Chapter 62: Middle-aged Uncle?

  Embarrassing, very embarrassing.

  The baby has never been so miserable.

  Sat up with hands on the ground, just about to get up, but felt something in hand, turned head to look, it was cow dung, smelled it, stinky, a strong smell of cow crap.

  She felt that today was really her unlucky day, not only did she encounter a despicable and unscrupulous middle-aged man, but also touched a cow's fart.

  Suddenly felt something was wrong with his buttocks, turned around and found himself sitting on cow dung, hurriedly stood up.

  Hahaha

  Song Wen was still smiling and gloating on the other side.

  The baby looked and was furious, with a fire burning in her heart that could kill. If it weren't for this despicable middle-aged uncle, she wouldn't have fallen into the cow dung either.

  "Laugh, laugh you dead man's head."

  Muttering under her breath, she flung the cow dung stuck on her hand over there.

  Never seen anything so funny, Song Wenle couldn't stop laughing. Suddenly saw the little kid in front of him with cow dung stuck on his hand and threw it over, instinctively closed his mouth, wanted to dodge, but unfortunately was too close, no time to dodge.

  A cow pat flew over and stuck to his face with a "slap", feeling strange, as if there was a faint grassy smell.

  "You little brat, what are you doing? Watch out or I'll beat you up!" Song Wen shouted angrily at Baobao while wiping the cow dung off his face.

  Baby heard "little fart" and immediately jumped up and loudly retorted: "You're the little fart, you're the little fart, your whole family are little farts."

  Song Wen was so angry that he almost lost his breath. If she weren't a girl, he would have liked to grab her and give her a good scolding. But as a man, he couldn't quarrel with a girl, so he could only glare at her hatefully, as if trying to scold her with his eyes.

  The baby puffed out her still undeveloped little chest, put her hands on her hips, and glared at him fiercely, as if she wanted to stare him to death.

  At this time, the sparrow came back to its senses from its surprise and saw the two of them staring at each other like fighting cocks, not knowing what to do.

  Bamboo forest blocking the mountain road, suddenly a Hummer turned out.

  A fierce horse galloped swiftly, rushing across a small stream and arriving in front of Song Wenzhi and the others.

  Huang Xiaojun got off the car and saw Song Wen and a girl staring at each other like they were in a fierce stare-down, found it strange, so she walked over.

  Song Wen had already seen Huang Xiaojun coming over, but felt that he couldn't lose face in front of this little kid, so he didn't even turn his head to greet him.

  "What's wrong, Song Wen?" Huang Xiaojun came closer, looking at them curiously and asked.

  "This little brat threw cow dung on my face, if she weren't a girl, I'd have beaten her up like a panda." Song Wen said angrily.

  "Come on, who's afraid of whom? The turtle is afraid of the iron hammer." Baby said with a fist, unwilling to admit defeat.

  "With your kung fu skills that aren't even as good as a three-legged cat's, you're calling yourself the national master?" Song Wen said disdainfully.

  "You're the three-legged cat! I'm the unbeatable master of our courtyard, don't believe me? Ask the sparrow. Isn't that right, Sparrow?"

  "Uh-huh" The sparrow nodded repeatedly. But there were some words she didn't say, and the children in their yard were all under ten years old.

  Seeing the baby was like seeing a small porcupine, covered in quills. And with sharp teeth and a pointed mouth, Song Wen was too lazy to bother with her, so he called out for Huang Xiaojun to come in and make tea.

  Who would have thought that the baby, familiar with the scene, ran up and grabbed Huang Xiaojun's hand, looking at her with tears in his eyes and saying: "Sister, is this middle-aged man bullying people?"

  Song Wen almost choked with rage, "Middle-aged uncle, he's not even thirty years old yet? Can't you see he's still a kind and unmarried young man?"

  Middle-aged uncle? ?

  Huang Xiaojun listened and looked at Song Wen, seeing his messy hair, the cow dung prints all over his face, and that unkempt beard, really looking like the infamous Big Uncle, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  "How did he bully you?" Huang Xiaojun smiled and looked at Song Wen, asking Baobao.

  "He...he..."

  The baby tried hard to recall the evidence of the middle-aged uncle bullying her in front of her, but found that this middle-aged uncle not only didn't bully her, but seemed to be bullied by her. However, she didn't care about it, anyway, he was the one who made her step on cow dung.

