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Chapter 14 Father's Treasure

In a word, Song Huanyun was speechless.

Her chest heaved violently, and her almond eyes gradually filled with tears. The moment Song Huanxi turned around, Song Huanyun broke out completely:

"Father is biased!"

"I have been partial to Nong since I was a child! Allah's clothes must be worn by Nong, and the books are also used by Nong!"

"I buy some delicious food at home, and I always buy my favorite food!"

The more Song Huanyun talked, the more sad she became, and she gradually choked up and couldn't speak.

Wen Zai next to him was so frightened that he didn't dare to move. Song Huanxi's face was ashen, and he raised his hand and pointed to Song Huanyun's small room: "Go back to your own room!"

Song Huanyun cried for a while, tried to open her eyes, looked at Song Huanxi, saw Song Huanxi's face was sullen, and didn't even look at her, her mouth drooped a little more, and she cried even more fiercely!
However, she was still crying, dragging her feet, and really went back to her room!
Song Huanxi stared at the closed door, and was speechless. The second child is a coward. He slammed the door halfway, and pulled it back abruptly!
Didn't he just beat her up a few times when she was a child!

Song Huanxi looked back at the frightened younger brother with a snow-white face, stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms, coaxing him softly: "Don't be afraid, your second sister must have failed the math test, so don't imitate her. "

Wen Zai blinked, the second sister failed Chinese yesterday, and she failed math today...

Wouldn't the second sister be beaten by the teacher every day?
The second sister is so pitiful!

Wen Tsai's immature face showed obvious sympathy.

Song Huanxi touched his head again, and asked, "Have you finished your homework? Show it to your sister when you're done."

Wen Tsai suddenly felt that he was quite pitiful too!

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After Song Huanxi finished tutoring Wenzai's homework, he played with Wenzai's building blocks for a while. Seeing that it was late, he called Wenzai to take a shower.

After putting his younger brother to sleep, Song Huanxi found a bookcase from under the bed.

Opening the book case, there was a box full of notes inside. Song Huanxi's hand stroked the spine of the book lightly. There were five books in Huanxi, four in Huanyun, and only two in Wenzai.

A total of eleven books, written by the father himself, record the growth of the three siblings.

This is what she treasures.

She can sell the manuscripts handed down by her ancestors, which carry her father's full expectations and love notes, but she will never give up no matter what.

Song Huanxi didn't touch the five notebooks that belonged to her, and she had already memorized the contents inside.

Pulling out the first book with Song Huanyun's name on it, Song Huanxi locked the bookcase again and put it back under the bed.

Holding father's notes, when they arrived next door, Song Huanxi knocked on the door first. After waiting for a while, the room was silent all the time. She frowned, "Ah Yun, open the door, I know you're not asleep."

She raised her voice: "Did you forget that every time chicken soup was cooked at home, the chicken legs were you and my little brother, one for each person."

Well, that was when my father was still there, and when my father was gone, every time An Xiuniang served chicken stew, it was a poor chicken with no legs.

A Yun's attack was a bit weak against her, but it was full of firepower against her mother, and she even nicknamed this chicken a begging chicken.

The little girl plausibly said, "This chicken has no legs, so it can only live by begging!"

An Xiuniang is also thick-skinned, so the next time she serves chicken, it will still be a begging chicken.

The past flashed through his mind, and Song Huanxi heard footsteps dragging through the door, knowing that Song Huanyun had been persuaded by her.

When Song Huanyun opened the door, Song Huanxi didn't talk nonsense, and threw the note into her arms directly: "Father wrote it for you. I planned to give it to you when you are older."

After a pause, Song Huanxi said again: "When you read it carefully, don't damage the pages. From now on, this will be your dowry."

After finishing speaking, Song Huanxi took his clothes and went to take a shower.

Song Huanyun stood at the door for a moment, curled her lips, Song Huanxi really knows how to send people away!
But she knew that the manuscripts her father left to Song Huanxi were the real treasures!
Father's notes, what's so interesting!

Going back to the room, throwing the notes on the bed, Song Huanyun also fell on the bed, lying lazily into a big character, alas, my father is partial to Song Huanxi!

Even her name, my father didn't bother to think about it, so he just drew a scoop from a gourd and used it from Song Huanxi's name!

Huanxi, Huanxi, sounds like a beauty Xi Shi!
What is Huanyun? !Can the cloud be raccooned? !

Song Huanyun thought wildly for a while, and gradually she felt bored, so she simply turned over, propped her cheek with one hand, and idly flipped through her father's notebook with the other hand:

——I have two daughters, the eldest daughter Huanxi, I hope she is a stunning beauty like Xi Shi!

——The second daughter Huanyun, Huanyun, who is it?There is only a fairy in the sky, I hope my daughter looks like a fairy, free and easy!

Song Huanyun half opened her mouth, her eyes were wide open, she was speechless!

Is this what her name really means? !

Huanyun Huanyun, heavenly fairy!

Looks like a fairy, free and easy!
Song Huanyun read these few words over and over again, her pretty face gradually became radiant, and she really had the charm of a fairy.

Song Huanyun's eyes were bent, with a smile on her lips, she continued to read:
——Ayun is quite smart. She was born one month ago and has already understood the truth that only a child who can cry will be loved: Whenever the cradle stops for a moment, the cry will instantly resound through the sky.

——I am busy with work, Xiuniang takes care of the housework, and the burden of taking care of the second daughter falls on the eldest daughter.

——Whenever I go home, I can always see the drowsy eldest daughter lying on the side of the second daughter's cradle, raising her little hands or feet from time to time to hit the cradle.

——The second daughter was dancing in the cradle, unaware that the elder sister was about to fall asleep.

——I felt sorry for the eldest daughter, and picked her up. The little man yawned, his eyes seemed to be closed but not closed, and he did not forget to remind me in a low voice: Dad, my sister is not crying.

There are also two pictures next to it. One is a child pushing the cradle drowsily, while the baby in the cradle opened his eyes and actively reached out to grab his feet!

The second is that the young man hugged the young girl tenderly, patted her on the back, and his eyes fell on the cradle next to him.

Both pictures are only lightly outlined with a brush, and the few strokes are extremely vivid.

Song Huanyun can imagine the scene at that time just by reading the text, not to mention such a vivid picture!

She knew her father was talented, but she didn't know that his painting skills were so profound!

Each of the following pages records the interesting things about her childhood, and almost every interesting thing is accompanied by extremely vivid diagrams.

Song Huanyun read it with gusto, unconsciously, there were only a few thin pages left in the notebook in her hand, and she suddenly felt reluctant to read any more.

She forced herself to put down the notes, and after tossing them over and over like a pancake a few times, she couldn't help picking up the notes again, telling herself, one page, one page at a time!
——In the past few days, I have begun to enlighten the second daughter. This child's temper is just like the stubbornness when he was a child. He insisted on feeding a spiced peanut before he would recite a sentence of the Three Character Classic!

After reading this, Song Huanyun already had a vague impression of the past. She looked at the accompanying picture, carrying a book on her back, but her eyes were aimed at the peanuts beside her. It was funny and wanted to cry——

She realized that her father was no longer there.

　An Xiuniang ate chicken legs, see Chapter 1.

　　Are you like the second child when you read novels, you find that you are almost finished, and you suddenly feel reluctant to read it?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)