"It's okay, wait until you see the bird next time and say goodbye to it."

This is obviously used to coax the child, how could the bird I met by chance be met for the second time.

But it's really easy to use. Qingqing immediately regained his vitality and nodded happily: "Well, Qingqing will say goodbye to Xiaoniao in the future."

It's hard to say anything, Fu Sijin can only touch Qingqing's little head and smile silently.

The rafting trip of more than two hours is nothing fun except watching the scenery and taking pictures.

Fu Si would like to hear from the boatman that it is mainly due to the dry season and the river is not as turbulent as before, and the fun of this project cannot be brought out.

They occasionally encountered undulating waterfalls, and they had to get off the bamboo raft and wait for the boatman to pull the bamboo raft over.

Because the water level is too low, some of the water that forms the cascade is cut off, exposing the stones that have been washed round all the year round, and some of the water cannot support the bamboo raft.

However, occasionally, there are still lots of lots of water that can give people a little sense of surprise and not be boring.

An interesting incident happened midway. Fu Heng and Bai Qiyu who followed behind were too heavy, when they were going down the waterfall on the bamboo raft...

Got stuck.

The news was that Gu Lan, who was relatively close to them, took a video and sent it to the group deliberately to let everyone watch the joke.

Sure enough, Fu Sishen was the one who laughed the loudest.

[The appearance is handsome and dregs: Hahahaha... Laughing at me! 】

After this person sent the message, the text was not enough to express his inner happiness, so he had to send another voice to laugh at his father.

Fu Si kindly clicked on his brother's voice. In addition to a series of magical laughter, An Ran's helpless complaints were also mixed: "Are you really not afraid of Uncle Fu killing you?"

This person really has no desire to survive, and he is happily probing wildly on the edge of the cliff.

Fu Sishen: "..."

In fact, he also felt that his brother was very frustrated.

"Is Xiao Shen very happy?"

Qingqing, who didn't know what was going on, heard Fu Sishen's laughter and curiously moved her head.

"The carnival before the death."

Fu Si calmly retracted the phone, then took out a lollipop from his pocket, opened it and stuffed it into Qingqing's mouth.

If there is a gag to eat, Qingqing will naturally not say anything.

Concentrate on sugar candies.

Taking this opportunity, Fu Sijin also took a lot of cute photos of Qingqing, all of which were sent to the group, so as to ask for leniency.

Because he also remembered that he

The act of abducting Qingqing just now seems to be very deadly.

I hope my dad thinks he has grown up so much, don't beat him in front of others.

It is true that Fu Heng would not beat him, but he had already listed a lot of work in his heart, and was going to throw it away to two stupid sons who dared to pull out tiger beards.

It must be too idle to be so skinny.

After going back in the afternoon, we had a barbecue party as Qingqing wanted.

The large courtyard in the middle of the farmhouse was set up with a bonfire. Dancers in bright dance skirts sang and danced around the bonfire, while presenting various interesting performances to the guests.

Under the promenade, the barbecue grills were full of people, and more guests were standing elsewhere to watch the performance. The atmosphere was very warm. Even the more lively Fu Sishen and An Ran were dragged in. Follow the crowd to play together.

The adults didn't play with them, but looking at their relaxed expressions, you also know that everyone actually enjoyed this special party.

Qingqing sat happily in the corner away from the barbecue. Fu Heng sat on the left and Gu Lan on the right. Bai Qiyu was greeted by Chen Feng to reminisce about the past, and he could not come to grab a place.

Fu Heng was responsible for baking things specifically for Qingqing, while Fu Sijin was in charge of the food for all the staff. There was no way, but the cooking skills of the two fathers and sons were acceptable.

Gu Lan doesn't mind helping, but if he dares to bake, he has to see if others dare to eat.

"Qingqing, you try this."

After playing enough, An Ran came back alone, picked up a pack of white marshmallows and put them on the bamboo skewers. Without brushing anything, he grilled them with charcoal fire slightly, and then handed them to Qingqing.

Qingqing opened her mouth curiously and took a small bite. It was not very hot. Instead, the outer surface of the marshmallow was toasted and crispy, while the inside melted into a soft syrup. After a bite, there was a popping texture, which was very delicious.

The little guy immediately fell in love with the roasted marshmallows, and even his favorite meat was left out. He coquettishly begged An Ran to grill a few more skewers.

A small bag of marshmallows was almost eaten by Qingqing alone. If it weren't for the bag of marshmallows, it would only be two or three bunches together. Fu Heng would never give Qingqing so much.

"Hehehe... so delicious."

The snack shop was greatly satisfied and smiled brightly throughout.

The fire of the bonfire reflected on her immature side face, adding a touch of warmth to the bright smile, and finally fixed it in Fu Heng's mobile phone album.

"Gu Lan?"

While having fun, a hesitant voice suddenly came from several people.

Everyone turned their heads subconsciously and saw Han Weilan wearing casual clothes, standing not far away.

She seemed to be traveling too, dressed very casually, with no pink and daisy on her face. The enchanting and charming temperament was suppressed, a little more peaceful and gentle.

"Han Weilan?"

Gu Lan was a little surprised. He could actually meet her here: "Why are you here?"

