"Gua la gua la wu li ga… si liu liu, xi liu liu… ma li la la…gua gua gua…"
The sound was loud, shaking the birds on both sides of the mountain path into flight.
It was completely out of tune; it was like a demon's voice piercing through the brain.
If a young handsome guy was singing it, Su Qingyue might have been able to bear it for the sake of his good looks. But it was an old man singing, scaring her even though she had no balls to hurt.
Ding Er's wife was a young wife. Even if it was hard to listen to, Wang Crippled, the man driving the cart, was an elder after all, so she was too embarrassed to say anything.
But Aunt Zhang spoke, "Wang Crippled, you're getting old, stop humming. It's getting hot, save some saliva."
"It's fine. I brought a water pot. I can drink if I'm thirsty!" Wang Crippled had made an extra three cents from the car fare, so he was in high spirits. There was no way he would stop. He started singing loudly again, "Chi Liu la gua... hoo a hee..."
