Chapter 112: Song Tuan Sells Meng

  Xiang Hong couldn't help but smile secretly, these two little guys were indeed quite righteous, they knew that to defeat the tiger, one had to rely on their own brothers; one was willing to sacrifice a good hand for his brother's sake, and the other didn't hesitate to share the meager fruits of labor for his younger brother.

  It is indeed rare for children who have just awakened to self-consciousness to understand sacrifice and forbearance.

  After admiring it, she still couldn't figure out how the two brothers were passing information to each other.

  All right, patiently accompany them to play a few rounds, it's also a good experience, unexpectedly two little kids can teach her a lesson, if not careful, she might even lose to Luoben.

  Another round has begun, and the careless goods will soon be exposed.

  Song Jiaju was the youngest and had shallow Tao, one careless move, helped Song Jiayun to play a good card, several cards in a row were all useful, his hand was smooth and fluent, Song Jiaju played another three bars, he let go of the card, happily clapping his paws, slyly smiling at Song Jiaju who had lost all his chips.

  "Come on, the temperature in the house is just right, little colt, let's run a lap for brother and sister-in-law!"

  Song Jiaju heard the words and jumped up from the soft sofa, wailing loudly, his innocent eyes filled with tears, his small shoulders trembling, his little mouth pouting, his small hands clenched together in a twist, pitifully staring at Sang Hong.

  "Ahhhhh - Unfair! - Little Auntie, I also want to bet again, Luo Ben is stalling."

  This pitiful little appearance seemed to have failed to awaken the conscience of the evil young master, Song Jiajin's small body leaned back, away from the mahjong table, with her arms around her chest and her legs crossed, looking at him calmly.

  "Hey, Auntie isn't your creditor, what are you asking her for? You already owe me two cards, and it's not the same as when I applied for an extension earlier. Let's follow the rules!"

  After finishing speaking, he snapped his fingers, indicating that he could start undressing. The gesture was extremely cool and casual, as if it were a miniature version of Song Shu Hao's arrogance.

  Xiang Hong couldn't help but glance at the pitiful and pleading little guy, his chubby and pathetic appearance made him feel like a delicious dish, this little bottom is really making me weak!

  She gritted her teeth, her small heart aching with every beat, and pointed at Song Jiajin with her fingers, making a helpless gesture, saying nothing, and then turned to indulge in the view.

  "Auntie, you're all bullying me!" Song Jiaju looked around for help but found none, his expression as pitiful as could be.

  Song Jiabao, who had been lively all along, saw that Sang Hong was also joining in the excitement and immediately applauded happily. He took out his high-end mobile phone with higher pixels than a professional camera from his pocket and pointed it at Song Jiaru, also snapping a photo.

  “sun—boy，go——go——go！”

  Xiang Hong was also very interested in their harmless bad taste, and looked at Song Jiabao's mobile phone, immediately secretly took out her own mobile phone.

  The heart secretly laughed and said - other people's children, thinking that their mothers have not seen such a shiny little body after the age of five, it feels very accomplished. If this photo is kept for twenty years later, won't it be very explosive?

  Song Jiayin was not the first time to tease Xiao Jiaju like this, he cooperated with the situation very skillfully: "Xiao Ju, hurry up, don't you see that your aunt is also cheering for you? Luo Hui will come back and there will be another round, quick."

  "Auntie, help me get revenge in the next round, let's cheat together."

  Song Jiaju panted and stared at the two brothers, exposing them.

  "Cheating? Stop, stop, stop! You say they cheated?" Sang Hong raised her hand to halt the proceedings, wanting to clear the name of the wrongly accused child.

  "Mmm!" Song Jiaju's little head nodded very affirmatively.

  "How did they cheat?" asked Sang Hong and Xi gently.

  "They've been exchanging flirtatious glances since kindergarten, and even have secret signals when they go to the bathroom." Song Jiachu said with a straight face.

  Eh——Xiang Hong was surprised: "Then did you see how they just fed each other cards?" The guy who thought he was more clever than her came out to enlighten her.

