Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

Chapter 38

Hearing such a grunt all of a sudden, Mother Song glared at him and said, "What are you talking about?"

Xue Ming spread his hands to show that he didn't say anything, Song Pingan looked up at him, gritted his molars, and said, "I didn't say anything, go home!"

Song's mother stared at him suspiciously, then nodded, and said: "Okay, don't be unwilling, go and say goodbye to your Aunt Zhou later."

Song Pingan hummed reluctantly, and secretly glanced at Xue Ming, meaning to ask him what he would do next.

We had to say goodbye, otherwise Zhou's mother would have to say that Song Ping'an was not polite. Xue Ming patted him on the shoulder, expressing that he would not take this little jealousy, "Ping'an, let's go and say a few words, and then return Don't worry, I will accompany you."

The words were ambiguous, Song Ping'an blushed and kicked over, "I want you to accompany me!"

Song's mother looked at the two of them suspiciously, and felt that Song Ping'an's attitude towards Xue Ming today was not right. He used to beat and scold him, so how could he restrain himself.

But that's fine too, if they can get along well, Xue Ming will be of great help to the family, and the family will still be able to earn a little money at that time, she thinks very well, never thinking that her son is already good enough to make a private decision with him for life.

The conversation ended here, and Mother Song took the two of them to talk to Mother Zhou and Brother Zhou Yun.When they went, Song Ping'an was still thinking about how to get back to them, so as not to hurt Brother Zhou Yun, but he didn't expect to talk about Xue Ming at the beginning and end.

Xue Ming was taken aback, but he wasn't stupid, it was obvious that Zhou's mother had taken a fancy to him, so he glanced at Brother Zhou Yun who had a dark face, and stopped talking.

And Song's mother didn't think of that incident at all, thinking that she had misunderstood Xue Ming, and she was still angry about Song Ping'an taking Xue Ming away just now, she told him a good word and made an appointment for Mid-Autumn Festival, and led him back. Home.

On the way, Song's mother pulled Xue Ming aside and asked secretly, "Do you want to tell Ping An that you take him to run a business tonight?"

He was leaving tomorrow, and now that he had agreed to his request to look around, the timing was just right, so he nodded.

Song's mother looked at Song Ping'an who was about to eavesdrop and had no time to put on a pose, and said, "I have discussed it with Xue Ming. There is no work to do at home now. How about you go to the business with Xue Ming?"

Song Pingan asked: "Have you discussed it before?"

Xue Ming hurriedly recited it, and at this time he could talk as little as possible, otherwise he would really not go with him if he got angry, and he would have to die of loneliness for more than a month.

However, even if he recited it, Song Ping'an could guess that it was his idea, and his mother definitely couldn't think of going there, so she refused without thinking, "No!"

Hearing what he said was so absolute, Xue Ming turned around quickly, trying to persuade him: "Will you think about it again?"

"If I don't want to go, I won't go!" After speaking, Song Pingan walked around the two of them and went down the mountain.

Song's mother sighed, "Xue Ming, Ping'an is too stubborn, even ten cows won't be able to pull back what has been decided."

Xue Ming waved his hand. As expected, he wanted to slap himself to death. He felt that it was too stupid to say a month just now, so he should have said two or three months. This is good, he went to run a business for a month and came back...

After returning home, Xue Ming consciously found a blanket and went to sleep outside, which surprised Song Pingan a little.

At night, when there were many mosquitoes, Song Ping'an couldn't bear it, let alone Xue Ming.

The window of the back room was raised by a gap. Song Pingan watched him move a small chair and sit under the big tree with his head leaning against the tree. He closed his eyes and said softly, "You deserve it, you deserve it if you bite to death."

Isn't it good to climb the bed?

After speaking, he jumped off the bed, opened the suitcase, took off the new clothes on his body, and dug out some newer clothes from the suitcase and put them into the bag.

After wrapping it up, I still felt that something was missing, and stuffed some medicine and sour dates from my aunt in the village.

A bag was bulging, and it was a bit difficult to carry it. After finishing all this, Song Ping'an raised the window again.

Although the moon on Qixi Festival is not very big, fortunately it is bright, and Xue Ming can clearly see every move at this moment.He frowned, stretched out his hand and waved away the mosquitoes around him.

Song Pingan thought he could be ruthless, and felt uncomfortable after watching it for a while, so he sat against the wall for a while.

His eyelids trembled, and he stared at the blue clothes on the bedside. It was the first time he had worn such beautiful and comfortable clothes since he was a child.

Sweet and strange!

After a while, he jumped off the bed, shook out his clothes and folded them, and carried the wooden basin to fetch water from the well.

With a bang, Xue Ming raised his brows, squinted his eyes and glanced at him, and saw him pick up a bucket of water, rubbed his clothes into it, put the saponins in it, and began to scrub.

Under the moonlight, only his back could be seen, and Xue Ming didn't know how lightly his movements were at this time.

Xue Ming turned the chair in the other direction, and fixed his fiery eyes on his back.

Song Ping'an felt that his back was burned through, and cursed in his heart: "Why don't you come with me!"