"I took my family out to travel around. I didn't expect to see you, and I felt very familiar, so I came over and took a look. I didn't expect it to be you.

Han Weilan sorted out the broken hair that was blown away by the side of the temple, and clicked on a table not far away.

Gu Lan and the others followed their fingers and looked over, and saw a gray-haired old man with a little boy looking here.

The eyes on both sides collided. Out of respect for the elderly, Gu Lan smiled politely at the old man, and then got a lukewarm look back.

Gu Lan: "..."

Is he so annoying?

Withdrawing his gaze depressed, Gu Lan turned his head and saw Han Weilan staring straight at Qingqing's ignorant little face.

By the way, Han Weilan is Gu Qingqing's best friend, she must know her well!

Before Gu Lan could say anything, she heard Han Weilan questioningly: "This kid..."

"She is Qingqing's cousin, her nickname is'Qing Qing', and she is easy and light." Fu Heng explained calmly.

He expected that even if Gu Qingqing had disclosed his relationship with Han Weilan to his family, it would never be possible for every relative to tell Han Weilan clearly.

Sure enough, upon hearing this answer, Han Weilan immediately showed a stunned expression: "No wonder, the little guy and Qing Qing look alike, even the pronunciation of their names is the same."

Han Weilan had met Qingqing several times before, but had never seen her face. This was the first time to see what Xiao Qingqing looked like.

Although she was a little surprised by the similarity between her and her friends, in fact, every one of Gu's family looked alike, and there was nothing to fuss about.

"Gentlely, I'm a good friend of your cousin, elder sister."

Han Weilan teased Qingqing, but she didn't know that several big men were shocked in a cold sweat after watching this scene, for fear that Qingqing would say: "I don't have a cousin." Han Weilan's suspicion was aroused again.

Fortunately, Qingqing was nibbling on marshmallows in her mouth, and her attention was not focused on Han Weilan's words. She only heard people calling her to call someone, so she obediently called: "Sister."

"Hey, be good, be good." Gentlely squeezing Qingqing's face, she would disturb others by herself. Han Weilan got up wittily and said her goodbyes: "My mother and brother are still waiting for me. You eat, I won't bother you. "

"Good." Gu Lan almost watched Han Weilan leave.

As soon as they left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Gu Lan still thought to tease Fu Heng: "It seems that this young lady still hates you as always."

Because of her good girlfriend, Han Weilan's dislike for Fu Heng has always been shown on her face, and this time she directly ignored Fu Heng all the way, completely treating him as air.

Fu Heng didn't care, anyway, he and this wife's best friend were not familiar.

"Let's go back as soon as possible today and tomorrow after we have finished playing."

Fu Sijin said with some worry: "I'm afraid Qingqing will be recognized."

There was an Enron before, and now if another Han Weilan is added, Qing Qing’s secret might become unsecret one day.

"It's not necessary." Fu Heng's thoughts were obviously opposite to those of his son.

"Leaving immediately now will make us more suspicious. Han Weilan is a smart woman, and her suspicion will not be dispelled so easily."

And just as the elder son was worried, Han Weilan was too familiar with Gu Qingqing, and suddenly met a child who was so similar to a friend, even if they had just concealed it, but this did not mean that she really let go of suspicion.

It can only be said that, fortunately, ordinary people generally don't guess about those gods and ghosts.

So as long as they hold on, even if Han Weilan doubts, there is no evidence, there is no evidence.

Han Weilan returned to her seat. Mother Han took the grilled meat skewers to her younger son, and asked nonchalantly, "Anyone you know?"

"Well, it's my friend's family member." Han Weilan answered casually, and then gave her brother a bunch of grilled vegetables.

"Don't always eat meat, eat more vegetables."

Young brother Han pulled the vegetables into his mouth in silence, ignoring the meat his mother gave.

"Are any of them single, if the conditions are right..."

"Mom..." Han Weilan reluctantly intercepted her mother's words: "I have said that I don't want to think about this now, can you stop talking about it?"

"If you don't think about it or don't think about it, you're already forty years old. Do you really have to be alone for a lifetime!"

Han Muhu's face was a bit more indifferent with her already mean face.

Little brother Han was so scared that he shrank his neck and did not dare to speak.

Han Weilan is not afraid of her mother, but she also doesn't want her mother to worry about herself at such an age.

"Mom..." She stretched out her voice, with a little bit of coquettishness: "Don't rush me, it won't work, don't I still have a brother? I will raise him as a son in the future, and he will naturally be filial when he grows up. I."

"Being a son, he is you..."

Thinking of something, Mother Han immediately intercepted the conversation and lowered her head sullenly: "It's up to you, you are so big, and I can't control you anymore."

"Thank you mom." Han Weilan pretended not to hear her mother's mutter, and smiled and gave her a few skewers again.

The mother and daughter reconciled as before, but didn't notice that the younger brother Han raised his head, his eyes eagerly fell on Han Weilan, and then he retracted sadly.

No, Han Weilan noticed.

She poured a drink for her younger brother, and gently touched his little head: "I'm sorry, my elder sister is taking care of talking to my mother, and you are left out."

"It's okay." Young brother Han raised a bright smile and happily accepted his sister's intimacy.