  "They blinked their eyes as a signal, widened their eyes to ask for buns, and stretched out their fingers to ask for the ones on the stick." Song Jia exposed the old bottom line.

  "Haha, the legend of the doomsday myth! Who said that playing cards doesn't allow blinking or staring? You all blinked too, are you all cheating?" Song Jiabao said with a cold tone.

  "Cut, dissatisfied with the air, Luo Ben ran after you, and you can stare at your eyes to catch cheating." Song Jiayin smiled very calmly, not like his younger brother who was fierce inside.

  Xiao Jia's face turned red with rage, and he stamped his foot: "Strip if you must, but Auntie will help me take revenge in the next round!"

  Xiang Hong was amused by the little guy's heroic gesture of cutting his wrist: "Okay, okay, Auntie will help you take revenge later."

  Song Jiayin gave her a slanted glance, secretly laughing at her for being overconfident. She pursed her lips and thought to herself, "Later when we win, she'll have to sing the rabbit song and dance the rabbit dance for us. I wonder if Young Master will be delighted by that?"

  Song Jiaju took off his jacket and threw it on the sofa, then he took off his sweater, followed by his pants, leaving only a small pair of underwear covering his plump little butt, he lifted his foot and was about to run towards the middle aisle.

  Song Jiayin tapped her fingers on the table and smiled: "It's Luo - Ben."

  He emphasized the word "naked" with a prolonged tone, especially with that pair of piercing eyes, looking like a wicked and evil young master.

  Song Jiabao slammed his hand on the table and burst out laughing, while Sang Hong was holding her stomach and couldn't laugh anymore.

  Song Jiaju knew he couldn't get away with it, and there was no room for mercy. He immediately let out a cold snort, bent down and "whoosh" took off his underpants.

  "Wow, wow - Xiao Pizi is so tender and delicate." Song Jiabao took out his phone and took pictures around him.

  Song Jiayin calmly observed for a moment and commented: "Eh---so small."

  Song Jiabao smiled slyly and leaned in closer: "It's a bit small."

  Xiang Hong stared blankly at the two brothers fooling around and secretly took out her phone to take a perfect shot of that little guy.

  Song Jiaju was furious, and he couldn't care less about being embarrassed. He stood there stark naked, with his hands on his hips, looking very majestic. His little belly was heaving with anger, and his little Song was hanging down limply. With a swaggering air, he raised his small arm to provoke: "Is yours big? Is it big? Let's take them off and compare! Let Auntie be the judge!"

  Xiang Hong glanced at everyone's gaze and casually put away her phone, cooperating with Xiao Jiaju to say: "That's right, without comparison there is no right to evaluate."

  "He's not even comparable to his smallest, he's so big, pigs would laugh." Song Jiayin glanced at the two of them with a hint of disdain, "Using the intimidation tactic on us two, you're both too tender."

  Xiang Hong felt like covering her face, Song Jiajin was too evil.

  Song Jiaju has always been afraid to disobey Song Jiayin, but as soon as he questioned his measurements, he started yelling loudly: "Hmph, you don't dare compare because it proves you're guilty."

  Song Jiabao took a good photo with his mobile phone. Song Jiajin leaned over to take a look and commented, "Zoom in and pay attention to the details."

  "Good!" Song Jiabao responded and turned around.

  Song Jiaju quickly turned around and ran away in a flash, while the guy stood firmly with his horse's hooves and took pictures of him.

  Xiang Hong couldn't help but be silent for a long time, what kind of bad taste did these two brothers have?

  Song Jiaju had just run half a circle around the house and arrived at the door when the entertainment room's door creaked open.

  Song Shuwei was taken aback, instinctively dodging to block his grandfather's path. He took a closer look and found that the small, white thing that had flashed by with a gust of wind was actually Song Jiaju, that little scamp.

  He ran over a few steps, grabbed his little ear and made him stand still: "What are you up to, you little scamp?"

  "Uncle - save me - they're all bullying me - "

  "Who bullied you?" Song Shuyu looked at those three guys who were dressed neatly and looked very serious.

