Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

At dusk, Xue Ming returned home with a full load, and the person he was thinking of was drying peanuts in the yard.

He suppressed the urge to go up and hug him into his arms, moistened his throat, leaned against the door, and shouted affectionately: "Peace, I'm back!"

Song Pingan, who had his back turned to him, froze when he heard the familiar voice, as if he had fallen into a trance, and did not respond for a while.

Xue Ming thought he didn't hear, just opened his mouth, and slapped him on the face with a sweep.

"Huh!" There was a bit of tingling on his face, but it was cool!

He blinked and tried to squeeze the dust out of his eyes, but the tears rushed to the side of his chin.

The corners of Song Ping'an's eyes twitched, as if he didn't expect him to cry, and he would cry so hard, his heart softened, and his tone was not as stiff as before, "You motherfucker, what are you doing when you come back, get out of here!"

For two weeks outside, what Xue Ming wanted the most was his swearing and his fists, which was half done, with tears in his eyes, he let out a sigh of relief, "Ping An, do you miss me?"

"Miss you? You think beautifully!" Song Ping'an held the bamboo pole against his stomach and pushed him forward.

Xue Ming stood up straight, squeezed the dregs out of his eyes, and raised the things in his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Are you really willing to let me go?"

"Will I be reluctant?" Song Ping'an refused to admit it, but the strength of his hand betrayed him. Before, it was just a stick, but now it just hit his stomach, forcing him to back up.

In front of him, Xue Ming never tried to be brave. If he wanted to win, let him win. Then he retreated to the steps and looked up at him as he wished, "I have been thinking about you for the past few days since I left, and I just want to come back... Well, do something big."

His so-called big thing is the first step towards love, a kiss on the mouth.

Song Ping'an closed the gate with his backhand, like a gatekeeper, "You don't want to enter Lao Tzu's house today."

Xue Ming couldn't help laughing and said, "If you really want me to leave, you will lock yourself out too? Huh?"

In the end, seeing his face turning red slightly, he said, "Is it so difficult to admit that you miss me?"

"Get out!" Song Ping'an didn't want to admit the change in his heart, he yelled at the top of his voice, turned around and kicked open the door, panting for a long time.

Xue Ming pursed his lips and sat on the steps carrying his things.

At this moment, Song Ping'an was also sitting on the threshold with his back to him covering his face.

The journey was tiring, and Xue Ming was also flustered with exhaustion. He yawned and then leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to sleep. It was expected that he would open the door and so on.

With the door closed, Song Ping'an didn't know if anyone was leaving or not. Hearing the silence outside, he kicked the stones at his feet away in a panic, and murmured softly, "Bah, this is an inn for me, come and think about it if you want to come here." Just go!"

I didn't realize that there was a sense of complaint in my words.

After dinner was cooked at night, Song Ping'an was restless and glanced outside the door from time to time, always staring at the narrow crack in the door.

Song's mother saw his strangeness and asked, "Why didn't you take anything outside?"

There was a look of shock on Song Ping'an's face, and he quickly covered it up again, lowered his head and picked up the rice, and said falteringly: "No one, I'm thinking about something, I'm afraid it will rain tomorrow, I'm looking at the moon in the sky They've all grown hair."

"Oh, I thought Xue Ming was back, and it's time to come back." Mother Song said casually.

But Song Ping'an's shoulders trembled, he swallowed the food in his mouth, and looked at Song's mother in confusion.

Mother Song picked up the vegetables and glanced at him, more puzzled than him: "Why, didn't Xue Ming tell you that he was coming back?"

Song Pingan flicked the rice in the bowl, snorted, and said in a sullen tone of displeasure: "Why is he talking to me about this, this is not his home, he can come and go whenever he wants!"

"Actually, he's not a bad-tempered kid, and he knows more things than us. A few days ago, he told me that there was someone he liked, and he wanted to go out and run a business so that he could live a good life." Mother Song sighed with a smile. Tone, "Ping'an, mother's illness is almost cured, do you have a brother or a girl in your heart, mother can ask someone to talk about marriage."

He listened nonchalantly, recalling the previous passage in front of Song's mother, "a person who is happy", in his mind, he said "um" twice perfunctorily.

"So you really have someone in your heart, so I'll say, who is that person in Ping An? You tell my mother, and my mother will find someone tomorrow." Song's mother's face brightened, her eyes lit up, "It's us The ones in the village or the one next door? What's your personality like?"

"Ah?" Song Pingan was pulled back to his senses by his series of questions, and seeing the excessive excitement on her face, he hesitated and muttered twice.

Song's mother was immersed in the joy of her son's sweetheart, and she had a big appetite. After finishing the bowl of rice, she went to the kitchen to add more.

"Wait a minute." Song Pingan got up and grabbed her hand, struggled for a while and said, "I'll go fill it."

