Madam, go home and farm

Chapter 82
Because of the accident that night, Hong Haoan felt extremely shy, and did not dare to speak directly to Puhuang for two or three days.

Every time he faced Hong Haoan's head, Puhuang felt a little helpless, Hong Haoan was too shy, she didn't think it was a problem as a woman, and he, a big man, felt that it was impossible to lose his virginity, so he looked at the sky speechlessly.

Regarding this, Pu Huang didn't even bother to talk about him, because he was afraid that he would become angry, and there were only the two of them in a house, to see how long he could last.

Fortunately, Hong Haoan also adjusted himself later, and the strange thing is that he no longer felt stiff or uncomfortable when he touched Puhuang, and he even "cooperated" very, very often.But Puhuang, who was eaten a lot of tofu unknowingly, didn't realize that the shy man she thought would also have a day of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Some careless Puhuang didn't notice any difference. The atmosphere between the two became more and more harmonious, and she became more and more comfortable when doing some things, just like a young couple who have lived together for a long time.

Puhuang processed a little kudzu, and then went to the county with Hong Haoan according to the original plan, planning to go to the pharmacy to see how much the quality of kudzu is, and Hong Haoan's leg, she plans to buy some live blood The medicinal materials for dredging collaterals are used to soak the bamboo jars, and when the time comes, cup the jars for Hong Haoan.

She specially picked the days after the market, so people are better, it is convenient to buy things, and Hong Haoan's pressure is not so great.

Puhuang doesn't know how to drive mule carts, but Hong Haoan has experience, he said he wants to try, Puhuang thought about it, Cui's can borrow it, and it doesn't cost money, but it is practical, so he agreed to let Hong Haoan Try it, if the mule is disobedient, she'll give him a good whip.

But this mule is very docile, it seems that he has been adjusted and taught well, and Hong Haoan's skills at the beginning are a bit rusty, but he got familiar with it after a while, and the car does not bump at all.Puhuang sat on the side of the car leisurely, looking at the scenery on both sides of the road leisurely. It would be great if there were two more folk songs at this time.

Pu Huang is a tone-deficient person, so naturally she wouldn't come to talk about it. She directly asked Hong Haoan to come. Although the people here don't have the habit of singing, both men and women can come to a few words, and they can compose the matter in front of them. Come up with a tune, which is very unfamiliar to her, with a peculiar rhythm, which is very burdensome with this environment.

Hong Haoan's ears turned red, he glanced at Puhuang, and asked, "Lady, do you really want to hear me sing?"

Pu Huang nodded, not aware of the other meanings in his words, "Yes, yes, there is still a while, it's quite boring, I'll listen to some songs you sing."

"Okay, my lady, you sit down."

This sentence made Puhuang be careful. Could it be that he sang so badly that she would fall out of the car in fright when she cried like ghosts and howled like wolves?

Prepared mentally, Puhuang pricked up his ears.

Hong Hao'an cleared his throat, and began to sing, with a low voice and a rhythm Puhuang had never heard before, but it wasn't that scary, but why couldn't she understand a single word?It feels like listening to foreign language songs in the previous life and being confused.

But the charm of music is that you don’t necessarily know the lyrics, the melody alone can move people. She heard the depression and sadness in the song, and the next melody changed, so she couldn’t hear what she was trying to express , but it sounds good. For her who is tone-deaf, well, it's quite to her liking.

When Hong Haoan used to walk the darts, the roads were boring, a bunch of big men only talked dirty, they just sang or something, to pass the boring poems.So when Puhuang asked him to sing, he was startled.

After what happened that night, he was indeed shy, but he also used those few days to reflect on himself, and finally, he confirmed his heart.In the past, he might have thought of letting Puhuang go because of inferiority complex, but later he found that he really liked this girl who didn't like dealing with human relations, and had a strange power and was even a witch in the eyes of the villagers.

So, he began to actively express himself, step by step, let her get used to being around him, and make himself the most important person to her.So when Puhuang asked him to sing, he was pleasantly surprised and excited. He wanted to express his feelings for her by singing.

While controlling the speed of the mule cart, Hong Haoan sang affectionately, while peeking at Puhuang's expression, but she was always looking at the surrounding scenery, her feet swayed with the rotation of the wheel, looking very happy , did she understand?

Will she reply me in the same way with singing?

In the village, during the Lantern Festival, that is the most daring and open time. When you meet someone you like, you can express your affection regardless of gender.This was the first time he sang to a girl, did she feel it?

If Pu Huang really knew what Hong Haoan was thinking and what she was singing, she would definitely spit out old blood on Hong Haoan's face. How could she sing a song with an unfamiliar melody with a body that was incomplete and filled with outsiders? Express affection, forgive this girl who really doesn't understand anything.

So Hong Hao'an really thought too much, she couldn't understand the affectionate confession song he sang to Puhuang, it was no different from playing the piano to a cow!

Until Hong Haoan finished singing, Puhuang still didn't turn around and give him a sweet and shy smile or something, he was surprised, why didn't he respond, is the lady shy?Touching his chin, Hong Hao'an thought, how about rewriting the lyrics and singing it again?
So, Hong Haoan started to sing again, this time, his volume was much louder.

Puhuang didn't think much about it, she squinted her eyes halfway, it was really good, and there was someone singing for her on the spot in the car, it was quite enjoyable!

At this time, a few farmers came in front of them. They listened to Hong Haoan's singing and looked at the Pu Huang on the car.

Pu Huang caught those eyes sensitively, and couldn't help wondering, what does this mean?Could it be that they misunderstood seeing them alone and widowed together?She combed her hair like a woman's.

Puhuang, who didn't think much about it, didn't even think about asking Hong Haoan the meaning of his songs, but Hong Haoan sang several confession songs with different meanings in succession, and each song was even more unpretentious. But there was no reaction at all, and the last song couldn't help but become depressed and sad.

Pu Huang listened, and also noticed his change, thinking that he was tired from singing, and after he finished singing, he handed over a bamboo tube of water, "You are thirsty, drink water!"

Hong Hao'an was stunned for a moment, and gave Puhuang several small eyes with great resentment.

Puhuang was at a loss, what's the matter, blame yourself for not cheering?Well, it must be like this, and he couldn't help comforting him: "You sing really well, really."

Hearing Puhuang's words, Hong Hao'an suddenly deflated like a balloon poked by a needle. Isn't that how she used to sing in her hometown?
At this time, Hong Hao'an came to his senses a little bit, and all his heartfelt confession was wasted.He looked up at the sky sadly at 45 degrees, why couldn't she understand, should he say it bluntly, but people would be shy!
　Hahaha, in fact, I always wanted to laugh when I wrote this chapter... If someone uses Nanyin to confess to me, I will only listen to the melody and be confused about the lyrics... Hahaha!In fact, the ancient music’s handling of words and sentences is really special. I really want to know how the Book of Songs, Tang Poems, Song Ci, and Yuan Qu are sung... I am proud of the wisdom of my ancestors...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)