However, Xue Ming put on a rare image of a gentleman, and he was satisfied with watching quietly, without any outrageous actions, which made Song Ping'an's chest stagnate and almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

It won't take long for a piece of clothing to be washed, and Song Pingan dragged it out for a while before pouring out the sewage to prepare for rinsing.

While drying the clothes, Song Ping'an seemed to be dismantling his movements as slowly as he could. If he couldn't see his intentions at this time, he would be a ghost. mosquitoes.

Song Pingan shook his hands angrily just looking at it. He looked at Xue Ming from the air, his lips fluttered, and he couldn't bear it anymore and rushed to kick Xue Ming a few times: "I want you to watch! I want you to stay still!"

"Alright! Alright!" Xue Ming grabbed his ankle and pulled him towards him, and he sat in his arms.

How could Song Pingan fulfill his wish, and slapped his head, "Let me go, believe it or not, I can't even move you?"

"Letter! Letter!" Xue Ming clasped his waist, his long curly eyelashes flickering, and said hopefully, "Just let me hug you. It will take half a month to come back after leaving tomorrow."

Song Ping'an could hear the reluctance inside, and felt uncomfortable in his heart. The awkward energy came up again, and he slapped him on the head again, not too hard as if he was rubbing, and gave Xue Ming a slap. comfort.

"Don't fight! How can I come back to marry you if you are stupid?" He flicked a mosquito that was about to land on Song Ping'an's arm, and couldn't help sighing, "You, if you stay with me for too long good."

Song Ping'an clenched his fists tightly, it was rare for him not to struggle, and he muttered in a low voice: "I didn't ask you to go!"

Xue Ming felt itchy in his heart, and couldn't help pinching his face. Before he could say anything, Song Pingan suddenly jumped off him, kicked him down on the chair he was sitting on, and said angrily: "Be fucking honest. Believe it or not, I've abolished you!"

Lovers always like to blow their hair. Xue Ming said that he was really cute, as if he was tempting him to commit a crime.

Xue Ming followed his will and sat upright, "Okay, sit upright."

Song Ping'an suddenly lost his temper, and burned with anger again. He went up and pulled his clothes and dragged him into the room, pointing to the big bed and saying, "Go to bed for me."

"Then you..." Just after he said two words, Song Ping'an was about to go outside. Xue Ming quickly grabbed his wrist, "Either we sleep together, or I go to sleep outside."

Song Pingan shook off his hand, took two steps into the bed and said with a cold face, "Go to sleep for me, or I will beat you to death."

"You sleep inside. I'll get up early tomorrow, so I'm afraid I'll wake you up." Xue Ming said with a smile.

"I don't care where you sleep." As he said that, he tore off his shoes and lay on the outside of the bed. Naturally, he would not tell Xue Ming that he liked him crawling past him.

Xue Ming pressed the center of his eyebrows helplessly, he was too sleepy, so he might as well not argue with him, at worst he would be lighter tomorrow, so he crawled over him thinking about it.

Before sleeping, he would put a kitchen knife in the center of the bed, but it was difficult for him to sleep without the knife.Looking sideways at Song Ping'an, who was sleeping quite well, he couldn't control his hand, so he reached out and touched his arm.

Song Ping'an closed his eyes and didn't want to talk to him, but Xue Ming made an inch of it and directly shook him.

If it wasn't so early, Song Pingan would have to go up and give him a slap when he thought that he would have to drive the ox cart before dawn.

Xue Ming put it away when he saw it, and fell asleep holding his hand.

As soon as the dawn broke, Xue Ming woke up, and while the eyes of the people around him were still closed, he put his hand to his lips and kissed him.

Sitting by the bed, putting on his shoes, he went to lift the burden on the table. It was so heavy that he was surprised. When he opened it, he saw that there was everything inside.

Not only that, but there were also two bottles of pickles, three or four sheets of oil cakes and fried rice crusts on the table.

There is still temperature on it, and Xue Ming found that each piece of oil cake is coated with a layer of chili - this is the most common way he eats after he has chili.

Apparently Song Pingan didn't sleep for two hours, so he got up and prepared food for him.

His heart warmed up, and he went back to the bed and carefully remembered Song Ping'an's face in his mind.

Xue Ming tried his best to restrain the urge to knock him unconscious and carry him to run the business with him, picked up the bag and went out lightly.

The old man Niu who drove the ox cart was an old acquaintance with him. He heard his knock on the door, put on his clothes and was ready to drive the cart.

Xue Ming looked back at the small earthen house, and felt that he had to leave even though he was reluctant.

The old man Niu saw his burden with a whip, and joked: "Did you carry all the belongings of Ping An?"

Xue Ming handed him a piece of crispy rice, and jumped into the bullock cart with his hands up: "Let's go!"

The old man Niu took it over with a smile, "You fried rice, tsk tsk, Ping An is really willing to part with it."

Xue Ming hummed, squinted his eyes, and waited for him to drive the car for a while, opened his eyes and urged: "Why don't you go?"

Old man Niu: "I'm very anxious, there is another person behind."