Song's mother didn't doubt him, so she handed him the bowl, "Ping An, eat more."

Song Ping'an walked out the door with his head down, looked at the empty bowl in his hand, then glanced at the door twice, finally hummed lightly, and walked quickly to the kitchen.

Song Ping'an usually eats a lot, usually two big bowls are full, but this time he only ate one bowl, Song's mother thought he was shy, asked a few more about "sweetheart", and went back to the back room.

From time to time, insects could be heard in the empty yard, which was very disturbing. Song Pingan held the bowl and chopsticks and cursed in a low voice, but he didn't know whether he was scolding the insects or someone else.

After a while, he came out of the kitchen with a bowl full of white rice, and there seemed to be a shiny egg buried in it.

He cautiously opened the door, paused for a moment amidst the sound of even breathing, stretched out his hand to drive away the two mosquitoes, put the bowl on the paper bag like a thief, and then closed the door.

His heart was pounding in his chest, he raised his hand to press it, looked back at the latch that hadn't fallen, and then went to the well with the bucket.

Even though he was taking a bath, his eyes were fixed on the door and his ears were always alert. There was indeed no sound outside.Song Ping'an put on his trousers indiscriminately, walked to the gate, and lingered for a long time before convincing himself.

Hmph, I am afraid that he will starve to death at the door.

In this way, he opened the door again, and the person sleeping by the door disappeared, and the bowl placed on the paper bag was empty. He couldn't tell what he was feeling, but felt a little uncomfortable.

"Hmph!" He flung his hand away violently, attributing this strange feeling to the fact that he ate one of his eggs, wiped his mouth and left after eating.

Although I thought so in my heart, I couldn't help but look twice more.

The paper bags piled up alone on the ground proved that the person had left, he opened the door vigorously and kicked towards the paper bag, only an inch away, someone hugged his waist, and his whole body became unstable and he was carried back.

Song Pingan approached the 1.8-meter man with his weight resting there, Xue Ming also staggered, his head hit the wall heavily, his eyes were in a daze, but his arms became stronger.

In this clear pain, he finally found a sense of belonging.

Hearing the muffled groan, Song Ping'an put his elbows under his armpit and tried to break free, threatening: "Let go of me, otherwise I will be rude to you!"

"Curse! Curse! The more you scold me, the more comfortable I feel." Xue Ming laughed softly, resting his chin on his hard shoulder without fear of death, breathing warmly on his neck, feeling tired Said: "Tired, didn't sleep well."

"It's none of my business!" Song Pingan bumped him with his back, not very hard, but it could express his anger.

"Don't be angry, I'll just hug you for a while, I don't know if there will be a chance next time."

What he meant was very simple, he was just saying that next time he hugs you, he will definitely beat me half to death.But Song Pingan thought that he was going to leave again, and for no reason poured a layer of oil on the fire in his heart, and it burned until it smoked.

Xue Ming was squinting his eyes to enjoy, when suddenly he felt a pain in his abdomen, a groan came out of his mouth, and he also struggled out of his arms, his heart suddenly felt empty.

"Go away!" Song Ping'an kicked again, but on the door.

Watching him push the door and go into the yard angrily, clutching the barrel tightly with both hands as if venting anger, his joints were tense.

Xue Ming picked up the paper bag on the ground, and shouted into the room, "Auntie, I'm back."

After shouting, he shouted to the man in front: "Peace, I'm back."

Song Ping'an sullenly put on his coat and rubbed shoulders with Song's mother who came out.

Mother Song happily came to pick him up, and asked with concern: "How is running a business, are you tired? Come in, have you eaten yet? I'll ask Ping An to cook for you."

Xue Ming lifted the bowl in his hand, blinked suggestively, "I've eaten."

Song's mother immediately understood why he was absent-minded when he came to eat, and reprimanded: "He is like this, don't worry about it like him, are you full? Do you want Ping An to cook something?"

"No, I'm full from the one that Ping'an just delivered." He said and handed her the medicine bag in his hand, "I bought this in the county town, and I added two more herbs. After drinking it, my body will be completely recovered. gone."

Song Pingan let out an "ouch" and refused, "How can I let you spend this money? I didn't give you the money last time."

Honoring the mother-in-law and checking her favorability, Xue Ming felt that it was worth the money, so he opened another paper bag, "I bought this in the county seat, auntie, open it and see if you like it."

Mother Song reopened it a little bit when she saw it, and couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and waved her hands again and again: "I can't do this, I can't want it."

"Auntie, it won't cost you much if you take it."

"No, I can't take it. I'll accept the medicine. If you give this to your sweetheart, he will definitely like it."

She was determined not to want it, but Xue Ming had no choice but to pack the gold bracelet back because Song Ping'an would definitely not be able to wear it. Of course, he also prepared something for Song Ping'an.