If you fall again, you may be able to travel back!

But Song Sanyuan didn't dare to make this bet!

Once you come, you will be at peace!

Almost half an hour later, Song Sanyuan had adapted to the identity of this poor boy, look around--

There were ragged tables and chairs, and the walls were hung with the calendar that was rustling by the wind. A fat boy with a braid and wearing a red bellyband was holding a big red carp in his arms, with the printed underneath: "Congratulations to New Year 1992!"

Below the annual calendar painting is a long table with the colored "Magpie climbing the branches". The table is dark and dirty. On it is a large iron tea bottle with lotus patterns. Next to the tea bottle is a large white enamel tea cup with the "August 1" and "Five-pointed Stars" patterns printed on it.

"I'm so poor!" Song Sanyuan lay on the bed, pillowing his arm, couldn't help but sigh, "I feel like I have traveled to that TV series "The Love of Mountains and Seas". All the scenes in front of me are what the extremely poor households should have!"

Just as Song Sanyuan was thinking about it, Song Sandong, the little baby in Zhao Jinhua's arms, started crying "wow".

"Mom, I feel like I'm hungry!" Song Sanchun said.

"Mom, it seems that our milk powder has been used up." Song Sanxia said.

The child in Zhao Jinhua's arms "Hmph" took his little head and tried to urge Zhao Jinhua's chest. Zhao Jinhua reached out to comfort him, but he grabbed his fingers and stuffed them into his mouth and sucked them hard.

Seeing this, Song Sanyuan, the eldest son of the family, couldn't help frowning and moved. Zhao Jinhua thought he was about to get up, so she hurriedly pressed him down, "Your health is just right, lie down first! Sanchun and Sanxia, ​​don't be lazy, hurry up and do your winter vacation homework! As for you, Sanqiu, go and make the milk milk sperm!"

Song Sanchun and Song Sanxia raised their pretty faces together and stuck out their tongues at their mother in a mischievous manner. The two of them wanted to be lazy, but they were seen through by their mother.

After scolding his two daughters, Zhao Jinhua asked the fourth son Song Sanqiu to go to the drawer to find the milk powder and flush it for the fifth son who was holding in his arms. The milk powder of this era can simply replace milk powder, and the taste is even better.

Song Sanqiu is a little ghost. Although he is only eight or nine years old, he usually helps his family to do a lot of work. He skillfully takes out the "Chrysanthemum Brand" wheat milk essence from the drawer as his mother told him.

The wheat milk semen opened the mouth and clamped it with a wooden clip. When they opened the wooden clip, Song Sanqiu poured it into the bowl with a trembling mouth. When pouring it, he deliberately shook the wheat milk semen to the edge of the bowl a little bit, glanced behind him, and then he dipped his fingers and stuffed it into his mouth, and sucked it hard with his mouth!

After pouring the wheat milk essence, Song Sanqiu held the tea bottle again, opened the cork, and brewed a small bowl of wheat milk essence. Suddenly, the refreshing fragrance of wheat milk essence rose in the room.

Song Sanqiu drooled and looked at the slutty milk semen holding, and while Zhao Jinhua was not paying attention, he stretched his neck and took a sip of the bowl--he knew that this slutty milk semen was very delicious. Sometimes he had secretly drunk several times while his family was not around, and it was so beautiful!

But when Song Sanqiu was squeaking his mouth, he saw his brother Song Sanyuan lying on the bed and staring at him.

Song Sanqiu felt guilty and regretted that he had deliberately slapped this good brother before. If Song Sanyuan complained, he would have to be touched by the sole of the shoe on his butt!

Song Sanyuan didn't have time to pay attention to this little devil's head. He picked up the small round mirror on the bedside table and began to "observe" his rebirth of appearance!

...

"Uh, it's pretty handsome!"

Although Song Sanyuan was an elite successful business person in his previous life, he was very good at appearance, at least not as solid as the assets he accumulated, but the one in the mirror was a "beautiful man". In the words of his previous life, he was a famous "fresh man": red lips and white teeth, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, especially the starry eyes with a slightly peach blossom, which gave people a feeling of sadness and ecstasy.

You must have ideals in life!

What is the difference between not having an ideal and salted fish?

So Song Sanyuan looked at the scene of his family's silence and his appearance of being resurrected with full blood. Finally, he made a great wish in his heart - relying on his appearance, he could at least have a soft meal!

Song Sanyuan had no resistance or dissatisfaction with the soft rice.

In his previous life, there were so many slim and handsome internet celebrity models around him, and they all rely on him for their own income!

Now he relies on his own good looks to make their soft food. Is it wrong?

I will pay it back sooner or later if I come out!

Song Sanyuan was very open-minded.

