"Xiaohua, Xiaojun..."

As soon as the aunt and nephew walked to the entrance of the village, they heard the voice of Aunt Xinghua from behind.

"I went to your house and saw that the door was locked. I was so busy." Aunt Xinghua came to them, and the three of them continued to walk forward. "I don't know how to greet my aunt when I go to the market."

"I just accompanied Xiaojun. He wanted to buy some snacks, so he came back when he went there. But he asked his aunt to talk about it. Then he would call you for gratitude from now on." Song Xingchen said with a smile.

Aunt Xinghua held Song Linyuan's hand and said, "Call me, it's not interesting to be at home alone. I just go to the big market and just look around. Maybe I want to buy something."

"I've written it down."

Along the way, many villagers greeted Aunt Xinghua with a smile. Song Linyuan would call someone when he saw someone familiar. However, Song Xingchen rarely spoke, but just looked ahead with a light look.

The villagers were a little ashamed when they saw Song Xingchen and didn't care about her attitude.

Even if I care, I dare not provoke it. The fact that Zhang Cuiying was suppressed by her some time ago is still vivid in my mind.

The markets in this era are still quite lively. Although you can’t buy anything, you can at least meet your daily needs.

She accompanied Song Linyuan to buy several snacks at the market, fried dough sticks, meat and several vegetables, and bought a few cloths here, and went back to make a sheet and quilt cover.

I didn't think about buying much, but I spent a lot of money on a trip to the market.

Aunt Xinghua didn’t buy much. She was alone at home and was always making do with her meals. She just saw something she wanted to eat and bought some temporary purchases.

"Aunt!" Song Linyuan grabbed her hand and then looked at the people in front of him.

She followed her eyes and saw five people over there, and perhaps she had discovered their aunt and nephew, and the oldest old lady came over.

"Xiaojun, why don't you call someone when you see grandma?" The other party looked down at Song Linyuan. Although there was a smile in his eyes, his smile was alienated.

"Isn't this Xiaojun? I'm here to go to the big market, what did you buy?" The middle-aged woman shook her body with grease and led a young man over to the top. Seeing the candied haws in Song Xiaojun's hand, she smiled and said, "Is it delicious? Give me one to my aunt."

Song Xingchen looked at the person in front of him coldly. Not to mention her, even Song Linyuan did not see the enthusiasm of his relatives.

He did not forget that after his parents were gone, the Yu family looked like a face. Even though he was young, the greed and barbarity of the Yu family were deeply engraved in Song Linyuan's mind and could not be erased easily.

"Is it appropriate for an adult and a child to eat?" she said lightly.

The woman looked up at Song Xingchen and glared in disgust, "Why is the little girl so ugly? Are you taking it seriously when I joke with my nephew?"

"What a great relationship, can you tell this joke? If you want to eat, buy it yourself, and if you don't want to eat, shut up." Song Xingchen responded with a cold face, and then said, "Let's go home, you have bought all the things."

Song Linyuan was unwilling to be with his grandmother's family, so he nodded obediently and let his aunt lead her outside.

Seeing this, Aunt Xinghua hurriedly followed. Before leaving, she rolled her eyes at the Yu family and almost made the woman angry.

"What, mom, this is a ungrateful wolf." The woman said to the old lady of the Yu family.

Old Mrs. Yu's expression was naturally not good-looking. As an elder, she came to say hello to her grandson, but the other party did not even have the minimum rules or respect. She had no farts on her mouth or the gourd that had been sawed.

When Yu Xuemei was still here, she loved her grandson a lot every year when she went home during the Chinese New Year. Who knew that she was so heartless and ungrateful now.

She was indeed thinking about the money, and at least there was a thousand yuan from her daughter. Her daughter and son-in-law died. The Song family had a yellow-haired girl, and there were no other elders. As a grandmother, she should take care of her grandson, and of course she still had that money.

As long as he has that amount of money, his grandsons can live a better life. With Yu Xuemei as big as that, shouldn't this amount of money be given to himself?

The result was good. I didn't make a penny, and the little beast was so angry that I said it was angering.

On the way back, Song Linyuan didn't say anything, and he knew he was a little depressed by looking at his expression.

"Are you unhappy?" When she got home, she asked.

The little guy sat in front of the stove and started to make a fire, "Grandma doesn't like me."

"You are now the pillar of the Song family. Your grandmother is from the Yu family. She is separated by a layer of her own. She has grandchildren, so it is normal for her not to like you." Song Xingchen would not say anything comforting to him. The adult world is cruel. In the face of the interests of most people, it goes without saying whether a grandson is important or not.

Of course, she could also use warm words to comfort him temporarily, but once he was given hope, he would probably fall into it in the future, and the price of sobering again was unbearable for ordinary people to bear.

"Let you choose one from your aunt and grandma's house, who do you choose?"

Song Linyuan looked up at her, looking as if he was taken for granted, "Then I will definitely choose my aunt."

"So..." Her eyebrows stretched out, "Your grandma would definitely not choose you in front of you and your grandchildren. Now I think about it, are you much more uncomfortable? You two are even."

The little guy frowned, and it seemed very reasonable to think about it. "Auntie is right. It's enough for me to have an aunt to love me. Anyway, I don't like grandma."

He didn't forget that in the first month of this year, he went to his grandma's house and his parents brought a lot of delicious food, including meat and sweetness, and the New Year gift was particularly heavy.

As a result, when cooking at noon, sweet potatoes were simmered in the stove, but he got the youngest one, and half of them were baked. Grandma said that he was the youngest and should eat the younger one.

My father said he wanted to give in to his brother and sister, but Song Linyuan didn't understand, and no one gave in to him.

"That's just that. Your grandma looks mean. If you really want to live with her, you will be bullied to death. She is not as beautiful as her aunt, and she will definitely not be as delicious as her aunt. The key is that she is not as good as her aunt to you. Think about whether you have made a profit?"

"..." Song Linyuan was a little confused. Is there anyone who praised him like this?

But thinking about it is true. If you follow grandma, you will never show your face to follow your aunt. If you have any reason, you will never hit someone, and you will never scold him.

It was really his profit!

"Yes!" The little guy's moves were so quick.

"So, you have nothing to be sad about. You have taken advantage of it. You are still holding a face in front of me and dislike me?"

"Don't dislike me, my aunt is the best aunt." I was afraid that my aunt would get angry if she answered slowly, and her head shaking like a rattle.

As for the slightest grievance and sadness in my heart, it has now disappeared.
Chapter completed!