Chapter 43: 43rd

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The county is more formal.
Of course, the city is more formal.
However, this time Song Qinghan was not as big as the city, and the commendation meeting only went to the county, but I heard that the city leaders will also come to participate in this. After going out to brag, they will be bigger than others.
In this era, the folk customs are simple, and they pay special attention to these things.
Wang Jianye was afraid that Song Qinghan had forgotten the time, and came over the previous day to remind him: "Qinghan?"
The young man with dark skin and handsome eyes came out, and he could see that his ears and neck seemed to be crimson (color), and his nose and forehead were covered with sweat. Seeing him was the same as seeing a savior: "Uncle Jianye."
Wang Jianye glanced at him doubtfully, but he soon remembered who his wife was, and suddenly understood why he reacted so. He must have been bullied by Jiao Jiao. It is estimated that he was doing (gan) work, and the silly boy did not dare to refuse.
He immediately felt compassion: "Hey, Qing Han, gather at five tomorrow morning, remember not to be late, do you have an alarm clock?"
"Yes." Song Qinghan sighed in relief. The captain came too timely. The two of them just had that scene. He almost got to dig the ground, and finally Jiao Jiao still had to look at it.
Wang Jianye whispered: "Well, would I tell Jiao Jiao that the tractor is not in a sufficient position, so she should not go?"
It's not good that the little girl is too bully.
Song Qinghan shook his head busy: "No, no, Jiao is looking forward to going to the county this time."
Wang Jianye looked at Song Qinghan with a fool's gaze, and thought again, if it weren't for his silly vigor, Su Zhengyang's cleverness, how could he be willing to marry his daughter.
He felt that he understood that sentence: good fortune and bad fortune.
The captain left, Song Qinghan looked at it on the left, and finally walked in. Finally, as soon as he came in, he saw the girl with a small face still blushing and looked at him shyly. He couldn’t see what he had just teased himself. He smiled softly and said softly: "Jiaojiao, I will change my clothes."
"Oh." Su Jiao Jia went out quickly.
She didn't know what happened just now, she was dizzy and looked at him shyly, she couldn't help teasing, and waited to calm down, but she felt that she had just done something stupid.
Of course, she doesn’t think it’s really Song Qinghan (meat rou) anymore. It is estimated that the real pants are always small, plus her hand-made needlework.
He really cherished wearing it for so long.
Su Jiao Jiao patted her hot face and bought a few pieces of underpants that were one yard larger than her estimated size directly from the matchmaker system.
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The next day, because I got up too early.
Su Jiao Jiao was sleepy (Shui).
When I came to the county, it was only six o'clock in the morning, and then several of them were taken to recognize people, and were taken to dinner. The only advantage is that it is all-inclusive. The cooking of this state-owned restaurant is very good. of.
Su Jiao as a family member can also be accompanied.
After more than ten days of magical spraying, Song Qinghan's arm wound was left with a shallow layer on the surface, no need to bandage, and it did not matter, his body did not leave any sequelae. The arms are as good as ever.
This is also the function of the magic spray.
A man who is so scratched by the wild boar fangs is probably estimated to have lost his arm. He is the only one who is so good, so everyone praises his resilience (qiang).
Song Qinghan responded with a smile all the way, calmly and unhurriedly.
At eight o'clock, everything is ready, and there are rehearsals!
Su Jiao looked bored, and then withdrew from the auditorium to go around and breathe in the fresh air.
This was originally a middle school, but it is still in the suspension stage.
She turned a few times, yawned and found a place to sit down, ready to close her eyes to refresh her mind, suddenly "　擦" sounded, Su Jiao looked at it curiously, and saw a young man in a trousers waistcoat take Holding a camera to take pictures of flowers and trees.
But I took a picture, and the young man came over and asked politely: "Hello, I am a reporter from Jinyang Daily. Where is the auditorium of the commendation meeting?"
"This way." Su Jiao Jiao pointed in a direction.
The youth thanked them and left quickly.
Su Jiao, a reporter who was curious about this era, also followed the past.
There were several reporters who came, but just now the young man was the most elegant.
As soon as she came back, Song Qinghan saw her, and they greeted each other from across the sky. Su Jiao and Jiao Qiao's smiles on their faces were two more points, and they became sweeter and more charming.
Seeing her again, the reporter came over with some curiosity: "Are you also the person in this commendation meeting?"
"I am the family member of the commendation." Su Jiao Jiao smiled.
The reporter's eyes lit up, he just tried to interview, but most of them were a little shy, or perhaps too exaggerated, and some dialects he couldn't understand, it was rare to be so generous, the girl's family, it is estimated that the temperament is also good, the speech should be It will be clearer and clearer, so I ask, "Can you take me to see you? Just can I interview?"
Su Jiao hesitated.
The man took out his press card and said seriously: "I am a real reporter, but I haven't gotten it right. This is an important task for me..."
The name on the reporter’s card is quite fun. Ji learns that his parents’ expectations of him.
"Okay." Su Jiao Jiao got a better feeling because of the name, so she nodded and led him over.
At this time, there was nothing wrong with Song Qinghan. He stood beside and rested against the wall. When he saw Su Jiao, he brought a man with narrowed eyes and pulled the person to his side: "What's wrong?"
"This is a reporter, and I want to interview you." Su Jiao Jiao smiled and looked at Xiang Ji to learn.