  "After thinking for a moment, the baby said: 'He let the cow pull the poop here, hurt me to fall on it, and got all over my body with cow poop. And, he just looked at someone's chest very lewdly.'"

  As she spoke, she patted her chest with a serious expression, as if to emphasize something, though it was unclear whether what she had could even be called a chest.

  Song Wen only felt a blackness in front of his eyes and almost fell over. He thought to himself: "My god, if you want me to see it, there has to be something to see!"

  Thinking about it, I couldn't help but glance at that still undeveloped chest, and accidentally caught by the sharp-eyed baby.

  "Look what look, keep looking and you'll dig out your own eyes."

  "We need something to watch too!"

  Song Wen said with disdain in a low voice, but was heard by the baby, who suddenly became furious and pounced over with her teeth and claws bared, and Huang Xiaojun hastily grabbed hold of her.

  "Stinky uncle, broken uncle, rotten uncle, despicable uncle, unscrupulous uncle..."

  Although caught by Huang Xiaojun, Baobao's mouth didn't stop, and she angrily scolded Song Wen.

  "Alright, alright, don't scold anymore, little sister, what's your name?" Huang Xiaojun looked at Song Wen with a gloomy expression and asked Baobao with a smile.

  After listening to Huang Xiaojun's words, the baby stopped scolding and stared at Song Wen fiercely before responding to Huang Xiaojun: "My name is Baobao, hers is Mazai. Sister, you are really beautiful."

  "You're pretty too, look at your clothes all dirty, go inside and wash them!"

  The baby looked at himself and found his back and hands were all covered with cow dung, so he nodded.

  "Song Wen, take the baby to wash up, okay? You're all dirty." Huang Xiaojun said to Song Wen.

  "Sister, you should come with us too, otherwise this uncle will take a peek."

  The baby said with a defensive face, Huang Xiaojun glanced at Song Wen and smiled in response.

  Song Wenzai wasn't interested in these little brats, so he took them to the bathroom, washed up himself in his room, and then returned to the living room to make tea.

  Before long, Huang Xiaojun also came out and Song Wen invited her to have some tea.

  Unexpectedly, she looked at Song Wen and then shook her head, seemingly a bit annoyed, saying "You?" before walking out.

  Song Wen was speechless, thinking to himself: what's going on? Does he really think I put that cow dung there? He thought: the cow dung was left by a cow, not me, has he made a mistake?

  Not long after, Huang Xiaojun bought clothes from Songjiabao Xincun.

  This back and forth, I don't know what's going on, a few girls are actually intimate like good sisters, two girls even sweetly called Huang Xiaojun sister, making Huang Xiaojun's eyebrows curve with laughter.

  After finishing her bath, Baby and Sparrow followed Huang Xiaojun to the front yard.

  Song Wen was brewing tea and invited them to sit down. As a big man, he didn't want to argue with a little kid, so he let it go.

  It's almost noon, Huang Xiaojun took a look at Baobao and the others, then said to Song Wen: "Is it okay if we have lunch here?"

  Actually, she could also take the babies to Songjiapu for dinner, but she had something to ask Song Wen, and she already considered Song Wen as a friend, so going out to eat seemed too unfamiliar.

  "Welcome, warm welcome."

  "Here you go." The baby tossed a bag he was holding in his hand over to Song Wen.

  "What is it?" Song Wen took it over and asked without opening it.

  "My clothes." The baby said with his little waist twisted.

  "I don't want your stinky clothes, take them and throw them away yourself." Song Wen threw them over.

  "Is that your stinky clothes? I won't throw them away, I'll just leave them at your place to attract bugs." The baby said viciously, clearly still angry with him.

  Song Wen ignored her and invited Huang Xiaojun to have tea.

  The baby saw that he didn't care about himself, and in a fit of rage, he put his clothes aside. He also remembered the matter of picking osmanthus flowers, and wasn't afraid of being known by Song Wen, so he called out to the sparrow to go out and pick together.

  "It's great to be young."

  Watching the two jumping and lively figures, Huang Xiaojun sighed and said.

  "Aren't you also very young?" Song Wen said with a smile beside him.

  "You're still young, just over twenty."

  "You don't look it; if you hadn't told me, I would have thought you were sixteen."

  "You think I'm still a kid who's just reading books?!"

  Huang Xiaojun glared at him with a bad temper and said.

  But women, when they hear others say that they are young, can't help but feel a little pleased. For a moment, they are so happy that their eyebrows curve slightly upwards.