âItâs not that I like it.â He said, âI heard from Wang Crippled that the one who wrote this mountain song was a talented scholar from his grandfatherâs generation. It was Nan Liufeng, the wandering wind scholar, who wrote the lyrics. Iâve always admired talented scholars.â
âSo you endure listening to Granpa Wang singing a song written by him?â
âNo.â Zhou Fuquan shook his head, âI heard that Nan Liufengâs grave was dug up. Such an old grave was actually dug up. Itâs so pitiful, so I endure listening to it.â
âWhat!â Su Qingyue was thinking about digging Nan Liufeng out of his grave and whipping his corpse. Someone had done it so quickly, âDid someone whip his corpse? He wrote such an unpleasant mountain song. Whip him to death.â
âThat didnât happen. It is said that he owed a lot of romantic debts during his lifetime and was admired by countless beautiful women. But according to our age calculation, he was from the generation of Grandpaâs father. Itâs said that a very old woman admired Nan Liufeng when she was young, and she died recently. Before her death, she asked someone to dig him up and bury herself with him.â
âIt must be a rumor. With such an unpleasant mountain song, who would remember such a worthless scholar for so long?â
âNo one knows if itâs true or false, itâs just a rumor.â Zhou Fuquan didnât care at all.
Su Qingyue said to Xiao Qinghe, âFourth Brother, do you see? It seems that men really shouldnât be too romantic. Otherwise, their graves would be dug up even after death. You shouldnât be romantic later.â
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Zhou Fuquan, however, smiled with a strange expression on his face, âSister-in-law, youâre really strict.â
It suddenly occurred to Su Qingyue that as a sister-in-law, she should not interfere with her young uncleâs romantic affairs, âIt seems so.â She smiled awkwardly at Xiao Qinghe, âI was just talking nonsense. You just listen to it. Be romantic if you want.â
His both legs were already crippled, and she was willing to be with him, so he didnât expect anything else. He gazed at her attentively and said softly, âQingyue, I will be wholeheartedly loyal.â
Zhou Fuquan saw the affection between the husband and wife and wisely kept quiet.
Su Qingyue was scared by Qingheâs affection, âNo, donât.â
How could he be wholeheartedly loyal to her?
Damn it.
She wanted to slap herself twice.
She really didnât want to seduce her young uncle.
Poor innocent young uncle even made a promise to her. She really ruined him.
No, no.
She had to talk to him.
Tell him he couldnât like her.
Qinghe was a seventeen-year-old young man, with proper guidance, he would surely listen to the advice.
But this private matter should be discussed privately. Zhou Fuquan and Wang Crippled on the cowâs car were listening.
She remained silent and didnât speak.
Wang Crippled sang the mountain song intermittently all the way.
No one stopped him.
By the time they arrived at the town, it was about eight in the morning.
Zhou Fuquan took the initiative to help Su Qingyue get the wheelchair off the cowâs car, said hello, and rushed to the employerâs house to work.
Su Qingyue removed the carrying pole, paid for the car, and helped Xiao Qinghe sit in the wheelchair.
She said goodbye to Wang Crippled.
She carried the pole, and Xiao Qinghe wheeled himself beside her.
The town was bustling, with vendorsâ cries and people bargaining on the antique street from time to time.
Because of Xiao Qingheâs handsome appearance, inconvenient legs, and the wheelchair rarely seen even in the town, many pedestriansâ gazes fell on him.
Being stared at and even being whispered about by some people, he couldnât help but feel a little nervous and embarrassed.