The daughter actually pleaded for Deng's disciple, and Wang Caihua was so angry that her hair stood on end, "Ah Ying, you die for me!" ”

"Mother, I'm Ah Ma."

Wang Caihua saw clearly that it was the "little boy" who was talking this time, she looked at the "little boy" so carefully, and there was a seven- or eight-point resemblance to Song Ying, and then take a closer look, what kind of little boy is Song Ying at all!

"Ah Ma, what are you doing dressed up like this!" Wang Caihua sat on the ground, knowing that she hadn't entered her daughter's house, the breath she lifted disappeared and she couldn't stand.

Song Ying helped her mother up, "Mother, I told you that day, I want to sing with Aunt Pumpkin." ”

In the morning, Song Ying took a set of clothes from his father Song Wang and put them on, and put his hair up again, dressed up like this and that, Song Ying looked in the mirror, and as Wang Caihua saw, she became a little boy with red lips and white teeth.

Let's not talk about whether you can pass the test, at least you can pass the test in appearance, you see that my mother can't recognize her just now.

"You don't sell flowers and dumplings well, what are you doing singing, you have a hammer in the east and a stick in the west, scaring your mother and me to play?" Wang Caihua shook off Song Ying's hand and roared angrily.

Song Ying didn't tell her father and mother that the shop's business had plummeted recently, so she said, "Mother, this is the same as when it first opened, it's an event." ”

Those who sell flowers and dumplings, sending flowers and dumplings are called activities, but singing and flowers are not in line at all, this is not called engaging in activities, it is not doing business!

"Wait, I'll tell your father, I'll go to town with you, I want to see how you can let singing and selling flowers and dumplings go to the world."

Wang Caihua went to the vegetable garden to find Song Wang, and when she came back, she climbed into the donkey cart, and saw that Song Ying was still standing in the place just now and did not come to catch the donkey cart, and shouted: "Are you going to the shop or not, go at noon?" ”

Song Ying shouted that he knew, sat in front of the donkey cart dejectedly, drove the donkey cart to pick up the pumpkin lady, and walked to the entrance of the village.

"Eh, the donkey cart is not Song Ying's family, and the pumpkin lady is also on the car, why is Song Ying not there, but there is an extra little boy?"

"The little boy is so handsome, if only he could take a fancy to my daughter."

"That's Song Ying!" Yan Fengying recognized Song Ying at a glance, Song Ying turned to ashes, she knew everything, let alone just dressed up as a little boy.

"Song Ying?! What is she doing when she is dressed like this? ”

"You're not going to die begging for nothing to ride on her donkey cart and go with her?" Yan Fengying said in a strange manner.

"Yan Fengying, what are you angry about, you are not better than us at all, but we are better than you, we have sons and daughters."

"Say it again!" Yan Fengying rolled up her sleeves and jumped up.

"I'm afraid of you, I'll have your surname!" Another woman jumped up as well.

The pumpkin lady sat on the donkey cart and heard these words, she just thought in advance that if she dressed up and sat in the donkey cart, she would be gossiped about, so she still wore the same clothes as usual, and put the clothes in the baggage and carried them on her back.

When she arrived at the shop, Pumpkin Niang pulled Song Ying aside, "Ah Ying, why is your mother here, can we still sing this play?" ”

"Auntie, of course the play has to be sung. My mother doesn't believe that singing can sell flowers and sweets, so let's sing better and open my mother's eyes. "Song Ying is dressed up, and this play will be sung no matter what.

"Auntie, you dress up quickly, I'll go to the front to publicize it first." Song Ying came to the door of the shop and immediately attracted a lot of people.

"Ah, why does Ah Yinghua have a little boy?"

Song Ying pointed to the signboard of his shop, "Today, Ah Yinghua Glutinous invited me to sing, and it will start after a while, everyone will come to listen, not only will they not charge money, but they will also guarantee that it is a new drama that the big guys have never heard of." ”

"Yo he, there is a drama to listen to, and it doesn't cost money, so I have to listen to it, little boy, when will it start?"

"Right now." Song Ying shouted into the shop: "Lady, are you okay?" ”

"Alright." Pumpkin Niang is worthy of singing, and she walked out tactfully.

"Haha, what is this pretending to, how to wipe it like a monkey's butt. Little boy, your lady is the reincarnation of a monkey? ”

As soon as the pumpkin lady appeared, the onlookers burst into laughter, and the pumpkin girl immediately retreated into the shop, but Song Ying was calm: "My lady is naturally a beautiful girl, it was called sex just now, but you scared my lady, and I had to go in to persuade her." If I can't persuade me, you will have to compensate me for an identical beauty. ”

"Haha, the little boy is still an infatuated lover, don't worry, your lady won't come out, we'll help you call it out."

Song Ying returned to the shop, Wang Caihua pointed to the back door, and said that the pumpkin girl went to the backyard, Song Ying wanted to go in to find the pumpkin girl, she pulled Song Ying: "Ah Ying, you can sell flowers and dumplings obediently, what are you tossing blindly?" ”

"Mother, I really didn't toss around, I'll tell you later."

Song Ying came to the backyard, the pumpkin girl changed back into her original clothes, and was about to wash her face, Song Ying saw the pumpkin girl's face clearly, the makeup was too thick, the two red faces, the painting was round, the mouth was blood-red, the same as the bloody mouth, those people in the town were right, it looked like a monkey's butt.

"Ah Ma, I won't sing anymore." Pumpkin Niang lost confidence, and sure enough, the townspeople looked down on their villagers.

"Auntie, why did you become like this, too ...... It's not natural. Song Ying said euphemistically.

"In the past, we used to sing like this, especially fairies." The pumpkin lady is not as strong as the people in the village troupe.

Song Ying asked Pumpkin Niang to wash her face, and then she pulled Pumpkin Niang into the house and put on Pumpkin Niang's makeup again, but Pumpkin Niang still didn't want to sing.

"Auntie, if you go out this time and someone laughs at you again, we won't sing, okay?" Song Ying discussed with the pumpkin lady.

Pumpkin Niang came to the shop at this time, Song Ying took out colorful flowers, she and Pumpkin Niang each held one in each hand, and walked out of the shop.

"Little boy, your beautiful girl is really better than a fairy, just now we were clumsy."

"It's so beautiful, beautiful like a fairy."

Pumpkin Niang listened to these words, she felt confident, she didn't look in the mirror just now, she didn't know what she had become, but listening to the people in the town say this, she must be able to sing fairies.

Song Ying looked at the pumpkin girl, the pumpkin girl nodded, and the two of them began to sing.

This singing is like a play, and it is different from the drama they have heard, and the people in the town are fascinated by it, and even the girls from the Luo family who eat fragrant food are attracted to their shop.

was singing to the climax, but the play stopped abruptly, and the people listening to the play exploded, "Why don't you sing, hurry, keep singing, little boy." ”