Song Xiang didn't lie to Yan Han, she really had a way, but it was a way that Yan Han couldn't accept.
After waiting on the roadside for twenty minutes, I was sweating all over due to the severe cold and heat. A layer of sweat appeared on my forehead, and my face began to turn in a gloomy direction.
He was on the verge of an explosion, but Song Xiang beside him was calm. He took the time to open a bottle of imported milk and squinted his eyes to enjoy the coolness under the tree.
Suddenly, Song Xiang's eyes lit up, he stood up and waved into the distance, "Uncle——"
Yan Han looked in the direction of her wave, his breathing suddenly became heavy, and his temples were twitched hard.
Under the scorching sun, a tractor approached from a distance, with black smoke everywhere it passed, and a splash of muddy water. The sight of it made Yan Han stand up.
Song Xiang shouted loudly, and the tractor stopped in front of them. The driver was an old man, who looked to be about seventy years old.
"Girl, are you calling me?"
Song Xiang picked up a box of milk and walked up to it, saying that he was here for a vacation and wanted to go into the village to have a look.
The old man collected the milk, glanced at Yan Han again, and immediately said, "Are you here to see that girl?"
The old man from the countryside, who couldn't speak Mandarin, suddenly said something about "miss", and Song Xiang didn't react.
Yan Han said calmly from behind: "miss."
Song Xiang reacted, immediately smiled and scratched his head, and wanted to give the old man more money, but the old man refused to accept anything.
"You guys get in the car first, and I'll take you there. That old woman lives quite far away, and foreigners come to see her every year. They were all beaten out."
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Song Xiang was a little frightened. She turned to look at Yan Han and found that he was staring at the tractor with a very serious expression and no intention of moving.
The uncle was enthusiastic and took the initiative to get out of the car to help them carry their things. Then he opened the back door of the small car and piled things inside while calling Song Xiang and Yan Han to get on the car.
One side of the tractor was used for transporting goods. At first glance, Song Xiang looked like there were chicken droppings, so he probably had just transported a batch of live chickens.
She was nervous and had an intuition that Yan Yanhan would definitely not get in the car.
Sure enough, when the uncle was about to put away the things, Yan Han glared at Song Xiang fiercely, his eyes expressing that he would rather die than surrender.
Song Xiang squeezed out a smile, walked to Yan Han, and moved her lips slightly, "You're already here, do you want to go back empty-handed?"
Yan Han really wanted to go back home now. He originally came in person to show his solemnity, but now it seems that even if his father and grandfather come, the old lady's attitude will be the same.
He must have been with Song Xiang for a long time and his brain was not working properly, which put him in this predicament.
"You're welcome, get in the car!"
The uncle waved his hand, very simple and heroic.
Song Xiang laughed, then grabbed Yan Han's arm from behind and pulled him forward.
Yan Han wanted both face and a bottom line, and he resisted in his heart and didn't want to do it, but when he saw the old man's face, his upbringing told him not to hit the smiling man.
The excrement of various poultry and livestock was visible to the naked eye. When he took a step forward, he felt nauseated in his stomach.
The most important thing is that the dead woman Song Xiang actually went up with a normal expression, forcing him to endure it, otherwise he would have the illusion of losing to this woman.
When I got on the bus, there was nowhere to sit, and the uncle greeted me in the simple cab.
"Sit down!"
Yan Han: "..."
The narrow open-top compartment was already full of stuff, with no place to stay, and if you sat down, the smell would hit your face.
Song Xiang estimated that Yan Han was about to reach the extreme, so she quickly found a plastic bag and spread it on the edge of the carriage and patted it, "Mr. Yan, sit here."