  "Two bad brothers."

  Song Jiaju finished speaking, turned his head to look at the few people who came in, twisted and turned his small waist, shyly covering his main parts and ran through the entire route.

  Rushed onto the sofa, quickly put on a coat, didn't even wear underwear, directly put on thick warm pants, rushed to the mahjong table:

  "Grandfather has arrived, presiding over justice, re-divide the cards, I want revenge."

  Song Jiayin pointed to the small underwear that Song Jiaju didn't wear and said, "The child is teachable, knowing that his poker skills are bad, he directly prepares for the second round of Luoben."

  Song Jiaju was busy mobilizing reinforcements: "Little uncle, I and Little Aunt are in the same class, they just wanted to let Little Aunt lose and sing 'Little Rabbit, Be Good', dance the rabbit dance!"

  Song Shuwei raised an eyebrow and glanced at Sang Hong, who was smiling and pretending to be innocent as she helped Song Dàyǒu sit on the sofa.

  "Really? These two kids dare to challenge you like this?"

  Xiang Hong pursed her lips but smiled without speaking.

  Song Jiayin felt threatened, ran over to grab Song Dahai's hand and pulled him onto her large soft sofa: "Old master, sit next to me and help me cheer."

  With this backing, he sat steadily in his grandfather's arms and opened his mouth:

  "Little uncle, Little Auntie said that in the casino there is no father and son relationship, she let us do as we please." Song Jiayin slowly washed away her guilt.

  Song Shu Hao's face muscles were slightly twisted, these two sons were born to make trouble and be funny, damn it, the first time they accompanied their aunt to play cards, they dared to propose a bet - Luo Ben.

  It turned out that the people in the living room chatted for a while and felt too depressed, thinking of their sons' mischievous nature, Song Shu-hao suggested that everyone go up to take a look.

  As soon as I entered the door, I was startled by Song Jia's loud voice. This group of kids is indeed not easy to get along with. Fortunately, Sang Hong didn't show any unbearable expression.

  Wang Jing walked at the end, entering the door last. She heard people in front asking everyone to hurry up and close the door. She took a peek and saw their treasure running around outside. Indeed - this kid could never get out of his two older brothers' hands, yet he still wanted to follow them and have some fun.

  She instinctively glanced at the air conditioner in the house, feeling that the temperature was not normally high, and suddenly felt relieved. She saw everyone busy taking care of the old man, she just stood behind, watching her son Pippi quickly put on his jacket.

  She felt her son was a bit lonely for the first time, but it was just a child's game, and she easily relaxed herself. Today, the most embarrassing thing should be this girl who came to the door for the first time. She certainly didn't want to speak out and bring trouble to others.

  However, Xiang Hong had already seen her and smiled slightly, explaining: "Second sister-in-law, I turned on the air conditioner as soon as I came in, so Xiaojia won't catch a chill."

  Xiang Hong saw Song Shu Hao and his wife automatically sit behind Song Jia Bao, and understood that the woman standing next to Song Shu Ye was Song Jia Ju's mother. She didn't want to be misunderstood - being such a big person, not knowing how to stop the children's pranks.

  No one blamed Sang Hong, because everyone was very clear that this pair of chaotic demons were not so easily swayed by others. They even began to sympathize with Sang Hong for being willing to stoop to playing with the child, and they all knew that if she dared to lose, the singing and dancing routine would absolutely not be spared.

  The scene quickly became lively.

  Song Shu-hao and his wife sat on the edge of Song Jia-bao's sofa, Song Da-you sat behind Song Jia-jing, Song Shu-ye and Wang Jing stood behind Song Jia-ju, Zhang Yun-ping looked at Sang Hong sitting alone, couldn't help but feel a little pitiful.

  Although everyone wants to see what song and dance routine Sang Hong will come up with if she loses, this approach is too obvious, won't it make the little girl feel disheartened?

  Zhang Yunping after all is a senior, she couldn't help but gently pull Song Shuyu's arm, hinting for him to sit next to Sang Hong.

