Shaoqiu looked at Hua Gu's smile, and he was already drunk just by looking at it. This charming face like a peach blossom, with tender eyes and tenderness, was even more fascinating. What's more, Xiaohua already has a prince at this time, and she is confused about her love life. Where can she find a warm home?
Hua Gu just looked at this and sang a song frivolously, but Shaoqiu didn't want to hear it. At this time, he was hiding in the grass, but he was single-mindedly pulling weeds. For him, other boring things seemed superfluous. of. Seeing that Shaoqiu was not grateful, Hua Gu's face was quite unhappy, and her teeth gritted loudly, but she could not get angry on the spot, which was detrimental to a lady's dignity. When Hua Gu left, she left behind a sentence that made Shaoqiu very interesting. She asked him to choose a day to help her pull weeds. After leaving these words, he jumped frivolously again, hummed a song, left here, and disappeared for a while.
Shaoqiu wore a bamboo hat and stayed alone in this mountain. The melons in the field were teased by Uncle Hua, and it became like a garbage dump. If we don't tidy up, life will not be easy now. As the sun set, the wind seemed to be roaring continuously on the mountain. In the roar of the wind, someone was talking to him, ordering him not to stay in the mountain anymore, otherwise, something unexpected would happen.
Shaoqiu did not dare to stay in this mountain, and when he went back, there was no one on the road. The vast night surrounded him, and in the valley, it was as dark as a ghost, which made people want to cry.
He went back to his house and stayed there, while the people in the deserted village passed by his house, but no one greeted them. Seeing it as nothing, making it seem so lonely for a moment, facing the roar of the wind alone, listening to the river flowing eastward, I feel so desolate that even the ancients must not be able to compare with it.
As soon as Uncle Hua saw Shaoqiu returning to the house, he still stood guard in front of the door. At this time, he was squatting on a stone and chatting with Haohua without words. In autumn, I didn’t forget to spit. Uncle Hua is sitting on a stone, which makes people feel that this house does not belong to Shaoqiu, but to Uncle Hua.
Since Xiaohua had a prince, Xiaohua still seems to want to walk past Shaoqiu's house and go to make soy sauce not far ahead. Of course, Xiaohua's real intention is not that simple. She definitely wants to walk past Shaoqiu. In front of his house, listen to the sound of him reading. And the meaning of Uncle Hua staying in front of this house, in a nutshell, is to prevent Xiao Hua from appearing. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the prince to know. Furthermore, when Xiaohua walked through this dilapidated house, let alone talking to Shaoqiu, even if she was smelled by the smell of this house, it would stain her.
His little flower, a good young girl, was tainted by Shaoqiu's house, and it even affected the prince's feelings for his daughter. This is such a wicked thing. Uncle Hua, can you not stay in front of Shaoqiu's house?
But the reason why Haohua stayed in front of the house was not that simple. At this time, she also sang a song. Although it was not pleasant to listen to, she still had to sing it. Ling Shaoqiu stayed in his room, listening to this tuneless song, and felt quite upset for a moment. He would not have stayed here unless he had nowhere else to go.
Haohua secretly thought that the reason why Shaoqiu did not go out to work, but stayed in this dilapidated hut with ulterior motives. Although others may not know, but he could hide it from her? Didn't he just want to be with his daughter? However, my daughter looks like a fairy. No matter how bad the marriage is, she will not marry this person. Of course, she also sympathized with Shaoqiu. As a poor person, if she thought about it, there was nothing she could do about it. But she had to live in the same village with this person. She was truly unlucky for eight lifetimes.
At this time, she was leaning against a bundle of rotten firewood in despair, with her eyes closed, as if she was thinking of ways to deal with this poor man. However, after thinking about it for so long, my mind felt a little dizzy for a while, so I stopped thinking about it. I no longer hated Shaoqiu, but I deeply regretted that I couldn't think of a way to deal with it. At this moment, I really want to slap myself. It’s so useless. It’s better to die like this!
