Things about village flowers

Ling Liping kept lying on the crossbar in front of the tractor without raising her head. She had nothing to be ashamed of until Uncle Zhao drove the tractor to her door. If I hadn't said that I was home, she would still be lying down. It was so funny.

"Hey, we’re home, Liping."I patted her back and said

"Oh," she said and raised her head. Before I could help her, she jumped off the tow truck, her face still rosy.

"Liping, I won’t go down there anymore and will go to your house in the evening."I said to her back

"Oh, see you tonight!"She turned around and responded, then said to Uncle Zhao,"Uncle, goodbye!"

"Come on in!"Uncle Zhao waved his hand towards Ling Liping and said," Liping, thank you for your hard work. If you hadn't left tomorrow, I would have treated you to dinner tonight. Let's have a good reunion with your parents. I'm leaving!"

After that, Uncle Zhao turned on the accelerator and drove away from the tractor. This was going uphill. The sound of the motor exploded again, deafening. It was estimated that the whole village could hear it. In an instant, he arrived at the door of my grandfather's house. When I jumped off the tractor , I accidentally found Ling Liping still standing at my door facing us. I quickly waved to her and shouted for her to come in.

"Haha, she hasn’t entered the door yet!"Uncle Zhao looked back and smiled. Then he drove away the tractor. Just as he climbed up the slope, the road suddenly became flat, and the sound of the motor suddenly became quieter, just like singing from a high pitch to a low pitch.

Ling Liping then turned around and went in. I really wanted to go back to find her, but after I returned to my hometown, I didn’t get along with her for a while. Seeing her go in, I ran into my grandpa’s house.

Grandpa was not at home, but grandma was grinding the mill, grinding soybeans, and preparing to make fresh tofu for dinner at night. Every time I go back to my hometown, my grandma will make fresh tofu for me to eat. The original tofu and the neither old nor tender tofu are so delicious that I can’t get enough of them. Every time, I am so stuffed that I can’t wait to go to bed at night. Or get on the kang, and start farting, one after another, like a series of cannons. However, the strange thing is that the farts don’t stink very much. Even after farting so many times that they almost burst the house, they don’t feel smelly. I was still breathing smoothly.

I helped my grandma finish the grinding. It was still early, just after three o'clock, so I ran to the cattle farm to find my grandpa.

Unexpectedly, my grandpa was not there, and neither was the cow. Grandpa had designated to go up the mountain to herd the cows. I finally I like herding cows with my grandpa. The biggest fun is riding the cows. The cows are all obedient and docile. They will go wherever you want when you lead them by the nose. They never lose their temper with us. I guess they do it for grandpa's sake. ,"Love the blackbird". Grandpa raised six cows, all of which were buffaloes, and they were all bulls (this was the best, as it saved cows, and the bulls were jealous and did not work hard), so the production team Pointing at them, they were plowing the fields.

I ran directly from the cattle farm to the hillside to the east of the village, and sure enough I saw my grandfather grazing cattle from a distance. The cattle were facing the thick and green grass on the hillside, eating happily. Grandpa was sitting aside, holding a pipe and pot in his mouth, and seemed to be humming something. I immediately quickened my pace, and soon I heard clearly that it was a bangzi opera. The cows were gnawing grass and beating their tails from time to time. He turned around and glanced at grandpa, and occasionally said"moo moo" a few times, as if to praise grandpa,"Well, you sing so beautifully!"Grandpa became even more excited when he heard it. He sang in a mellow, euphemistic and professional style.

Grandpa was not good at reading (grandpa was a private school teacher for scholars in the late Qing Dynasty. I originally expected him to be able to read the Five Classics well and enjoy the public. The book brought success and fame, and the ancestors were honored, but my grandfather failed to live up to his expectations. He had a headache when he saw the book. In the end, he could not read a basket of big characters, so he had to give up the pen and carry the hoe for the rest of his life.) However, the song was not bad, especially the Bangzi opera, which he had been loved since he was a child. The leader of the opera troupe took a fancy to him and wanted to take him as his apprentice, but his grandfather did not want to specialize in acting and did not accept that routine. He said that singing opera was just singing for his own entertainment. He loved singing, but he looked down on the actors and was very angry. Gao, this was the only thing that grandpa praised him for.

I quietly hid behind a rock close to grandpa and listened to grandpa singing for a long time. I really couldn't bear to disturb other people's leisure time. I didn't want a cow to find out, so I immediately reported the news to grandpa. He ran to the stone and kept mooing at me, as if to say,"Grandpa, your grandson is here, hiding behind the stone and not coming out!""

Grandpa didn't pay much attention at first. Maybe he was too immersed in singing. He also sang into the play and was having fun with the characters in the play.

But he couldn't help but the cow kept roaring"moo moo", anxious. The bull's eyes almost popped out, as if an alarm had been sounded, constantly waking up Grandpa.

"Oh, Fang'er, hahaha, when did you come?"Grandpa then turned to me. He was very happy when he saw me, and then walked over. Unexpectedly, the cows also gathered together.

"Just arrived! hey-hey."As I said that, I stepped forward and touched the big, thick and long horns of the cow that was reporting the news. The cow actually raised its head and winked at my back. I immediately understood that it was asking me to ride it, not An apology or some compensation for me. Sorry, I betrayed you. Haha, I invite you to ride a bull.

"You're welcome! Which of us will follow whom?"I said to the cow, grabbed the horns, jumped up and rode on the cow's back, and then drove the cow up the hillside with a"drive" sound, running towards the grassland like a prairie. The mountain wind blew on my face, and I sang I listened to the folk songs I learned from my grandpa. Niu nodded and his grandpa praised him for singing well. This is the most comfortable moment for me. If I could live like this every day, how wonderful it would be. It is better than a living god.

"Why——"Suddenly I vaguely heard someone shouting. The voice sounded familiar. I looked around and saw no one. I was unwilling to accept it and thought to myself, it couldn’t be Ling Liping here!

"Hey-hey-Sifang!"Haha, it's her indeed. But there's still no one around. She's hiding like me and listening to my singing. I don't care about her. I'm too lazy to look for you, so I'll lure you out with folk songs.

Hey, Mountain Girl, Mountain Girl , come out quickly.

I have to see my brother sooner or later.

Don't make me wait until the wedding ceremony.

I'm so anxious to come, I 'm so anxious to come.

Don't let me lift your flower hijab again.

In fact, I peeked at you early.

Come back eight hundred times, eight hundred times....

Before I could finish singing, I saw Ling Liping emerge from behind the trunk of a cypress tree. She waved to me quickly and said with a blushing smile,"Hehe, stop singing now. I can't even come out!" This made

Grandpa so embarrassed. Laughing loudly, the buffalo’s cry"moo moo" is the most joyful!