The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man

“So you endure listening to Granpa Wang singing a song written by him?”

“No.” Zhou Fuquan shook his head, “I heard that Nan Liufeng’s grave was dug up. Such an old grave was actually dug up. It’s so pitiful, so I endure listening to it.”

“What!” Su Qingyue was thinking about digging Nan Liufeng out of his grave and whipping his corpse. Someone had done it so quickly, “Did someone whip his corpse? He wrote such an unpleasant mountain song. Whip him to death.”

“That didn’t happen. It is said that he owed a lot of romantic debts during his lifetime and was admired by countless beautiful women. But according to our age calculation, he was from the generation of Grandpa’s father. It’s said that a very old woman admired Nan Liufeng when she was young, and she died recently. Before her death, she asked someone to dig him up and bury herself with him.”

“It must be a rumor. With such an unpleasant mountain song, who would remember such a worthless scholar for so long?”

“No one knows if it’s true or false, it’s just a rumor.” Zhou Fuquan didn’t care at all.

Su Qingyue said to Xiao Qinghe, “Fourth Brother, do you see? It seems that men really shouldn’t be too romantic. Otherwise, their graves would be dug up even after death. You shouldn’t be romantic later.”

Her meaning was to remind him to treat his future wife well.

Zhou Fuquan, however, smiled with a strange expression on his face, “Sister-in-law, you’re really strict.”

It suddenly occurred to Su Qingyue that as a sister-in-law, she should not interfere with her young uncle’s romantic affairs, “It seems so.” She smiled awkwardly at Xiao Qinghe, “I was just talking nonsense. You just listen to it. Be romantic if you want.”

His both legs were already crippled, and she was willing to be with him, so he didn’t expect anything else. He gazed at her attentively and said softly, “Qingyue, I will be wholeheartedly loyal.”

Zhou Fuquan saw the affection between the husband and wife and wisely kept quiet.

Su Qingyue was scared by Qinghe’s affection, “No, don’t.”

How could he be wholeheartedly loyal to her?

Damn it.

She wanted to slap herself twice.

She really didn’t want to seduce her young uncle.

Poor innocent young uncle even made a promise to her. She really ruined him.

No, no.

She had to talk to him.

Tell him he couldn’t like her.

Qinghe was a seventeen-year-old young man, with proper guidance, he would surely listen to the advice.

But this private matter should be discussed privately. Zhou Fuquan and Wang Crippled on the cow’s car were listening.

She remained silent and didn’t speak.

Wang Crippled sang the mountain song intermittently all the way.

No one stopped him.

By the time they arrived at the town, it was about eight in the morning.

Zhou Fuquan took the initiative to help Su Qingyue get the wheelchair off the cow’s car, said hello, and rushed to the employer’s house to work.

Su Qingyue removed the carrying pole, paid for the car, and helped Xiao Qinghe sit in the wheelchair.

She said goodbye to Wang Crippled.

She carried the pole, and Xiao Qinghe wheeled himself beside her.

The town was bustling, with vendors’ cries and people bargaining on the antique street from time to time.

Because of Xiao Qinghe’s handsome appearance, inconvenient legs, and the wheelchair rarely seen even in the town, many pedestrians’ gazes fell on him.

Being stared at and even being whispered about by some people, he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous and embarrassed.