Unexpectedly, just two steps out, Zhou Chenyu suddenly said, "I feel excited, scared, excited, happy and happy now!"

Yan Chao: ? ? ?

Yan Chao: "...Ziwei?"

Zhou Chenyu: "Erkang!"

Yan Chao: "...I like you, too much?"

Zhou Chenyu: "Me too!"

Yan Chao: "...It's alright, no need to go on."

Zhou Chenyu: "I don't, I'm going to say it! I am also me! I have as much as you have! No, I have more than you..."

Yan Chao: "Zhou Chenyu, you are normal."

Zhou Chenyu: "If you are full, then I will come out!"

Chapter 9 Riding a White Horse

As soon as Zhou Chenyu's voice fell, the little white horse suddenly stopped in the middle of the road.

A few seconds later, Yan Chao heard an astonishing noise from the horse's tail behind him, followed by a "crash" sound, as if something heavy fell on the ground.

At the same time, there was an indescribable smell.

The two turned their heads cautiously at the same time and glanced at the ground behind them.

It was only at this time that the camera staff beside him burst into a burst of shocking laughter in a very unprofessional manner.

Yan Chao: "..."

Yan Chao: "Look at you scaring the child."

Zhou Chenyu: "...It's definitely not my problem. I can at most vomit it, how can I say it's diarrhea?"

Yan Chao gave him a miserable look: "Because horses don't have a vomiting center."

When the local villagers came over, he didn't speak Mandarin very well, so he gestured at them.

Yan Chao almost understood, the fellow said that the horse was not yet mature, and it was a little difficult to carry the two of them.

Although Yan Chao didn't understand why the two of them could ride the little white horse to the place to poop.

In a word, people are not as good as God. Since the little white horses used shit in place to resist them from selling rot, they had no choice but to give up.

Yan Chao asked Zhou Chenyu, "Do you dare to ride alone? I'll go down and lead you."

At this moment, Zhou Chenyu took the initiative and shook his head: "I'd better go down, I don't think it's very friendly to me."

After the staff cleaned up the scene, the two of them held the reins in front and the other rode their horses, and they finally staggered and reluctantly got back on the road.

The sky was approaching dusk, and the fiery red afterglow of the setting sun on the horizon cast a faint golden glow on the snow-capped peaks and mountains in the distance and the vast expanse of grass nearby.

The endless grasslands, the flocks of sheep all over the mountains and the plains, and the tall and straight postures of the two of them rarely created the illusion of a quiet time for a second.

After walking for a while, Zhou Chenyu started humming softly again: "I'm riding a white horse, I'll walk three passes..."

Yan Chaosheng was afraid that he would frighten Xiaoma again, so he called him: "Bajie, stop singing."

Zhou Chenyu looked back at him: "Cuilan, don't you know that I like to sing husband?"

Yan Chao: "..."

Why every time he wants to tease Zhou Chenyu, he can let the other party bring him in?

Zhou Chenyu hummed two more lines, and Yan Chao was surprised to find that the few lines he sang in Hokkien were actually quite standard and had a similar appearance. Although it is a word in a pop song, he did sing a little bit of a drama.

In addition, his voice is very clean, in such an open environment, with a clear sense of youth.

Yan Chao said, "You can still sing opera?"

Zhou Chenyu raised her eyebrows: "If you talk about cross talk, don't you have to know a little bit about everything?"

Yan Chao nodded and said, "Speaking of learning to sing, no wonder you all sing very well."

"Opera and songs are included in the study, and singing only includes the Taiping lyrics of this school." After saying that, Zhou Chenyu looked back at Yan Chao, with an undisguised smug face, "I'll take you to our garden after you go back, You'll know."

Yan Chao had never understood cross talk before, and only now did he realize that there is so much knowledge in it, especially when he heard some serious things from Zhou Chenyu's indecent mouth, he felt it was quite novel: "You will. So much, so what else do you sing?"

Zhou Chenyu smiled proudly: "Xue Pinggui and Wang Baochuan in the Peking Opera version?"

This song in "Riding a White Horse" tells the story of Xue Pinggui and Wang Baochuan.

Although Yan Chao has heard of such a well-known story, he doesn't know anything about Peking Opera, and he doesn't know which play Zhou Chenyu is talking about.

Zhou Chenyu looked at him and showed a narrow smile: "You didn't dislike me just now, did you tell me not to sing?"

Yan Chao: "...The little one has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, let's do it."

Zhou Chenyu: "If you want to hear it, buy a ticket for my special session next time?"

Yan Chao glanced at him: "Anyway, why do you get off the horse and don't recognize people?"

Zhou Chenyu raised her eyes to look at him: "Are we two having a shock or what?"

Yan Chao: "Didn't you just come out?"

Zhou Chenyu: "...Mr. Xiaoyan, are you not afraid of being banned now?"

This time, Yan Chao finally did not let Zhou Chenyu successfully bring him back. He felt refreshed and contented in an instant.

He felt that he seemed to have found a trick to deal with Zhou Chenyu. For this kind of old driver, only by driving the car faster than him can the other side have nothing to do.

Although Yan Chao's face was still serious, he couldn't help but feel complacent in his heart. Before they knew it, the two came to the sheepfold from the hillside.

The next task is to take care of the newborn lambs and artificially feed them with insufficient breast milk.

The staff took out a lamb from the sheepfold. It was about the size of a pet dog. The snow-white fluff on its body was only a thin layer, and the pink skin inside was faintly revealed. The lamb can't walk yet, so it has to be held in the arms wherever it goes.