When Zou's father offered Xing Baohua a meal, the man didn't stand on ceremony.
There were only two dishes on the table: one looked like hot and sour shredded potatoes, and the other was stir-fried potato slices with meat.
For a family of three, two dishes are enough, and there won't be any leftovers.
Once Xing Baohua joined in, there wasn't enough food left, so Aunt Zou quickly grabbed a comb to clear out some dry food (steamed buns).
Although Mr. Zou harbored some resentment, there was nothing he could do. After all, Xing Baohua was his prospective son-in-law. He couldn't very well not let him have a meal.
Xing Baohua took a couple of bites of food when he heard Zou's father say, "Little Xing, why don't you have a drink?"
Xing Baohua, who usually enjoys drinking, has been so busy lately that he hasn't touched a drop. Of course, he's happy to have someone with him.
He nodded and replied, "Then I'll have a drink with you, Uncle."
"Didn't you say you were going to the provincial capital? Did you not go or did you come back?" Zou Wenjuan asked.
"I came back last night. I was busy at the factory all day today. The equipment broke down and asked me to come back and take a look," Xing Baohua explained.
At this moment, Zou's father came over with some liquor, but it wasn't anything special. It was in a plastic bucket, containing bulk liquor, and it looked like it weighed about ten jin (5 kg).
Aunt Zou brought out pickled vegetables with scallions again. A few shredded green peppers tossed in sesame oil made it a very refreshing dish.
Xing Baohua took the wine, poured some for Zou's father, and said, "Uncle, you usually like a drink too!"
"You drink a little when you're tired after work. Do you drink often too?" When Zou's father asked, he frowned slightly. Although he drinks a little sometimes, young people can gradually become drunk.
"I don't usually drink, I only drink a little when I'm socializing." As he said this, he toasted Mr. Zou.
After drinking about a small cup, Xing Baohua was called to the small room by Zou Wenjuan.
Mr. Zou glanced at the clock on the wall. Luckily, it was still early, not yet eight o'clock. If it were any later, would he let the child stay overnight or not?
"We haven't finished our drinks yet, why did you call me over?" Xing Baohua said as she entered the small boudoir.
“My dad usually only drinks half a glass, but look, you’re here, have a glass already. Did you come to see me about something or to drink?” Zou Wenjuan said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Xing Baohua sat down on the edge of the bed, took out two sheet music lyrics from his pocket, and said, "Of course I have something to tell you. Look at the sheet music I prepared for you from the provincial capital."
"You, move aside, don't get so close," Zou Wenjuan said with disdain. Perhaps Xing Baohua smelled of alcohol, or perhaps it was the close contact between men and women that made Zou Wenjuan blush slightly.
Zou Wenjuan took the two sheets of paper, opened them, and saw that there was sheet music and lyrics, but the handwriting was a bit messy.
Grandpa Li's handwriting was vigorous and powerful. Perhaps he was in a bit of a hurry when copying the draft.
As Zou Wenjuan watched, her small eyes widened. She patted her leg with one hand as if keeping time, and hummed softly.
Xing Baohua was a little tipsy, and as he listened to the softly hummed music, he started humming along himself.
It's like going to a karaoke bar to relax after drinking, belting out a few songs and sweating it out, which helps you sober up more easily.
Of course, you can't shout here, you're not drunk. For some reason, I also went over to look at the lyrics, and since I felt uncomfortable with my other hand behind my back, I simply put my arm around Zou Wenjuan's waist.
Zou Wenjuan was so engrossed in watching that she didn't notice Xing Baohua's subtle actions.
He was somewhat dissatisfied with Xing Baohua's slight humming, but didn't express it.
"Look at me, lest I be left alone in this mortal world."
Youth without regrets, an undying love, forever.
When she sang the B section, Xing Baohua felt a bit like she was back in the day when she would hug the hostess at a karaoke bar and sing loudly.
The two were completely absorbed in the music, but Zou Wenjuan felt that Xing Baohua's key was unusually off-key, and she almost got led astray.
The volume was slightly higher, but I didn't care about the external impact.
Mr. Zou cut some fruit, listened to the young people's songs, and sighed inwardly. He walked to the door, intending to tell them to keep their voices down and ask Xing Baohua if she wanted some fruit.
When he arrived at his daughter's bedroom door, which had been open, he saw Xing Baohua embracing his daughter and his expression changed slightly as he prepared to knock.
A loud cough brought the couple, who were singing with great enthusiasm, to a halt.
"Eat fruit."
Zou Wenjuan only then realized that she was being embraced. Perhaps it was the first time in her life that she had been touched by a boy, and her father had also misunderstood and seen it.
Zou Wenjuan blushed all the way to her neck.
They were all so ashamed that they couldn't bear to be seen by anyone.
Fortunately, Zou's father left as soon as he finished speaking. Xing Baohua suddenly felt a sharp pain under her ribs. She turned her head and saw that Zou Wenjuan was still twisting two fingers.
It hurt so much I almost jumped up.
Just as he was about to rebuke her, he saw Zou Wenjuan glaring at him, and he immediately backed down.
He thought to himself, "A good man doesn't argue with a woman."
It really hurt, and they really hit hard.
He quickly went out and said, "Uncle, let's not eat the fruit yet!"
Back in his room, he said to Zou Wenjuan, "Alright, I'll listen to the next song, and then I'll leave."
"Don't get so close!" Zou Wenjuan warned, pouting and glaring at Xing Baohua as she spoke.
Okay! When someone is good-looking, any expression they make looks beautiful.
Zhou Wenjuan's slightly angry expression softened Xing Baohua's heart again.
Sit down again and keep some distance.
"It's very, very far away on the other side of the sky."
There is a beautiful Crescent Lake
It is the mirror of the sky and the eye of the desert.
Paradise Bathed in Stars
I walked by Crescent Lake that year
From then on, my soul was haunted by dreams.
..."
Xing Baohua's singing wasn't great. But you could still hear the difference when listening to the song.
"That's not right." He said this and moved closer to Zou Wenjuan.
Pointing to a spot on the lyrics, he said, "This part is sung a little off. It's not a flat tone; it should have a slight upturn, making the 'er' in 'hun'er' a bit heavier and more upturned."
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