Song Xiang had the illusion of taking her children to the countryside to endure hardships, especially when the tractor started and the black smoke blowing in the wind choked her eyes. When she turned her head, she saw Yan Han's meticulously combed hair.
Messy in the wind.
She really wanted to laugh, but the next second she saw Yan Han's sinister eyes, forcing her to lower her head and chuckle.
Her intuition told her that she might be able to turn over this time.
When the tractor arrived at the entrance of the village, people came and went to say hello to the uncle, and the process slowed down.
A mother-in-law walked by and couldn't help but glance at Yan Han. Song Xiang heard an old woman sighing in delicate Nancheng dialect: "Young man is so good-looking."
If this were normal, Yan Han would still be able to accept compliments from others calmly.
But now he has a gray face, messy hair, and doesn't want to look up to see anyone.
Turning his head, Song Xiang was calm and even dozed off.
When I was depressed, the tractor started running again, bumping and changing speed continuously. After entering the village, there were countless detours.
Yan Han didn't even dare to take a deep breath, he could only grit his teeth and fight to the end.
Suddenly, Song Xiang straightened up and patted the cab in front.
The tractor stopped.
"Girl, are you calling me?"
"Uncle, wait a minute, I'll go down and buy something."
Song Xiang stepped on the edge of the tractor and got out of the car. She moved quickly and in one go. Yan Han was stunned for a moment.
The uncle was easy to talk to and let Song Xiang go with a wave of his hand.
Just in front of the canteen in the village, Song Xiang ran over, took out a red one from his pocket, and asked the boss to pack some pastries.
On the tractor, the uncle took the opportunity to come down to smoke, watched Song Xiang buy things, and casually talked to Yan Han.
"This girl is on the road, and the young man has good taste."
Yan Han pursed his lips and said nothing. From the moment he got off the bus to now, Song Xiang was jumping back and forth like a rabbit, as if he had endless energy. It was completely different from when he was in the imperial capital.
She was chatting and laughing with the boss, and soon came back with two red plastic bags. One was given to the tractor man, and the other was put on the truck.
The uncle felt embarrassed after taking the things, and asked them where they lived, chatting while driving.
Song Xiang shouted to the uncle the whole time, and he was able to have a conversation amidst the rumble of the tractor.
The car drove further and further, and finally passed through a golden wheat field and arrived directly at a place where there was no human habitation.
After parking the car, the uncle came down and pointed to Song Xiang a yard surrounded by flowers, "That's it, where the strange old woman lives."
Song Xiang and Yan Han both got out of the car, one with a normal expression and the other with gritted teeth.
Although Yan Han was still holding on, he still knew the etiquette and went ahead of Song Xiang to say thank you to the uncle.
"Don't thank me yet, you go knock on the door, maybe I will take you back." The uncle smiled kindly, and then got into the car again, his tone was very firm.
Song Xiang and Yan Han looked at each other and started to take things down.
There were several empty houses near the wheat field, and they all looked unoccupied. Only the middle house had its door open, but no one was there.
Song Xiang and Yan Han carried their things and walked in, feeling unsure, especially when they entered the door and saw only chickens, ducks and fish all over the yard, and no one was there.
"Grandma Yu?" Song Xiang tried to call out.
As soon as she finished speaking, there was movement in the room.
"Are you here to break rocks again?"
The hoarse voice came from nowhere, frightening Song Xiang to take a step back and step directly on Yan Han's foot.