When Song Fengchen returned home with the things in his arms, the sun was already hanging high.

In the living room, Xu Shujian is feeding the little guy, and the child's palm-sized monkey is holding a red date that is about the size of his head.

Hearing the sound, Xu Shujian turned her head and stood up, "Why did you come back at this time?"

While talking, he walked forward and took the snakeskin bag in Song Fengchen's hand: "What is it so heavy?"

"Well, things are a bit complicated, so it took some time." Song Fengchen twisted his aching wrists: "Is there anything to eat?"

"Yes." Xu Shujian put the things on the ground, "I left you fritters and tofu brains. They are all heated in the pot. I'll get them for you."

"good."

Taking advantage of Xu Shujian's turn to go to the gap in the kitchen, Song Fengchen cleared everything out of the snakeskin bag.

When Xu Shujian came out carrying the tofu brain and fried dough sticks, what he saw was the little guy sitting on a box of gold bars holding a gold bar, looking at a loss.

With a click, Song Fengchen pressed the shutter of the camera in his hand.

"What kind of hobby is this?" Xu Shujian laughed blankly.

Song Fengchen shook his head in hindsight, and lost interest in his heart.

Unfortunately, this camera is black and white.

Xu Shujian put everything in his hand on the coffee table, his eyes shifted from the snakeskin bag on the floor to the three big one and one small four wooden boxes on the table, and his brows were raised slightly: "These are all your rewards for going out yesterday?"

"That's it."

As if thinking of something, Song Fengchen reached out and touched his pocket, took out a handful of copper coins and handed it to Xu Shujian: "For you!"

"This is—" Xu Shujian's eyes lit up, reached out his hand to take it, and fixed his eyes: "Daqing Copper Coin."

The Qing Dynasty copper coin, the scientific name of the Qing Dynasty machine-made copper circle, began in 1900 (the twenty-sixth year of Guangxu) and ended in 1911 (the third year of Xuantong), and its circulation time was relatively short. Because of its elegant layout design, excellent carvings, and extremely rare existence, it is highly respected by literary and play lovers.

Especially the Qing Dynasty copper coin Guangxu Nian Hubu Zuo Dang ten (face value ten texts) is hailed as one of the top ten prestigious products in the modern Chinese coin system.

Coincidentally, among these thirteen copper coins, four of them were ten copper coins made by the household in the reign of Emperor Guangxu.

No wonder Xu Shujian is so happy.

"Yeah." Song Fengchen bit the fritters and talked about the Qu family.

The excitement in Xu Shujian's eyes completely disappeared when she heard that the old woman had a miscarriage and turned the boy into a black dog.

The little thing looked at Xu Shujian and Song Fengchen. With his eyes rolled, he walked off the coffee table, climbed onto the balcony, and plunged into the pot of honeysuckle.

"I wonder why Mr. Qu chose to commit suicide, because the old woman is dying and the seal is invalid, so he remembers the past?" Xu Shujian paused: "It's not right, he is already old. Many things should be taken lightly, even if it is for wives and children, there is no need to use such an extreme method of atonement."

Song Fengchen put down his chopsticks and said, "I guess the old woman will not live long."

"Huh?" Xu Shujian was slightly taken aback, is it so mysterious?

"Mr. Qu is a smart person, otherwise he would not be able to be the director of the water transport terminal. The old woman did not want him to know these things, but sometimes, a little clue would reveal the truth of the matter, not to mention it suddenly happened. Such a big thing. When a person's suspicion is magnified to the extreme, the sixth sense is often terrifyingly accurate."

"He just loves his wife deeply." Nothing else.

Song Fengchen said.

He suddenly understood the old woman's feelings, and it was not a loss to fall in love with such a person willing to accompany her to death.

Thinking of this, Song Fengchen couldn't help shook his head, using a life to prove that what the old woman did was worthwhile, it was too extravagant.

Abandoning those kindnesses and grievances, the love between the two of them may not be called great, but at least it is eloquent.

