Rebirth of the dumb husband and wife

Chapter 20 Second Master

Song Jinshu happily took the face person from Yan Cheng's hand, held it in his hand, looked left and right, and couldn't put it down, even his eyes laughed late, and the light in the distance reflected in his pupils.

Yan Cheng paid the old grandmother at the wonton stall and took Song Jinshu to the deeper part of the market.

Tao Xueye said that there were fireworks by the moat tonight, and Yan Cheng wanted to take Song Jinshu to have a look.

Song Jinshu, who got the face man, couldn't care about the surrounding scenes at all, and his eyes were full of little face man with white and clean hands that were seven points similar to him. Yan Cheng had to protect him in his arms to prevent people coming and going from bumping into him. Hearing

a small stall selling masks, Song Jinshu stopped in his tracks for a rare moment, and glanced at the masks curiously.

"Want to buy one?"

Song Jinshu looked at the noodle man in his hand with some embarrassment. He had already asked Yan Cheng to buy one thing for him, and if it wasn't, he would be a little too far ahead?

Shaking his head against his will, just as he was about to pull Yan Cheng away from the stall, the owner of the stall saw his mind and took a fox mask from the shelf and handed it to him.

"Does the young master like this mask?" The

beloved fox mask was dangling in front of his eyes, Song Jinshu's eyes were straightened, seeing Yan Cheng start to draw the purse, he hurriedly grabbed Yan Cheng's hand, but in a hurry he even opened his mouth from his mouth. A few words popped out.

"No...don't buy it!"

Hearing Song Jinshu's words, Yan Cheng dared to go against his will again, the smile on his face instantly rose, he hugged Song Jinshu into his arms, waved his hand and said to the stall owner Apologize.

The stall owner was not angry, he shook his hand and hung the fox's mask back to its original position, watching the two walk away holding hands.

"Good Jinshu, tell me a few more words."

Song Jinshu raised his head to meet Yancheng's expectant gaze, opened his mouth, but still couldn't make a sound, his eyes were full of confusion.

Yan Cheng also knew that he couldn't force it. If he could hear a sentence occasionally, it showed that Song Jinshu did not resist speaking, and he would definitely be cured in the future.

Thinking like this, his mood became much clearer, and he didn't hold Song Jinshu to listen to him again, and dragged him to the river.

Although Yan Cheng let it go, Song Jinshu still remembered this matter.

Last time Yan Cheng wanted to listen to him, but he was so nervous and anxious that he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth. It was the same today, when Yan Cheng stared at him, he couldn't say a word.

Song Jinshu complained a little about himself, unable to satisfy even such a small wish as Yan Cheng.

In order to prevent himself from getting separated from Song Jinshu, Yan Cheng simply hugged the person in front of him, and tightly protected Song Jinshu with both hands.

"Second...Second Master."

Song Jinshu's voice as delicate as a mosquito rang in his ears, and if he didn't listen carefully, he could easily be drowned out by the noisy noise around him.

Yan Cheng was stunned for a moment, overjoyed, he pulled Song Jinshu and stood still in the crowd.

"What did you call just now? I didn't hear you. Tell me again."

The people around cast strange glances. Song Jinshu was uncomfortable, and lowered his head and his ears were red with snow.

Not far away, fireworks bloomed, and the bright fireworks illuminated half of the sky, and also illuminated the cinnabar mole between Song Jinshu's eyebrows.

Song Jinshu was attracted by the fireworks, and pulled Yancheng's sleeve, signaling him not to stand in the middle of the road.

However, Yan Cheng made a mistake, and even snatched the face person from Song Jinshu's hand and held it over his head so that Song Jinshu could not easily get it.

"Call me again, just one more time, and I'll give you the noodle maker and show you the fireworks and lanterns."

Song Jinshu glared at Yancheng angrily, looking anxiously at the noodle maker he couldn't reach. He was about to cry, and finally looked at him with tears in his eyes.

"I'm calling you, Er, Er Ye."