Dressed as a peasant girl, she pampered the powerful villain

The two of them walked all the way to the tea pavilion, and saw that each of the two men had a lantern in their hands. They didn't know why they were all gathered around the tea pavilion.

Zhou Songqing hugged the sad and crying San Lang and coaxed: "It's okay, it's okay. There are plenty of them here. There are also dragon lanterns here. Can uncle give you this?"

Just now, Sanlang's lantern was flipped too hard and accidentally caught fire.

Zhou Songqing was so frightened that he immediately threw the tea in his hand at the burning lantern. The fire was extinguished and the lantern was destroyed. San Lang was frightened at first, then he opened his mouth and burst into tears.

Zhou Songqing was so shocked that she had no choice but to hold him in her arms and coax him, patting him gently and rocking him, almost saying "please don't cry".

When Erlang saw this, he immediately handed over his sheep lantern: "Otherwise, I'll give this to you, so don't cry."

As he said that, he couldn't help squatting next to Zhou Songqing and looking at him with admiration. He also wanted to be hugged by his uncle.

San Lang didn't want to leave as soon as he was held in Zhou Songqing's arms. This feeling was very strange. It seemed that he hadn't been hugged by someone so cherished for a long time.

The aura on his uncle reminded him of his father, but it was a completely different feeling.

Daddy rarely coaxes him like this, so it would be nice if he doesn't beat or scold them.

Sanlang thought awkwardly, twisted his body and said no, in fact, he just wanted to be coaxed by Uncle Li Zheng, and he cried because he was really sad when the tiger lantern was burned.

Zhou Songqing's eyebrows were not impatient, and she gently patted and coaxed: "Sanlang, be good, uncle will buy it for you tomorrow, don't cry now."

Noticing Er Lang squeezing in next to him, he lovingly stroked Er Lang's head.

Xiao Yuan was looking at the scene in front of him, his eyes dim, not knowing what he was thinking.

Feng Lexing noticed something was wrong with him, raised his elbow and kicked him: "What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Yuanzheng shook his head and kept his mouth shut.

Feng Lexing looked confused and wrinkled his nose and said, "How about I give you this rabbit lantern?"

Xiao Yuan felt like she was coaxing a child, so if he wanted to refuse, he handed over his lantern: "There's no need to give it away, let's exchange it."

Feng Lexing looked enlightened: "So you like rabbit lanterns, you should have told me earlier."

A proud look as if I have indeed seen through you.

Xiao Yuanzheng: "..." couldn't help but ask: "Don't you miss your parents?"

Don’t we all spend the Mid-Autumn Festival at home? Why doesn't she seem to miss her parents?

Feng Lexing shook his head without hesitation: "I don't want to, I have to stay here."

After saying that, he held up the monkey lantern and said sternly to him: "Hey, I am Sun Wukong, that's right!"

Xiao Yuanzheng: "..." It turns out that she likes to be Sun Dasheng.

Wang Shuyan pushed Zhang's wooden cart and stopped not far away, and the two of them looked in the direction of the tea pavilion.

Mrs. Zhang looked at Zhou Songqing who was patiently coaxing Erlang and Sanlang with eyes filled with joy and panic.

Wang Shuyan smiled and said: "Auntie, the second and third brothers seem to like uncle very much. You see, the third brother is clinging to him and doesn't want to get off."

In the memory of the original person, Wang Zheng was rarely so kind to his children. It was not that he had never done so before, but he rarely coaxed him with such care and gentle words.

When a child falls and hurts, he picks him up, pats and coaxes him, teaches him earnestly, encourages him or scolds him. This is the love of his parents.

However, it was Zhang who was doing it all along.

When one person is used to doing the same thing as two people, the child will think that it can only get it from the mother, and the father can only look up to it.

When you don’t dare to hope too much, you won’t want to get close.

At this time, if someone appears who you can get close to, and this unattainable extravagance is suddenly presented to you, it can easily awaken the desire of the soul.

Once you are aroused, you realize that you don't want it, but you don't dare to want it.

Zhou Songqing was most afraid of crying children, especially boys, who made terrible noises, but he felt unspeakably sorry for Mrs. Zhang's children.

He was actually quite afraid of coming into contact with Erlang and Sanlang, fearing being disgusted and misunderstood by the two children. After all, Wang Fu was their biological father. However, if he wants to get closer to Mrs. Zhang, he cannot avoid facing the child. Although he has the approval of Sister Yan, he doesn't know how Erlang and Sanlang view him.

Therefore, tonight, taking advantage of the Mid-Autumn Festival and Feng Le Xing, he bought a bunch of lanterns and pastries with the intention of pleasing Erlang and Sanlang.

