely in his heart, "Uncle Goudan, Uncle Duckdan, Uncle Lingdan..." Anyway, he cursed all the words she would scold. Huang Xiaojun hurriedly walked up to hug the baby and comforted her, picked up the handkerchief and wiped the tears in her eyes.

He also said to Song Wen with a grudge: "You are so adult, and you still have to worry about your children, so you can't give in."

"That's right, the uncle specializes in bullying children." The baby poked his head out of Xiaojun's arms and said.

Song Wen smiled bitterly, except for the bitter smile, what does this mean? Why did it all turn out to be his fault?

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