Hearing this, Xu Shujian's heart was touched for a long time and couldn't calm down, he raised his head to look at Song Fengchen.

Song Fengchen's eyes moved slightly, and he stretched out his hand.

Xu Shujian met and put her hands up.

Song Fengchen gently pulled, and the person entered his arms.

When Xu Shujian reacted, he was already sitting on Song Fengchen's lap, with his arms around his neck.

After a short tweak, Xu Shujian came down and pursed her lips: "If..."

Song Fengchen interrupted him and said softly: "You kiss me and I'll tell you."

To Song Fengchen's smiling eyebrows, Xu Shujian's heart also seemed to be smeared with honey, with a faint sweetness. He lowered his head and stopped just one centimeter away from the corner of the mouth of the person under him.

The two warm breaths were intertwined, and the next moment, Xu Shujian approached a little bit until Song Fengchen's lips were pressed, and he left with a light touch.

With his eyes facing each other, Xu Shujian's heart moved, he leaned forward and kissed Song Fengchen again.

There will be a second time, there will be a third time...

Song Fengchen was not satisfied with this slick kiss. When Xu Shujian came to the door again, he opened his mouth and bit the other's lips, his tongue flexibly pried open his unguarded teeth, hooked his soft and moist tongue, and danced. Lingering.

Later, Song Fengchen hugged Xu Shujian and fell on the sofa, while picking up bananas, he attached it to Xu Shujian's ear and said: "If that day comes and you walk in front of me, then I will accompany you to die."

Although reluctant, Xu Shujian couldn't help but bend his lips when he heard these words. He relaxed his body and accepted the intrusion from the people on his body.

After sleeping until noon, Song Fengchen was refreshed. He kissed the corner of the man's mouth: "What do you want to eat at noon?"

"Well," Xu Shujian closed her eyes and thought for a while, dragging a long nasal sound: "Tomato and egg noodles."

"Okay." Song Fengchen promised, getting up and getting out of bed.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, a little guy rushed out to face him, climbed up on his shoulders in twos and twos, staring at two small watery eyes, yelling aggrievedly, and raising his paws to lead. Song Fengchen looked to the balcony.

Following the little guy's sight, Song Fengchen turned his head to see, the honeysuckle tree rustled, and the next moment, an apple-sized white head emerged from it.

The little head looked at Song Fengchen, blinked, got out of the bushes, and stood up straight.

This is a ferret with shiny hair and almost no variegated color. It is about forty centimeters tall, with short legs and long slender body.

"Squeak, squeak," the little thing was furious when seeing this ferret, and tried to ask Song Fengchen to drive this guy away from its territory, "Squeaky——"

Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows slightly, ignoring the little monkey jumping up and down, his eyes fell on the honeysuckle on the balcony, and intuitively told him that this ferret, like the little guy on him, was attracted by this honeysuckle.

Recalling the unusualness of this honeysuckle tree, Song Fengchen raised his foot and walked over to the balcony.

At this moment, the ferret blinked again, turned and jumped onto the balcony, and ran away.

"Xianzhizhizhi——" The little guy cheered, and then saw Song Fengchen standing still in front of the honeysuckle flowers.

I don't know why, a bad idea suddenly arisen in its heart.

Song Fengchen reached out and grabbed a honeysuckle bud, put it under his nose and sniffed it. It didn't seem to be any different except that the smell was stronger than normal honeysuckle.

His gaze fell on the little guy with the four characters "Uneasy" written all over his body, remembering the way it usually steals honeysuckle, and decisively threw the honeysuckle into his mouth.

At the moment his teeth snapped the flower stem, a hair-sized spiritual energy rose from his mouth into the heavenly spirit cover.

good stuff.

Song Fengchen's eyes lit up.

Seeing this scene, the little thing rolled his eyes and lay weakly on Song Fengchen's shoulder.

It's over, its big baby no longer belongs to it.

Blame that guy--

It sniffed and hated the ferret decisively.