When the wine was in full swing, the scene became a bit chaotic. There were just a few young men and women in the village, and I don’t know who started, and started to sing Minnan songs. Even Han Baihang couldn’t understand the Fuzhou dialect, let alone sing it.
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A man who was no more than 1.6 meters tall wandered to the table on the left of Han Baihang. The tables were occupied by women, in their forties and fifties, who worked in the paddy fields during the day. When they saw this
The men came over and gave up their place with a clear smile. It turned out that Liu Xiaoya, who had been scolded by Liu Laoliu, was at this table. Han Baihang paid special attention to it, so he knew it.
The man was drunk, his face was red, and he was circling Liu Xiaoya. Han Baihang caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, and his face became a little gloomy. The man was humming something, and Liu Xiaoya could only smile at him reluctantly, but who knew that the man actually
He stretched out his hand and touched Liu Xiaoya's thin shoulder, holding a wine bowl to encourage him to drink.
The people sitting next to them all looked like they were watching a show, showing ambiguous smiles from time to time. The older ones would smile and shake their heads, as if what they were seeing in front of them was just some young men flirting with each other, and everyone seemed to be interested.
I didn't notice the reluctance written all over Xiao Ya's face.
"I don't want to drink!" Liu Xiaoya, who was full of tears, suddenly pushed the man away and stood up.
Everyone's eyes were like sunlight focused by a magnifying glass, burning on Xiaoya's face. Girl Xiaoya burst into tears, covered her face and ran out.
"This...brother?"
Han Baihang looked at Liu Laoliu strangely. Liu Laoliu could no longer care about him. He slapped the table, stood up and said, "This shameful thing! Look, I won't beat her to death!"
Lao Liu seemed to have changed. He pointed at a middle-aged woman on the table next to him and cursed: "You gave birth to a good daughter, and you treat your own man like this? I don't have a daughter in the Liu family who doesn't know etiquette like this!"
Liu Laoliu turned around on the spot several times. He was shaking with anger as if he had lost a lot of face. He didn't know where to vent his anger. He stopped eating and drinking. Everyone was looking at him. Their eyes were directed at Lao Liu.
It was said that they were just steel knives used to crush bones. Today, this person lost too much.
A man with a rough face walked sullenly to the short man who was pushed to the ground by Xiaoya, grabbed his collar and pulled him up. He didn't know what was going on in that skinny old body.
With such a huge burst of power, there were two "pop" sounds, and the old man's two mouths were slapped so hard that both sides of the man's face became swollen.
The old man cursed him in Fuzhou dialect. Liu Laoliu wanted to go over and try to persuade him. Unexpectedly, the old man turned around and stared at him like an enemy, spitting out a string of words quickly and harshly. Liu Laoliu
He hurriedly followed him and bowed, but the old man didn't appreciate it at all. He just pulled the short man and left quickly.
Han Baihang had finished watching this farce that was not very exciting, and he probably knew what was going on. He stood up to leave alone, and Shitou and Huzi, who were always paying attention to him, quickly got up.
Han Baihang said, "You two can stay here and don't worry about me."
After that, he followed Liu Xiaoya alone in the direction where he ran away just now. Not far away, he saw a thin figure curled up in a ball on the edge of a small river branching from Wulong River. The moonlight shone on the girl.
On her face, her small cheeks with soft lines are like mutton-fat white jade.
Han Baihang walked up and asked calmly: "Aren't you afraid of being alone?"
When Liu Xiaoya heard the voice, she wiped her face with her hands in panic. She looked up and saw that it was the very respectable foreign guest. She lowered her head and shook it gently.
Han Baihang asked: "Can I sit like this?"
Liu Xiaoya still didn't speak, just nodded, her expression was like a frightened rabbit.
Han Baihang sat there, organizing his words, thinking about how to persuade her without making her sad.
"Brother, I heard that girls who have gone to school outside can find men on their own, right?" Liu Xiaoya looked at Han Baihang with eyes full of longing and hope, and asked openly what she was thinking, which was different from
Zhongyuan's daughter is gentle and gentle, and there is no hint of trepidation in Xiaoya's expression.
Han Baihang thought for a while and said: "Yes, not only is it freedom of love, but even if a new woman gets married, she can also choose a job she likes and have a career like a man. She doesn't have to stay at home to raise her husband and children. She can wear beautiful skirts.
, you can have your own friends, in short, you can live your life according to your own wishes."
Liu Xiaoya heard her big eyes filled with burning light, "Is it really possible? Is that heaven..."
But after all, dreams are like the moon in the water, beautiful but unattainable. Liu Xiaoya muttered bitterly, "That's really good."
"I heard that that man is your husband?" Han Baihang suddenly felt that he should ask this question directly.
"Yes, I am his unmarried wife. It has been decided since childhood." Liu Xiaoya said very calmly. This was a fate she could not resist. No matter how hard she resisted, she would still have to obey.
"Do you go to school?"
"I wanted to... but it didn't work out. I'm going to get married in autumn." Liu Xiaoya said with tears in her eyes, trying her best to keep her voice from shaking. "I have to do laundry, cook, plant rice, and hoe.
Grass, give birth to children, raise children, take care of parents-in-law..."
"You're really busy." Han Baihang smiled and said, "Actually, the choice is always in your hands. You just need to have a little courage to take the leap, right?"
Looking at Han Baihang's leaving figure, he saw that he was a very decent foreigner, handsome, tall and gentle. Liu Xiaoya touched her chest and felt that her heart had never skipped so fast before. She seemed to be sick.
When Han Baihang returned to his room, he saw the oil lamp in the room flickering on and off. Gao Hongyi had returned at some point and was lying on the table, asleep. Shitou Huzi saw the teacher and smiled sarcastically.
"Send Brother Gao to the bed. I'll just stay here for the night." Han Baihang said casually, took off his coat, and curled up in the chair. Shitou and Zihuzi arranged Gao Hongyi properly and then retreated.
Got out.
"I really can't believe that this is still our ruthless Korean instructor!" Shitou shook his head.
Along the way, they had never imagined that Instructor Han, who had tormented their group of soldiers to death in the military camp, had such an approachable side.
"Isn't that right? When I say this back, people still say we are bragging." Huzi also whispered back.