The good flower leaned on the rotten firewood for a while, and then left in a very spiritless manner, looking as depressed as Zhou Yafu's meeting Emperor Jing of the Han Dynasty. But Hua Bo still stayed there, fearing that if Xiaohua came here, it would not be good. If he were not afraid of the objections of the people in the deserted village, he would have blocked this road long ago.
While Uncle Hua was squatting on a stone, Shaoqiu stayed in the room. Although it was dark inside and the lights were not very bright, he could barely read a book. Just when he was about to recite loudly, Hua Bo coughed outside the door, trying to express his dissatisfaction with his reading in this way. When hearing Hua Bo coughing, Shaoqiu did not dare to read for a while.
Staying in the house in silence, watching the time go by, listening to the sound of the river in vain, Shaoqiu felt confused. If I don't study, how can I spend this long night? How can I walk out of this house and wander around in the deserted village? It definitely won't work.
Gu touched Uncle Hua and left. Shaoqiu resumed reading loudly. At this moment, he heard someone coming. If he listened carefully, it was not Uncle Hua. When Hua Bo walked through the door, he spat with all his strength and roared again, as if he had seen a ghost.
Faced with such a situation, does Shaoqiu still dare to read? Of course he didn't, so he remained silent again, hoping to wait until Uncle Hua left before reading again. However, who would have expected that Uncle Hua squatted on a stone outside the door again, cursed mother, lit a cigarette, and started smoking.
At this time, Xiao Hua came over from somewhere and saw Uncle Hua staying here from a distance. She didn't dare to come over for a moment, but just called out from a distance. Uncle Hua roared at this time, which obviously meant to call. Xiaohua, don't come over, otherwise, you'll be rude. Seeing that things have come to this, Xiaohua probably won't be able to talk to Shaoqiu anymore, and she may not be able to return the books she borrowed from him.
"Dad, let me make the soy sauce!" Xiaohua said to Uncle Hua from a distance, her voice a little sad, as if she wanted to cry.
"Don't you still have soy sauce at home? Why do you want to make soy sauce again? Don't come here soon. Go back. You can't pass by here. Otherwise, I won't recognize you in the future. Do you understand?" Hua Bo said patiently. .
"Oh, okay, I won't bother with soy sauce anymore. I'm going back now, okay?" Xiaohua replied.
"Go back, otherwise, I would rather recognize a stone than your daughter. Do you understand?" Hua Bo said.
"I know." Xiaohua replied.
Uncle Hua stayed in front of Shaoqiu's house for a while. There was no one around, so he kept coughing and spit out a big jar of phlegm. However, it seems that it is not enough to stop Shaoqiu. For a moment, he does not want to stay here anymore, because drowsiness has come, and the night is getting late. If he does not go back, going to the mountains to work tomorrow will become a problem.
Seeing a lot of firewood in front of Shaoqiu's house, Uncle Hua was secretly happy. Why not light the firewood? In this way, would Shaoqiu still be in the mood to study? Hua Bo did what he thought and lit a fire in front of Shaoqiu's house. Suddenly a raging fire shot up into the sky. The fire lit up the deserted village. People screamed, fearing that the fire would spread to their houses and their property would be destroyed. For nothing, it would be impossible to live a good life.
After lighting a fire in front of Shaoqiu's house, Hua Bo laughed and left. He must have thought that Shaoqiu would never be able to study again, and his little flower would not marry such a despicable person. What a happy event. Uncle Hua lit a fire, then returned to his room, closed the door, and did not dare to come out for a while, fearing that others would say bad things about him. After all, setting fire was not a good idea.
At this time, people in the deserted village went out one after another, carrying water to put out the fire. If Shaoqiu was not at home, he happened to be walking back from the river at this time, and he helped everyone put out the fire in front of the door. Fortunately, the fire was not too big, it just blackened the windows. However, just rinse it with water and it's no big deal.
