What to do when you have money

Chapter 80: Pinghu Qiuyue
Wake up in the morning and open the window, the sun is beautiful.

When Huang Yinger woke up, what she opened was not the window, but the curtain of the tent.The morning sunlight penetrated into her tent through the gap she opened, and along with the sunlight, there was also the unique green grassy smell of the grassland.

"Ah, the air is so fresh."

Huang Ying'er got out of the tent and stretched a lot, but she stopped suddenly when she raised her hand in mid-air.She saw Zhao Hao lying on the motorcycle snoring evenly and falling asleep, while Zhao Hao was only covered with a thin down jacket.

For some reason, Huang Ying'er looked at the scene in front of her, and her eyes suddenly became moist.

Uncle just slept outside all night?
how cold.

Huang Yinger recalled the scene before she went to bed last night.

She remembered that Zhao Hao asked her another question after telling the joke.

"Little yellow bird, can you play the flute?"

Huang Yinger replied that she would, and then she said: "I'm a music student, so of course I can play it, but you don't have a flute either."

"Who says I don't have it, I have it in me."

As he said that, Zhao Hao took out a purple bamboo flute from behind as if conjuring, and he handed it to Huang Yinger and said, "Can you play Pinghu Qiuyue? I wrote a song, you play it, and I will sing it for you."

Huang Ying'er took Dong Xiao with suspicion, put it by her mouth, and got ready.She didn't expect Zhao Hao to write songs. It seems that the uncle is not a simple person.

Zhao Hao sat on the grass and nodded towards Huang Yinger, the flute sounded, Zhao Hao looked at the moon and sang a somewhat low and euphemistic song.

"Pinghu Autumn Moon".

It's another autumn moon night, sitting alone by the lake, the breeze blowing on my face.

The moon sprinkles on the branches, smelling that the birds are all gone.

Flicking his sleeves lightly, facing the waves, he played a song of Dongxiao.

Xiao's voice was mournful, sobbing like a song, and there were layers of waves.

The waves are clear and sparkling, like stars twinkling or like Xiao Yin whirling.

Beauty, where are you?
Do you know that the person who blows the flute has tears on his clothes.

Do you know that those who blow the flute are suffering from longing.

People are also leisurely, Xiao Yiyou.

Breeze, breeze, please take me away.

Don't leave me alone, don't leave me alone.

The night is sad and the autumn wind is cold.

Today, I am drunk and lying on the bluestone with the lonely moon, counting the cold stars shining on the Qinghu Lake.

No matter, no matter, no matter.

I can only play the song Han Xiao to send lovesickness, and lonely shadows fall in the vast night.

The love is not over, the heart is already piercing like a chaotic arrow.

Going back to the past life, the road ahead is long and a bit worrying.

30 years of humanitarian affairs, 30 years of Hexi in Hedong.

All gone, all gone, all gone, leaving a sad song.

Leaving elegy to sprinkle the galaxy.

Sa Xinghe pointed to Tiange, but the autumn wind locked his heart.

People are lonely, people are dying, and Xiao Sheng is depraved.

Mingyue, Mingyue, send me into the Nine Heavens Palace.

Sitting alone on the Qingyun, sitting alone on the Qingyun.

Sitting alone on the Qingyun, playing a flute.

Mingyue!
Can you hear, can you hear?
No matter, no matter, no matter!

Xiao Sheng is leisurely, Xiao Sheng is leisurely again.

Pinghu, Qiuyue.

Huang Ying'er was playing Xiao, listening to the song, the more she listened, the more she felt Zhao Hao's mood was getting lower, the song was like crying, it made her feel more...

Want sleep.

"Maybe the uncle is not as optimistic as he looks on the surface, and he seems to have unspeakable depression in his heart. How should I help him?"

With this thought in mind, Huang Yinger fell asleep unknowingly.

As for how she got back into the tent and how she was put on a sleeping bag, she really didn't know anything.

However, fortunately, when she woke up, she found that her clothes were all neatly dressed, and no one had tampered with her.

"Uncle is really a gentleman."

Thinking of this, Huang Yinger walked up to Zhao Hao playfully, and pinched Zhao Hao's nose with her tender little hands.

"1, 2, 3, hey, wake up."

Zhao Hao woke up, actually he woke up a long time ago, he woke up before Huang Yinger came out of the tent, he was just pretending to sleep.

Do you really think that Zhao Hao is so great that he gave up the tent to Huang Yinger, and he lived in the wild for a night in the freezing cold?
Shit, he slept in a tent last night, but he just put the tent away before Huang Ying'er got up.