  Xiang Hong's eyes flickered up to see their small movements, and she made a reassuring gesture to Song Shuyu, then turned to her mother-in-law with a grateful smile: "Auntie, just help Xiao Ju out, I can play better on my own."

  Song Shuwei chuckled and said with a thick face: "Sang Hong, I think everyone wants to see you dance the rabbit dance. Looking at this lineup, why don't you just admit defeat and dance one? Let me enjoy the visual feast too!"

  "Little uncle, isn't this also a case of 'winning the war without fighting'?" Song Jiajin couldn't help but use the phrase she had just learned from Sun Tzu's Art of War to describe how he was persuading his little aunt to surrender.

  Song Dàyǒu smiled and patted his great-grandson's head, praising: "Not bad, you've made progress!"

  Pausing for a moment, he said: "Shu Ye, you're not doing well. Originally, Sang Yaotou was looking forward to your solid backing to give her encouragement, but unexpectedly, you're actually specializing in pulling out the spark plug!

  But Sang Yaotou is indeed material for a special forces soldier, how could she possibly admit defeat without a fight!

  His words made the two daughters-in-law look at Sang Hong in a new light, although they had some understanding of Sang Hong's basic situation, but this special soldier qualification that she had just obtained, they didn't have time to know in advance.

  Would there actually be a special forces sister-in-law?

  The two of them just thought it was a headache-inducing thing to think about.

  Song Jiayin immediately waved his small hand as soon as the old master said that Sang Hong was unlikely to surrender: "The game has started, I'm the banker! Everyone just wait and see Auntie sing and dance!"

  As she spoke, her small hand pressed the colored button and opened the card.

  Then, amidst the lively and cheerful laughter, the first round of onlookers began.

  With the effect of having a military strategist, it's just different. Zhang Yunping let Song Jiaju play whatever card he wanted, and Wang Jing looked at her son's bewildered expression as he threw out his cards and couldn't help but sigh:

  "Good boy, although mom knows you're not good at Mahjong, but just like your brothers, you've been sitting at the Mahjong table in mom's tummy for over eight months of prenatal education, didn't expect that you wouldn't inherit any talent."

  "Mommy - in this aspect, I'm like my little uncle. Grandma said that when he was young, he had no talent for playing mahjong and always ended up losing his pants to Daddy and Uncle."

  Song Jiaju was unhappy and immediately pulled out Song Shuyu from behind him to use as a shield.

  Song Shuwei's face turned black as soon as he heard the words, and he gritted his teeth and retorted: "How can you be compared to me? I still had a small underpants left when I was young, but you lost even your underpants and ran away with nothing on, how can you compare with me?"

  His words inadvertently made everyone burst out laughing.

  Especially when Song Shu Hao smiled and glanced at him with an excited eye, the shame of playing mahjong in his childhood suddenly flooded into Song Shu Yu's mind, and he gritted his teeth and said:

  "Xiang Hong, even now they still haven't forgotten my past shame, and it's gotten to the point where even a little brat like this dares to use me as a scapegoat. You must get revenge for me! This father-son duo is a perfect match, both of them love bullying people younger than themselves, and what's even more infuriating is that they both have a twisted habit of using stripping as a bargaining chip!!"

  His words of complaint, almost in tears, made everyone laugh even more happily.

  Song Dàyǒu laughed and patted his chest, saying: "It seems that Little Yu has not forgotten the humiliation of those years. Look, he even let his wife come out to avenge him."

  Zhang Yunping laughed heartily and felt her eyes getting a little moist, how many years had it been since she last saw her youngest son so lively and full of energy?

  Song Shu Hao patted his shoulder: "No wonder you didn't go to help your wife, it turns out that you still have a headache about mahjong until now."

  Xiang Hong smiled slyly at Song Shu Yu and said, "It's a small matter, you want to see which of the two little brothers will run away first, or simply let them both go together. I heard that after the age of five, even their mother doesn't let them look at that little butt, so I'll win this round for justice."

  As soon as Shang Hong's words fell to the ground, she was met with an even louder burst of laughter.

