Lu Yan said: "It is the water of the Yellow River, but it is a tributary of the tributaries, the water of the Yellow River is yellow or not, it depends on the time, especially the tributaries, if it is the upstream flood season, the river water will definitely catch a handful of sand, not the flood season, just like now, clear to the bottom." ”

Sun Li found a clean place on the shore, sat down, looked at Lu Yan not far away with fixed eyes, and said, "Did you say that those two girls just now would call someone to come and beat you?" ”

Lu Yan said: "No, this is very common, I just follow the customs, in fact, men and women sing in duets are like that, no one can turn out any flowers, there is a proverb here, called: The sand hits the wall and the wall does not fall, the mother-in-law does not annoy the Han Han, and the prostitute does not bite the dog who jumps over the wall." ”

Lian Yiming and Lu Yan glanced at each other and smiled tacitly, Sun Li gave him a blank look, and his ears were hot.

After waiting for a while, Sun Li asked, "I heard that there is a story behind every Xintianyou, did you sing it just now?" ”

"Of course there is, what, you want to hear it?" Lu Yan turned around and asked.

Lian Yiming sat under a willow tree, leaned on the trunk of the tree, pulled half of the willow leaf, held it in his mouth, and said, "Anyway, it's still early, you should tell a story."

Lu Yan thought for a while and said, "I'll just talk about the one that the girl sang just now, and I'm happy to talk about the rest, and you're embarrassed to listen to it." ”

Lian Yiming was happy again, Sun Li stretched out her hand and pulled a handful of water on her face, and splashed it on Lu Yan's side, she remembered the lyrics of a few lines of the song that Lu Yan had just sang: You want to hold my hand, I want to kiss your mouth, hold hands, kiss your mouth, let's go in the Lao, as for what to do in the Qilao, she is not a child who doesn't understand anything.

Lu Yan tilted his body, dodged, sat and thought for a while, and said: "In the past, there was such a village, which was a common village that could be seen everywhere in northern Shaanxi, and behind the village was a mountain, just like the one over there, without a stone, round, like a big steamed bun, and there were a few willow trees on the mountain, the leaves were very dense, and they were also round, like a green pompom.

At the foot of the hillside is a cave with dozens of families living in the village, who have lived in this village for generations, leaving early and returning late.

In the village, there is a beautiful girl, she is the best in the village, her parents guard her a child, the people in the village like her, the people who have seen her love her, their family opened a restaurant at the intersection of the road, the business is very prosperous, every day into the store, in order to eat, but also to see her, she is very dignified, but also very high, except for her parents, it is rare to see her smile at people. ”

Lu Yan's speech was very slow, as if he was narrating something he had really seen: "It's not that the girl doesn't laugh, but she just doesn't like to smile at irrelevant people, her eye waves only belong to Qingfeng and only to him."

He is a descendant of Houshan, eighteen or twenty years old, and he has to pass by them early every day to catch up with the county.

In the words of the mountains, he is very handsome, loves to laugh, is quite tall, and he can't help but be strong when he does this business.

Every day, he came into the store, and when he saw her, he felt happy, even if it was coarse tea and light rice, he felt sweet and delicious, and sometimes he came back hungry, and he didn't eat, and he left after staying in the restaurant, and he was full without eating or drinking.

She rolls out the dough for him, as serious as a wife, cutting the dough, the knife case rings in unison, her craftsmanship is very good, the dough is very thin, not greasy at all, go down to the pot lotus turn, and scoop it into the bowl for a nest of silk.

The girl turned around and found that Hou Sheng was looking at herself, and smiled at herself, she wanted to smile back at him, but after thinking about it, her face changed, how could she smile at people easily.

Hou Sheng lowered his head, even his neck was red, but he saw her two embroidered shoe tips under the tablecloth, and the noodles were ready.

The girl saw what he meant, but her face became even colder, and when the meal was served, the girl didn't take the chopsticks, she was angry with herself.

The next generation asked, "What about chopsticks?" ”

She said, "In the chopstick cage, you don't have long hands? ”

He was cold-hearted, the noodles in the past were slippery, and the food in his mouth was tasteless, and after swallowing dates, he didn't speak anymore and went out.

She smiled proudly, but hated him and secretly scolded him for being "a".

She doesn't really hate him, in her heart, she likes him, but she always feels that the girl's family should be reserved, otherwise people look down on him, and it will also test the mind of the future life. ”

Speaking of this, Lu Yan raised his head, saw that both of them were a little puzzled, paused, and said with a smile: "Xiaotou is a dialect, which means a person who has no backbone." ”

Sun Li hurriedly asked, "Then what's next?" ”

Lu Yan thought for a while and said, "Next, the queen didn't come for a few days, the girl was in a hurry, she sat at home all day and waited, and after waiting for a long time, she didn't bother to comb her hair."

Finally, one day, the girl was annoyed and secretly decided: "Don't come, okay!" ”

As for the woman, it was made of water, and she said cruel things on her lips, but in private, she cried, and cried several times.

Every day she heard the magpie crying in the tree outside the door, and when she came out, she realized that it was because the offspring was hitting the bird with a stone, which startled the bird.

He wanted to see her, but the simplicity of the people in the mountains made him feel embarrassed, so he could only come up with this method, hoping to attract the girl's attention.

When she saw him, she was stunned, and tears flowed out of her eyes.

He saw that she liked it, and walked towards the girl, but the girl was angry again, so he asked, "Why do you shoot birds?" ”

"I hate!"

"Hate birds?"

"It lives here."

"What's in your way?"

"Hate me too."

"Hate you?"

"Hate me for not being a bird!"

The girl understood what he meant, and she suddenly smiled again.

As soon as he saw her, she was silent at once, and he approached her again, but she went away again, until she walked into the kiln, thinking that he would come in with a curtain.

Looking back, Housheng did not come in, and when he walked out of the kiln to look, he was already gone, wiping tears as he walked.

She wanted to call him, but opened her mouth, but she didn't make a sound.

So she looked forward to his coming again, and she hoped for him to come again.

It's a pity that the next life never came, every day the foot people came and went from the door, the mule with three heads and five heads, the head was wrapped with red silk, and the silk was tied with a copper bell, as soon as the copper bell rang, she went out to see, the mule was set up with a bamboo basket, millet, pumpkin, potatoes on one side, and homespun cloth, sheepskin, and twine on the other, he led the way and walked forward, looked at her, and the whip shook the "horn" and walked over.

Once, twice, watching him pass, she hated herself for wronging him, and hated him for not having the courage!

Every night, she would pile a quilt with him, pointing and scolding and beating and biting, and at the end she hugged and shed tears, waiting for him to pass by again, she looked at his figure, and eagerly hoped that he would turn around and wave to her......"

Speaking of this, Lu Yan stopped, he couldn't make it up!

It was a very vulgar joke, but Sun Li's eyes were red when she heard it, and she was about to shed tears when she saw it, and asked in a hoarse voice: "What happened later?" ”

Lu Yan thought for a while and said, "Later. . . ”