But unexpectedly, he discovered that Erlang and Sanlang were not against him. Originally, he had deliberately kept away from him, but he did not expect that the two of them really wanted to get close to him.

Zhou Songqing couldn't help but sigh. After sighing, he felt even more distressed. As long as Wang Fu always treated them with kindness, the two children would not be hostile to him. How eager was he to be paid attention to by his father?
  Wang Shuyan pushed Ms. Zhang forward, and Ms. Zhang asked softly: "What's wrong with the two men and the three men?"

Zhou Songqing felt like a savior and roughly explained: "Sanlang's lantern was burned." Looking at Mrs. Zhang, she looked a little nervous.

Madam Zhang waved to San Lang, who then left Zhou Songqing's arms and walked to Madam Zhang. Once in front of her mother, she stopped acting coquettishly and said, "Mom, I won't cry anymore." He stretched out his hand to wipe away the dirt on his face. Tears, looking like a little man again.

Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but feel sad. She felt that San Lang was only showing off his strength in front of her. She reached out and stroked his little face and smiled softly: "San Lang is so good."

When Er Liang saw his mother coming, he couldn't help but stand next to his uncle. He stepped forward and handed his lantern to San Liang: "Here you go." San Liang took it with a smile: "I am the Bull Demon King."

Er Lang rolled his eyes and asked Zhou Songqing for the dragon lantern. After taking it, he smiled and said to San Lang, "Humph, I am the Dragon King."

Under the leadership of Feng Lexing, the four people lined up to walk around with lanterns and call names. Amidst the laughter and laughter, there was a loud bang of fireworks above their heads. It was unknown where they were set off, and they were as bright as stars.

Everyone looked up excitedly at the fireworks in the night sky, and the fireworks were squeaking and chirping.

After Wang Shuyan glanced at Zhou Songqing, he joined the children and watched the fireworks and the moon.

Zhang and Zhou Songqing looked at each other from a distance, with words in their eyes.

Zhou Songqing picked up a lantern and approached Ms. Zhang. Her tall figure was like a pine tree. He smiled at her and said, "Ms. Zhang, the Mid-Autumn Festival is auspicious." Then he handed the lantern in his hand to her.

Mrs. Zhang smiled sweetly and reached out to take it: "The same goes for Li Zheng, the Mid-Autumn Festival is auspicious."

Ayong, who was sitting in the corner of the tea pavilion eating cakes, whispered in the ear of Duosun who was eating melon: "Mrs. Zhang's lantern was made by the third master."

Duosun, who was eating the melon, looked shocked: "Huh? Why is it so shabby? It's square and square, with no tricks at all."

Ayong: "...you are blind, then forget about the lantern."

The Chang'e painted on the lantern is clearly Lady Zhang, but I didn't even notice it. I'm really stupid.

Across the door, Shen Que stood outside holding the Kongming lantern in his hand. He was hesitant to knock on the door for a whole stick of incense.

Suddenly the door was opened, and he had no choice but to face it with a smile. The Kongming Lantern was quickly hidden behind him.

"Shen Xiucai?" It was A Yong who opened the door.

Zhou Songqing and others were about to leave, but they didn't expect to collide with Shen Que. Both of them looked stunned.

When Mrs. Zhang saw Shen Xiucai, she immediately understood, "Yan'er, Shen Xiucai is looking for you."

Shen Que:...Is he so obvious?

Zhou Songqing clearly urged Feng Lexing to get into the carriage. Feng Lexing still wanted to read the gossip, but was put into the carriage and drove away.

With a face full of joy, Mrs. Zhang urged Erlang and others to go back to the house to settle down, with Xiao Yuanzheng pushing the wheelchair.

Wang Shuyan, who was cleaning up the tea pavilion, came out. Before the other party could speak, Shen Que had already scratched his neck and said: "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, Sister Yan, let's... put up a Kongming Lantern... to make auspicious wishes."

Wang Shuyan was startled when he heard this, then smiled and agreed.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a Kongming lantern filled with visions slowly rose from their hands.

Wang Shuyan looked at the Kongming Lantern flying higher and higher, smiled at Shen Xiucai and said: "Shen Xiucai, I hope you will be named on the gold list."

Shen Que looked at her and his smile deepened: "With your good words, I will definitely be able to go to high school next year."

The two of them looked up side by side at the farther and farther away Kongming lanterns. Tonight the moon was like daylight, as soft as silk, as if it contained thousands of feelings. In each Kongming lantern, there were her wishes and his feelings, through the autumn colors.

Shen Que turned his head and looked at her, his eyes as bright as stars.

During the brightly lit Mid-Autumn Festival, a fast horse stopped at the residence of Guotonghou. The palace servant who got off the horse pinched his throat and said: "Zhang Jiulin accepts the order!" (End of this chapter)