The Leisurely Countryside of the Farmer’s Daughter-in-law

   "Auntie, can you teach me another song?"

   "Xiaoying, why do you want to sing?" Yang Laner stared at the little girl and asked with a smile.

  Yang Liying was startled, pondered for a while and said: "I think singing can express my inner emotions. When I am happy, I sing cheerful songs, and when I am sad, I sing sad songs."

   "Oh, very simple reason, very simple happiness."

  Yang Lan\'er glanced at the little girl, then frowned slightly and thought for a while: "Auntie, I once heard a very nice song, I\'ll sing it and you listen carefully."

  Tan Anjun was about to enter the room at this time, when he heard this, he paused, looked behind him, and was relieved when he saw no one, so as not to run into Su Yongyuan again and interrupt his little wife\'s singing.

  Yang Lan\'er cleared her throat, glanced at the door and saw no one came in, and smiled:

   "The time of return coincides with the spring of March in the old city,

  Xianfeng waved the wine flag and tea cover to cover people\'s eyes.

  The flower cake is filled with the long-lost sweetness of Manfang,

  Accompanying the children to release paper kites

  Singing Fengyue on the stage across the street

  Singing about your love, I wish time will pass

  Who can hear the lingering melody

   lamented Shaoguang Naosurei

  Stop by the Dream-in-Painting Pavilion

  There are swallows and swallows next to the green eaves

  The emerald curtain surrounds the embankment deep and shallow

  The willow leaves bend and bend, the flowers turn around

  Water flowers turn the boat and shake

  The boat swayed across the south of the stone bridge

  Shiqiao Nan, she walks slowly while holding an umbrella

  Two daisies with light smoke and willow leaves

  The willow leaves are bent with golden bird hairpins

   Jinque Erchai accidentally slipped into my arms

   It made her look at me in shame. "

   This small town ballad was an ancient song that she liked to listen to very much in her previous life. She never thought that she would experience the ancient times in person, which made her lament the impermanence of the world.

  Tan Anjun has long been addicted to it and cannot extricate himself from it. His little wife’s singing is like a kingfisher splashing water, like an oriole singing, singing like a gurgling water, and it seems to be melodious and affectionate. Is this the legendary sound of nature?

  Yang Liying came back to her senses and was about to applaud when she heard footsteps coming from the door, and turned her head to see that it was her uncle who came in.

   "Uncle"

   "Daddy, mother sings really well." The babies were all shocked.

  Tan Anjun stepped into the room, put his arms around his little wife, and saw that there was a slight worry between her brows, and raised her eyebrows: "My lady, what\'s wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

  Yang Lan\'er shook her head, she was only emotional for a while, so she smiled slightly: "I\'m fine, does Xiao Yingzi like it?"

  Yang Liying smiled happily: "I like it."

  Tan Anjun smiled proudly: "My lady, my mind was shocked by your singing."

   "Is it as exaggerated as you said?" Yang Lan\'er thumped him a few times and said with a reproachful smile.

   "Everything I say for my husband is the truth." Tan Anjun leaned closer to his ear and whispered: "Singing songs during the day requires drinking too much. How about we try making red bayberry wine when my wife?"

  Yang Lan\'er squinted at him, saw his longing eyes, and smiled sweetly: "Well, whenever there is a wine jar, it will be brewed at that time."

   "Okay, then it\'s settled." After finishing speaking, he hugged his little wife and smacked his cheeks.

   "Looking for a fight, the children are still there." Yang Lan\'er was very annoyed.

   "Haha..." Tan Anjun waved his hand indifferently, "No problem!"

   Seeing this, the babies also laughed heartily with their father, "Haha..."

  Yang Lan\'er and Yang Liying looked at a room full of men of all sizes and coaxed into laughter, looked at each other helplessly, and both pursed their lips and smiled.

   "Sir, have you laughed enough? Come and eat some loquat to moisten your throat so that you don\'t get tired of laughing."

   Facing his little wife\'s teasing, Tan Anjun smiled indifferently: "Okay, lady feed me."

  Yang Lan\'er really wanted to slap the loquat on his face, did she do it? Where can such a thick-skinned man come from?

   "Okay, I\'ll eat by myself, my lady, don\'t be angry." Tan Anjun secretly laughed, the little wife was still so shy.

  Glanced at the little kids in the room and frowned, why do you think they are an eyesore here?

  (end of this chapter)