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"It's not early! You think about our time, all the teenagers had children! The

middle-aged woman sat up straight.

"I have a niece, who is as old as Xiaofeng, you can let the two meet first, and settle down first when it is suitable!"

The more the middle-aged woman spoke, the more excited she became, she really wanted to be able to climb the Lu family, as long as Lu Xiaofeng helped a little, she would not worry about eating and drinking at home.

"This still has to listen to Xiao Feng's meaning, the child can make his own ideas when he is older!"

Although Han Fengxia was still very polite, she had already scolded the middle-aged woman in her heart.

Her niece herself had heard that a little girl had drilled into a cornfield with someone else and had been bumped into by the villagers.

This kind of person is also embarrassed to mention, not to mention that now his family conditions are better, even when he lived in a broken tile house, he didn't look at this kind of person.

"Sister-in-law Li, who doesn't know about your niece, those things have spread all over a radius of ten miles, and you are kind enough to mention it to Xiaofeng!"

Rural people are like that, they say everything straight. As soon as Sister-in-law Li's words came out, several women next to her laughed.

At this time, Sister-in-law Li did not dare to say anything, what everyone said was the truth, and she couldn't refute it.

Lu Xiaofeng, who was playing with Xiaojuan in the yard, didn't know this, and it was estimated that even if he knew, he would smile.

He is an assertive person and has a certain plan for the future, including his own parents.

Lu Xiaofeng returned to school after spending Sunday at home.

On the way home with Song Qian in the evening, Song Qian hummed the song "You at the Same Table" again.

"Why do you sing this song?"

Lu Xiaofeng was a little puzzled, he only sang it once during an outing, and later he gave a lyric to a few classmates, but he didn't expect that even Song Qian could sing it now.

"Do you inquire now, is there anyone in the whole school who can't sing this song?"

Song Qian was a little angry when she heard Lu Xiaofeng's words.

"I didn't expect you to write so well!"

Saying that, he looked at Lu Xiaofeng with a surprised face.

As soon as I saw this lyric, I was deeply fascinated, and when I inquired later, I realized that it was actually sung by Lu Xiaofeng.

"I didn't write it, I also listened to others sing!"

Lu Xiaofeng explained that he really can't tell now, this is good, the author of this song has actually become himself.

"Who are you fooling, Teacher Li Ran has said, there is no such song at present!

It's not where else can you write it! Relatively

speaking, Lu Xiaofeng was surprised to be able to write such a song, but he was not unacceptable.

Compared with others, he still knows a lot about Lu Xiaofeng.

It is not unusual for people who can do this at this age to write songs.

Lu Xiaofeng really can't explain it, he can't say that he listened to others sing in the future life!

"If you don't answer, you're acquiescing!"

Song Qian approached Lu Xiaofeng's side and said with a smug look.

"No, this song is really what I listen to others sing!"

No way, the only thing Lu Xiaofeng can do now is to die and not agree. No matter what you say, anyway, if you don't admit it, no one will take me.

"If you want to do this again, I will ignore you!"

Song Qian said and turned her head like a gamble, without looking at Lu Xiaofeng.

"Alas! Well, did I write it yet? "

Lu Xiaofeng really has nothing to do with her, she is sixteen or seventeen years old, but Song Qian is still this eccentric look.

"I knew you were lying!"

Hearing Lu Xiaofeng say this, Song Qian suddenly burst into laughter.

"Then you write another one! You don't even know that almost everyone in school now sings your "You at the Same Table." I want one that is different from them! Song

Qian said as her eyes stared directly at Lu Xiaofeng, her eyes full of begging.

"Do you think songs are so easy to write? You need inspiration to know no!

Lu Xiaofeng clicked Song Qian's brain door and said.

Unexpectedly, he was really fooled by himself, and when he heard Lu Xiaofeng say this, Song Qian no longer pestered him to write songs.

"Okay then! When you have inspiration to write it, be sure to be the first to show me!

Song Qian said seriously.

Looking at Song Qian's serious look, Lu Xiaofeng was happy in his heart, but he didn't expect that he could fool the little girl with a casual excuse.

If you know it, you will say it earlier, and you don't need to be annoyed by her all the way.

When the two returned to the Song family, Song Limin had not returned.

Not long ago, Song Limin was officially appointed deputy county magistrate in charge of economy in Linyang County. This time I was even more focused on work, and sometimes I didn't come back until eleven or twelve o'clock at night.

"I don't know if I should be happy or sad when your Uncle Song is promoted, you talk about how he is a deputy county magistrate who works so hard every day."

Originally, I could leave work on time, but now I can pour it out, and I can't even see a person all day long!

Liu Lan was washing clothes in the yard, and couldn't help but complain when she saw Lu Xiaofeng coming.

I don't complain about Song Limin, I still support my husband's work.

But after all, he is already middle-aged, and he is still very worried about Song Limin's body.

"Don't wait for him, let's have a meal!"

Liu Lan said and threw the clothes into the basin, wiped her hands and got up and went to the kitchen.

Song Qian and Lu Xiaofeng looked at each other and smiled, and did not say anything.

For Liu Lan's complaint about Song Limin, the two had heard it more than once.

Even when Song Limin was still the manager of the department store before.

At first, Lu Xiaofeng and Song Qian would persuade two words, but later found that although Liu Lan said so, as long as Song Limin came back, he would still serve properly.

These complaining words were not said in front of Song Limin.

Later, the two of them simply did not persuade, and they both understood that Liu Lan was a knife-mouthed tofu-hearted person.

After dinner at Song's house, by the moonlight, Lu Xiaofeng was ready to go home.

Before leaving the alley, Song Qian followed.

"Do you have inspiration now?"

Since she had been chasing Lu Xiaofeng just now, Song Qian was already speaking slightly roughly at this time.

"My little aunt, how many times have you asked since we ate! I really don't!

Lu Xiaofeng was about to cry, thinking that he could stop for a while after sending Song Qian. This is good, this girl can be remembered, and after a while, I have to ask myself if I have any inspiration.

"That... When was that?

Song Qian said a little disappointed.

Looking at Song Qian's appearance, Lu Xiaofeng's heart softened.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow!"

Lu Xiaofeng assured.

"Really! That's great!

Song Qian almost jumped up with excitement.

Since I knew that Lu Xiaofeng wrote songs, I always wanted him to write one for himself.

Now that I have a quasi-letter, how can I not be excited.

"Then I... I want that... That kind of song....

Song Qian's voice was very soft, and if it weren't for the night, Lu Xiaofeng wouldn't be able to hear him.

"That kind? Which kind of huh?

Lu Xiaofeng looked confused, Song Qian, what's wrong, how can it be twisted.

"That's the kind of love song!"

Song Qian plucked up the courage to lean close to Lu Xiaofeng and whispered in his ear.

After speaking, he immediately took a few steps back, and did not dare to look at Lu Xiaofeng when he lowered his head.