However, he was the one who carried Huang Ying'er into the tent last night and put her on a sleeping bag.Taking advantage of others while they are asleep, Zhao Hao still can't do such a nasty thing.

"Ah, little yellow bird, you're awake, did you sleep well?"

"Boom"

Familiar voice, familiar movements, Zhao Hao didn't know which god he had offended early in the morning of his freshman year, and was violently attacked by Huang Yinger's small fists as soon as he woke up.

"Uncle, why are you staying outside for a night? In fact, my tent can accommodate two people." Huang Yinger beat Zhao Hao with her fists, and said shyly that she had never dared to do so before. the words said.

Hearing this, Zhao Hao waved his big hand righteously and said, "How can that be done? When you are out of the house, men and women can't kiss each other. Besides, I still snore when I sleep, so what should I do if I make noise."

When Huang Yinger heard Zhao Hao's words, her eyes turned red from being moved.Unexpectedly, the uncle is not only careful and humorous, but also so conservative and polite.

It's a pity..., alas!
Parents at home will not agree.

Huang Yinger rubbed her eyes with her hands, pretended to be very happy and said, "Uncle, I'm hungry."

"Food, wait."

Zhao Hao first set a label for Huang Yinger that he would be bound for the rest of his life, then he conjured up an alcohol pot, a bag of polished rice, and some vacuum-packed side dishes from the trunk.

The most amazing thing is that there are tea eggs and pickled mustard, which are so expensive.

Wow, it looks so rich.

Not only that, Zhao Hao also took out a large thermos cup and some toiletries and handed them to Huang Ying'er.He said: "Go aside and wash up. Remember to use hot water."

"Um"

Huang Ying'er agreed, took the things, and suddenly ran to a small field in the distance.

"Huh? Isn't this girl suffocated by peeing?"

See no evil, see no evil.

Zhao Hao turned around, took out the toiletry items and began to wash.

After a while, Huang Yinger came back and saw Zhao Hao cooking white rice porridge on an alcohol stove. Judging by Zhao Hao's actions, he seemed to be a regular cook.

Thinking of her cooking skills, Huang Yinger stuck out her tongue playfully.

I'd better be a happy foodie quietly.

"Uncle, can you still cook?"

Zhao Hao replied without raising his head: "It's a trivial matter, if I have a chance, I will make you a set of Manchu Banquet."

Huang Ying'er curled her lips when she heard that, she didn't believe it.

"Uncle, did you write the song "Autumn Moon in Pinghu Lake" that you sang yesterday?"

Zhao Hao's hand that was stirring the porridge froze for a moment, and then he started stirring again, and he replied, "Well, I wrote it nonsense before."

"It's well written and well sung. The lyrics make me want to cry."

"Want to cry?"

Zhao Hao raised his head, looked at Huang Yinger's expression that didn't seem fake and smiled.Then, he lowered his head in a depressed mood and continued to stir the rice porridge.

"What's there to cry about? It's just a work of moaning for nothing."

The two did not speak until the meal.

Huang Ying'er didn't know what to say to Zhao Hao, she could clearly feel Zhao Hao's psychological changes.Although Zhao Hao still had a smile on his face, it could be seen from the loneliness in his eyes that the song was not as bad as he said.Perhaps, Zhao Hao has some story hidden in this song, and he doesn't want to let outsiders know.

Zhao Hao didn't speak either, he didn't want to speak.He is so sick, he looks like a mental patient when he is in a good mood, and he is still like a mental patient when he is in a bad mood.

In short, he is a person with good and bad mental states.

After breakfast, the two cleaned up the tents and the rubbish on the ground, and basically restored the environment here to its original appearance.

When traveling outside, you still need to talk about the quality of behavior, and the garbage must be packed and taken away.

Zhao Hao has always wanted to be a person who protects and cares for the environment. He can't do it himself. What reason does he have to blame those who don't care for the environment?

After eating their stomachs full, they boarded the car again and set off. Zhao Hao and Huang Yinger were full of energy and high spirits.

After driving for a while, they met herdsmen who came out to graze. Under the guidance of the herdsmen, they finally walked out of the grassland and bypassed the collapsed mountain in front of them.

A straight and spacious road appeared in front of the two of them, Zhao Hao and Huang Yinger were very excited.

Huang Yinger stood up, patted Zhao Hao on the shoulder with great momentum and said, "Uncle, let's go. Sunshine City, here we come."

"Woo...boom..."

Zhao Hao's motorcycle galloped forward quickly, and he complained while riding: "Come on, come on, what are you shouting, spray me all over my neck."

　The lyrics in this chapter are quite watery. In fact, every chapter is quite watery, but I especially want to include the songs I wrote in the book.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)