From this look, I found that Ji Jinshen (sex) looked at Song Qinghan strangely, as if he was puzzled and as if he had been acquainted?
Thinking about it, I saw Ji Study grinning, and asked, "Hello, my name is Ji Study, and I will study."
Li Qingshang, Song Qinghan nodded and said, "My name is Song Qinghan."
Ji Xue heard the name, his pupils shrunk, and he looked at his expression more and more, and said, "It's a coincidence, my uncle is also named Song."
Su Jiao's eyebrows jumped, and her years of experience in reading novels made her a little too sensitive. She always felt that learning in this discipline was not right.
Song Qinghan didn't feel it, but nodded dismissively.
The two began the interview process, Ji learned to ask him all the things, by the way, he asked all the teams clearly, and finally took a photo.
At the end of the study, Ji was quite reluctant, and wanted to ask him again.
Song Qinghan frowned slightly and changed the subject.
Su Jiao said softly on the side: "We have separated from his parents, and his parents have nothing to say to him like the children he picked up."
A little thoughtful thought flashed in Ji Xue's eyes, and he asked two more words, or Su Jiao Jiao replied, and at nine o'clock, the commendation meeting officially began, and this stopped.
Su Jiao looked at him silently taking pictures, and finally bid farewell to them, leaving all kinds of doubts in his heart.
Wouldn’t it be so bloody?
In fact, from the beginning, Su Jiao Jiao guessed that Song Qinghan may not be a child of Song’s parents. After all, Song’s parents treated the children like a child picked up by the hand. Cold blood.
But she loves reading novels. Although she is not so thorough about people (sexuality), she also knows that there are people who are so normal with their children, especially the world in the novel.
So that doubt was soon forgotten by her.
But this person behaved too obviously, and it was also that Ji Xue was not very young, and he was in his early twenties, so his emotions leaked out and made people pay attention.
She was thinking that Song Qinghan had come down from the high platform, still holding the certificate and reward in her hand, and smiled and stuffed the certificate: "Here."
"Thank you." Su Jiao Jia smiled immediately, holding the certificate in his hand, and the hot water bottle with the words of the commendation meeting: "This water bottle is for my mother, let her go to the aunts when the time comes!"
Song Qinghan nodded naturally and said a few more words. The topic turned to Gang Ji Study: "Why are you so passionate about him?"
This is not like her.
This person, Su Jiao, looked cute, and was actually colder than anyone else. No one except her family could intersect her. Even Ji Jiuan, she only stayed at the level of cooperation, but she was trying to spin herself. Extra trust and dependence on her.
Counting forward, Zhao Sisi, a passionate person, wrote to her three times after leaving the brigade, and she also returned three times, but the content of the letter was plain, which was completely opposite to a lot of Zhao Sisi.
Although the rituals are similar, according to Song Qinghan, this (guanguan) relationship will completely fade out within half a year.
Is it such a person who is too lazy to maintain the interpersonal relationship?
The two went out side by side, the leader’s tractor was still waiting, and the others who came together wanted to go around the county, so they were the two.
At this time, there was no sun or fear of sun exposure. The two of them sat up directly. Su Jiao said softly, "Have you ever doubted that they are not your biological parents?"
Song Qinghan was silent for a moment and nodded: "Naturally doubted, but she did (pregnantly) pregnant and did give birth to a boy. Those who gave birth to children during that time had never heard of anyone who lost the child."
Su Jiao Jiao frowned, still a little unwilling, but helpless, at this time, the paternity test technology has not yet appeared.

After completing the task this time, Ji learning was stunned again.
Colleagues pushed him: "I'm off work, go back first?"
"Oh, right away." Ji learns to nod his head, and his gentle eyebrows are still stunned, but his hands have already taken out the washed photos.
In the picture, the handsome young man with a small smile on his face clearly showed that he was an ordinary farmer, but his temperament was exceptional, and he was not humble.
Taking a closer look, Ji learns to take the mirror of the female colleague at the next table and use it for a closer look. It’s really not his illusion. Both of them have the same eyebrow, but this eyebrow looks gentle on him. In this young man, a little sharper.
On his aunt, however, it is romantic.
Looking at his other facial features, his nose is strong, his lips are thin, his eyebrows are so full, and he is really similar to his uncle.
At first he thought he and his uncle looked like a trance, and almost thought he was the illegitimate child of his uncle, but when he knew his age, he changed his mind.
Thinking of his aunt's plain and thin cousin who was extraordinarily arrogant, the unbelievable suspicion deepened in his heart.
Ji Xue held the photo in his hand tightly, took a deep breath, and decided to give it a try.
He got up, rode his Phoenix bike, and went to his aunt's house with some excitement.
Before entering the compound, Ji learned to say hello to the doorman, and when they told their aunt and uncle, a disgusted voice sounded: "Hey, why are you here again? Isn't it rare to say my house?"
Ji learned to turn his head, and he saw a young man who was a little shorter, thinner, pale (pale), and plain-looking, standing with a disdainful arc at the corner of his mouth (hooked), his chin slightly raised, He looked at him a little proudly.
This is his aunt's son: Song Yuan.
Ji Xuexue raised his eyebrows without making a sound, waiting to say hello there, he stepped directly on the pedal and rushed out.
When Song Yuan saw him neglecting himself so much, his face (color) suddenly became bad, and he sneered, so that he walked forward slowly.
However, a poor man always came to his house to fight the autumn wind.
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