But I am willing to eat "soft rice". The question is whether my parents agree? After all, parents in this era are very traditional, so who would like to see their children making a living by relying on their beauty? Children are all the parents' hearts and souls!

call----!

A gust of wind blew.

The dilapidated door opened and a figure broke in with snowflakes.

It was a man, in his forties, with a tall and handsome face, wearing a thick green military coat and a faded cotton hat. As soon as he entered the house, he began to stomp his feet hard and beat the snow on his body.

Seeing the man come back, Song Sanchun and Song Sanxia, ​​who had just sat down on their butt to do their homework, hurriedly ran over and chattered around him and said, "Dad, I'm starving to death, do you have any food?"

Song Sanqiu also hurriedly ran up, pulled the man's trouser legs, raised his little face and said pitifully: "Dad, I'm hungry!"

The man looked at the hungry children very apologetically, turned his head to look at his wife Zhao Jinhua who was holding the children, and sighed: "I have been running all day and haven't even borrowed rice! I don't think I can pass this year's end!"

Zhao Jinhua also sighed. Since she was born, all the valuable things at home have been sold as fines, and even the remaining grain has been sold. Now that the end of the year is approaching, the family of seven can only go hungry.

"But it doesn't matter. It's just dark, I'll think of a solution!" As the head of the family, Song Yuanchao turned his head to look at Song Sanyuan and said, "By the way, Sanyuan is awake? Are you in good health?"

"I woke up long ago! I touched his head and stopped burning!" Zhao Jinhua said.

"It's good if you don't burn it!" Song Yuanchao then had time to unbutton a row of black buttons on his coat, took off his thick military coat, put it on the bed, turned his face and looked at his son with great relief, then took the initiative to step forward, reached out to touch Song Sanyuan's forehead, and repeatedly confirmed whether he really had a fever.

Song Yuanchao's hands were colder than Zhao Jinhua's. His palms were wide and had many calluses, which did not seem to be as "lazy" as the legendary ones.

Song Sanyuan couldn't help but feel a warm feeling flowing from his heart, slowly offsetting the previous unwillingness and dissatisfaction.

He was an orphan in his previous life, and had never enjoyed the warmth of his family, nor did he experience fatherly and motherly love. At this moment, Song Yuanchao's sincere care made Song Sanyuan feel an indescribable warmth.

"Sure enough, no matter how hard a parent lives, he is very good to his children." Song Sanyuan muttered silently.

"Parents like this will definitely care for themselves and will never allow themselves to have a soft meal in the future!"

"Sanyuan, can you walk?" After Song Yuanchao confirmed that his son no longer had a fever, he lowered his body and looked at Song Sanyuan with more concern.

The distance was so close that Song Sanyuan could feel the warmth filled with Song Yuanchao's eyes.

Song Sanyuan nodded, "Yes, that's OK!"

"That's good!" Song Yuanchao said with great satisfaction, and then the topic changed, "Then you get up and go to the Lao Qin family to borrow some money, and the food is fine! The Chinese New Year is coming, and I ran a long way but didn't borrow a little! The Lao Qin family is different. You and his girl have been married since childhood. He is your future father-in-law after all! If you go to borrow, he is embarrassed not to give it to me!"

Song Sanyuan looked at this cheap dad with surprise.

Song Yuanchao didn't care about his son's surprised eyes at all, "Don't look at me with such eyes. Although I am your father, I really have no way to live! The "poverty alleviation chicken" and "relief food" sent on it was also exchanged for money for a gamble. I didn't expect that I lost all of them again! I originally wanted to have a try, but I had a few times of fighting in my life! If I win, we will have meat and spend money this year. I didn't expect that God would not help. We can only drink the northwest wind this winter!"

Song Yuanchao did not think that he was wrong in gambling, but just complained that he was not lucky.

"Now, those people are unwilling to lend me money. Even if I get rid of my mouth, it's useless! Sanyuan, you are different. You are still a child at least. Your father-in-law, Lao Qin is famous for his heart and soft-heartedness. If you beg him more, you can't kneel down and kowtow more, and cry a few times at the top of your throat. I don't believe that he won't pay!

Song Sanyuan widened his eyes.

Song Yuanchao continued: "Besides, you are so handsome that you deserve the little girl in their family! You borrowed money in the past to give their family face. As a father, he was unable to leave you with valuable things, only this handsome face!"

Song Sanyuan: “…?!”

Is what you left me handsome or shameless?

Seeing that his son seemed to have "accepted" his idea, Song Yuanchao rubbed his frozen hands and felt that his palms were much warmer, and said, "But the old Qin family has been on guard against our family. I have been there several times and have returned empty-handed. You should be careful when you go to borrow money, don't alert the snake---have you ever watched anti-Japanese films? Why do you say that..."
Chapter completed!