  "Ah——" Song Shuyu felt a little embarrassed, he had never known that this girl could talk nonsense without even thinking about it.

  Can't help but feel that it was my own weakness and timidity that misled Hong's heroic passion: "Hong, with such revolutionary ideals, you'd better preserve yourself and not let these little rascals make a fool of you."

  As for turning defeat into victory, I reckon we'll have to wait until our little Honghong is born and takes over this arduous and distant task.

  His words were like a comedic interlude, and it was almost as if he had made an excellent improvisation on the spot, making those adults nearly laugh to tears.

  Xiang Hong listened to Song Shu Yu's words and was utterly embarrassed. Is this the cold and all-powerful Captain Song? How can he be so...so clumsy at the mahjong table?

  She wanted to cover her face and pretend she didn't know this person.

  Of course, she could imagine and would like to witness the bitter history of Song Shuyu's youth at the mahjong table. She also wanted to comfort him by stroking his head and saying - from today on, Song Shuyu's bitter history of playing mahjong will be rewritten with bold strokes by her, Sang Hong!

  Song Shuwei expected Sang Hong to take advantage of the stage he had set up for her, say a few soft words and let herself down from the pedestal. However, she just gave him a glance with her eyelids, and suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body.

  She was thinking, was she giving him a flirtatious glance or a cold stare? How did it make him feel so unsettled and unsure?

  He is concerned about her well-being...

  Xiang Hong lowered her eyelids, automatically shielding the surrounding distracting information, wanting to see her twist her waist and dance the rabbit dance, and see how she would deal with these two little rabbits.

  With the help of these military strategist-level mahjong masters, the scene was fiery. One by one, they stopped playing cards, and every time they drew a tile, they held their breath in anticipation of getting what they wanted.

  The game ended in a draw amidst universal regret.

  The thief's treasure was about to expose San Hong's despicable behavior of not allowing anyone to touch or eat the cards.

  Shang Hong had long been prepared for this move, and all the cards were inserted in a disorderly manner. At a glance, not even the stop card was seen.

  The twin brothers exchanged a knowing glance and both let out a sigh of relief - they had said so, how could their little aunt be so magical as to always pinch their cards.

  Song Jiaju seeing this, also revealed the cards in his hand, letting everyone take a look at how good a hand he had, and also revealed Song Jiajin's cards.

  Xiang Hong quietly searched for the habits of the mastermind from the three exposed cards, then slowly pushed one card at a time into the hole in the middle of the table. If possible, she still wanted to let those two little rascals off early, the air conditioner indoors was too hot and she didn't want to sit anymore.

  Song Shuyu and all the behind-the-scenes planners looked at Sang Hong with admiration, able to calmly play cards in such a siege, considered somewhat capable, they were all very clear about her hard work in maintaining the draw.

  Song Jiaju bit his lip and whispered: "Grandma, Xiaoyi and I are in the same class, we must take revenge on those two despicable people!"

  Zhang Yunping patted her grandson's head and smiled at him, moved by the fact that this little guy actually had a sympathetic heart and was able to distinguish between kindness and resentment.

  In the second round, Song Jiachu, sitting opposite Sang Hong, acted as a gunner and actively fed cards to Sang Hong. Seeing that Song Dajiang had the intention of letting the old lady win, he followed suit and pointed at Song Jiajin to play cards, so Sang Hong won this round smoothly and was speechless.

  She was supposed to be a big shot, but she also knew that winners in the card game couldn't afford to give away any advantage. Facing such a strong opponent, once she let her guard down, the situation could easily turn against her.

  Xiang Hong rubbed her nose somewhat gloomily and somewhat reluctantly put down the sign.

  There was another person who was also very unwilling - Song Jiajin looked at the cards in his hand, thought for a moment with some doubt, and came to the conclusion that Lao Ye's command was not reliable. He made up his mind decisively, next time he would definitely make Xiao Shu lose.

  In the third game, after getting a winning card at the bottom, Xiang Hong's spirit relaxed a lot. She calmly began to set up and calculate her cards, and everything unfolded under her control.

