My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ 29. Chapter 28. Little Actor Little Actor

Chapter 28. Little Actor, Little Actor

With the money left from buying rice, Cheng Songer bought a lot of Chinese cabbage.

In the winter, people in the north buy hundreds of kilograms of Chinese cabbage, and because of the low temperature, it won't spoil throughout the whole winter.

Cheng Songer only bought a few and spread them on top of the rice bag to deceive others. This way, even if she met someone familiar on the road, she could pretend to be going to buy Chinese cabbage and pass by unnoticed.

After packing the rice and vegetables, it was already evening when they arrived at Cheng's village. Because there were few entertainment facilities in ancient times, people in the village rested early, and there were not many households with lights on.

This was a deliberate choice of time by Cheng Songer, as there were many people and it was noisy in the village.

However, shortly after entering the village, Cheng Songer saw a small shed not far away, from which occasional sounds of singing could be heard.

The sound didn't make people blush, but rather sounded like someone practicing their voice.

There was a small lamp hanging outside the shed, swaying in the cold night wind. With a handsome face like an egg, the person inside was wearing a green opera costume, appearing to be around seventeen or eighteen years old. The singing was melodious and graceful, and the charming charm in the eyes was even more captivating.

Even the owner of the carriage she was riding in couldn't help but stare at the little actor with infatuated eyes.

"Hey, miss, let's keep going," Cheng Songer poked her, and the carriage driver finally snapped out of it.

"Hehe," the little actor leaned against the shed and giggled, his voice as clear as a tinkling bell. With lowered eyebrows, he exuded both youthful innocence and charm.

The carriage driver fell into a daze again.

Cheng Songer was speechless and decided to drive the carriage herself, leaving that place.

"Girl, do you know that guy? What's his name? How old is he? Is he married?" the carriage driver stared at the little actor and suddenly turned to ask Cheng Songer.

So, the carriage driver was interested in him.

She smiled and said, "I'm not sure about that. He should be a new actor who just joined the troupe these past few days. I guess he'll leave after performing for a few days. If you like him, why not go and ask him later?"

"Alright," the carriage driver happily agreed and kept turning her head to look back.

Finally, they arrived near Cheng's house. The Lin family next door must have been tired from slaughtering and cooking the pig during the day, so they had turned off the lights early and rested. Only Cheng's house had its lights still on, swaying in the late-night snow.

A slender figure leaned against the door frame, occasionally looking around. The orange light reflected half of his face, shining brightly in the snow.

"Song'er-" He saw Cheng Songer sitting in the car and smiled happily, running up to her and embracing her.

In an instant, Cheng Songer felt as if he were a living statue of a longing husband.

Cheng Songer rubbed his shoulders, then moved everything from the car into the cellar. Hesitatingly, he had already stored hundreds of kilograms of grain before, and now there were over a thousand kilograms, almost filling up the cellar.