"I don't like it." He said, "I heard the lame king say that it was a talented man from his grandfather's generation who wrote this song. The lyrics written by the south-flowing wind layman. I have always respected talented people. ”

"So you can't bear to listen to Uncle Wang sing the song he filled?"

"It's not." Zhou Fuquan shook his head, "I heard that the grave of the Nanliu Wind Monk was dug up, and such an old grave was actually dug up, so pitiful, just bear with it." ”

"What!" Su Qingyue still thought about digging up the Nanliufeng monk from the grave and whipping the corpse, someone would do it so soon, "Did someone whip his corpse?" Write such an ugly song and whip him to death. ”

"Not really. It is said that he owed a bunch of romantic debts during his lifetime, and he admired countless beauties during his lifetime. It's just that he's from our age, from my grandfather's father's generation. I heard that there was a long-lived grandmother who admired Nanliufeng when she was young, and recently died, and before she died, the client dug him up and buried him with herself. ”

"It's a rumor, it's definitely a rumor. Written such an ugly mountain song, how can anyone think about the layman of Nashi Laozi for so long. ”

"No one knows if it's true or not, that's just a rumor." Zhou Fuquan didn't care.

Su Qingyue said to Xiao Qinghe, "Fourth brother, see it." It seems that men really can't be too romantic. Otherwise, if they die, they will dig up graves. You can't be romantic in the future. ”

What she meant was to let him treat his future wife well in the future.

Zhou Fuquan smiled strangely, "Brother and sister, you are really strict." ”

Su Qingyue felt that she was overstepping the rules, and she shouldn't care if her uncle was unromantic or not, "It seems to be." She smiled at Xiao Qinghe embarrassedly, "That, I said nonsense, just listen to it." The wind flow, or the wind flow. ”

His legs are crippled, she is willing to be good, how can she think of others, her eyes looked at her intently, and she opened her lips softly, "Qingyue, I will be single-minded." ”

Zhou Fuquan saw that the husband and wife were affectionate, and they didn't say anything.

Su Qingyue was frightened by Qinghe's affection, "Don't." ”

How could he be single-minded about her.

Damn it.

She wanted to slap herself in the face.

She really didn't want to seduce her uncle.

The innocent uncle also made a promise to her, and she was really killed by her.

No, no, no.

She had to talk to him.

Tell him that you can't like him.

Qinghe is a seventeen-year-old young man, and if he teaches well, he will definitely listen to persuasion.

It's just a private matter, or talk about it in private, Zhou Youfuquan and Wang Cripple on the ox cart listened to it.

She was silent and did not speak.

The lame king sang a mountain song intermittently.

No one stopped it.

And just like that, when I got to town, it was about eight o'clock in the morning.

Zhou Fuquan took the initiative to help Su Qingyue take the wheelchair off the ox cart, said hello and rushed to the owner's house to work.

Su Qingyue took off the burden and paid for the car.

helped Xiao Qinghe to sit in a wheelchair again.

Farewell to the cripple king.

She carried the burden, and Xiao Qinghe turned his wheelchair to follow her.

The town is bustling with people, and the quaint streets, the shouts of street vendors, and the sound of people bargaining are mixed from time to time.

Because Xiao Qinghe is handsome, his legs are inconvenient, and he sits in a wheelchair that is rare even in the town.

Many passers-by had their eyes on him.

Being stared at, and some people even pointed at him and whispered, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous and embarrassed.