  Song Dàyǒu was the first to notice that Sang Hong's behavior was unusual, and this time her move seemed too out of line. He felt something was wrong and quickly instructed Song Jiǎyǐn to respond, but unexpectedly Song Jiǎyǐn decided to act alone and ignored his instructions.

  Xiang Hong was delighted to see that the tile in her hand had finally reached its peak, and when it was her turn to draw a tile, she drew one after another, until only one tile was left in her hand, and with a move as bold as scooping the moon from the sea, she self-drew a double.

  She smiled and arranged the tiles in front of her, creating an unprecedented classic win in the "point cannon" style that they had never seen before: four concealed pungs plus a self-drawn double.

  The legendary ten consecutive wins!

  Song Shuwei was the first to react, he raised his hand and pinched his own face, hurting so much that he let out a cry of pain, realizing it wasn't a dream. He immediately ran to Sang Hong's side, hugged her shoulders with both hands, and kissed her face with a loud smack, almost bursting into tears:

  "Heaven has finally opened its eyes! Red, I now understand what was lacking in my fate. It turns out that everything was waiting for this day to come and fill it up with you!"

  Haha, you old hands, are you convinced? When have you ever seen such valuable cards?

  The twins of the Song family looked at a certain dog-legged man with disdain, what are you happy about? From head to toe, except for saying depressing words to her, you didn't exert any strength, why are you so happy as if you won something.

  "Dad, Mom, Little Aunt has won, shouldn't Little Uncle be ashamed? What's he happy about!" Song Jiabao was very unhappy, did both brothers misjudge her? Was Little Aunt really a mastermind?

  "Haha, kiddo, you don't get it, do you? Your little aunt is even younger than me, so if she wins the card game, that means I win too! Off with your clothes - all three of you brothers line up and take off your pants!"

  Song Shuyu has long been trampled on in the matter of playing mahjong, and he won't be stimulated by a little kid's words. How can he be ashamed in front of them?

  He's not stupid enough to think that Sang Hong won this round just because of luck.

  What a refreshing feeling! He felt like he had never been so dominant at the poker table before.

  "Hong Hong, you're truly a treasure I've picked up! Today, you defeated all these people and helped my husband vent the resentment that's been building up in his chest for over a decade. From now on, I'm your die-hard fan!"

  Two little guys made vomiting gestures at his words and quickly started undressing, Luo Ben was going to continue what... how to say? Hurry up and run away - hurry up and start - hurry up and take revenge.

  Song Jiaju had experienced it once before and now that he saw his two opponents were also stark naked, he happily said:

  "Auntie, you really kept your word and helped me take revenge!"

  Young uncle, I support you. It turns out that we two have the same taste in women after all. Hurry up and say those cheesy words to my aunt on my behalf!

  This remark made all the adults who were staring at the Sanhong brand logo burst out laughing.

  He saw that everyone's attention had been drawn over, and Luo Ben's small body, which had run around in a circle, had indeed gained immunity. He smiled and said, "I really did have some foresight, heh heh."

  He said, lifting his hand to hook the waistband of Song Jiajin's small underwear, taking a peek and laughing: "Huh, brother's is also small, still want to laugh at me, hurry up and take it off, let's compare."

  Song Jiayin reluctantly and slowly took off her little underwear, turned around, and stared at him with a stern expression. Song Jiaju was so scared that he hid his head in Wang Jing's arms, and then ran away quickly.

  "Brother, wait for me." Song Jiabao also removed his last line of defense and followed.

  Song Shuwei asked strangely: "Honghong, why are you taking pictures of them? They're just a bunch of kids, what's the point?"

  His words drew a burst of contempt.

  Xiang Hong's smile had a hint of cunning: "In over a decade, their girlfriends will be playing mahjong here, and by then, it'll definitely be worth something."

  Song Shuwei put away the strange and sour feeling in his heart, and rubbed San Hong's short hair with a smile: "Wife, you're making me more and more admiring of you. Following you is indeed promising."

  Digression

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