An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 184 nga ne hpe mung
Shen Xi's sudden visit brought Meng Youyou explosive news—after learning that their daughter was seriously injured and hospitalized, Meng's parents, who were far away in the capital, planned to travel a long distance to Fanzhou City, and the two were probably already on the plane.

The news was so sudden that it caught Meng Youyou off guard. She had been here for several months and only knew that these two people existed, but she had never had any contact with them.

It's strange, could it be that Meng Youyou doesn't have a good relationship with her parents? Otherwise, why haven't they spoken on the phone even once in so long?

Although she didn't know the phone number and address of their home in the capital, they could always call, or at the very least, write a letter. After all, given Meng's father's position, contacting a border patrol phone booth would be quite easy.

But... if their relationship wasn't good, why would they give their daughter such a large bank draft? Besides, Shen Xi had mentioned it a few times before, only saying that they were very busy with work, but you could vaguely sense from her words that they still cared about "Meng Youyou".

Meng Youyou spent the entire afternoon pondering these matters. The more she thought about it, the more troublesome it seemed, especially since she knew absolutely nothing about these two "closest relatives"!

As Meng Youyou's friend, Shen Xi could barely fool her with her lies, but if Meng Youyou's parents really came over and chatted with her up close, she would easily be exposed if she wasn't careful.

Meng Youyou was wondering if she should pretend that she had some kind of brain explosion-related aftereffects, specifically that she couldn't remember things from a long time ago.

Ugh! So annoying!
"What's bothering you?"

Upon hearing the man's question, Meng Youyou realized that she had just inadvertently blurted out her true feelings.

Meng Youyou turned her head to look at the man, put on a wronged expression, and complained, "I can only lie in bed every day and can't go anywhere. It's so annoying!"

That's actually the truth.

Huo Qingshan put down what he was holding, turned to the side, and patiently comforted her, "In a few days, when your body has healed better, I'll ask the doctor if you can use a wheelchair. I'll push you to the garden downstairs in the hospital for a stroll. The landscaping here is quite nice."

He answered very seriously.

What was originally just an excuse she used to brush off has suddenly become a bit more effective. Taking advantage of the situation, Meng Youyou went further and started playing the victim: "But what should I do if I'm really annoyed right now?"

Huo Qingshan sat down and looked at her quietly, not in a hurry to speak, as if he was seriously thinking about the question.

Seeing this, Meng Youyou kindly offered him a suggestion: "Why don't you sing for me?"

“I can’t sing.”

"No, you led the singing when the team was training before."

Huo Qingshan smiled helplessly: "I only know how to sing military songs." After saying that, he reached out and gently stroked the tip of her nose with his index finger. "How do you know everything?"

"Then sing what you know."

"You really want to hear it?"

Meng Youyou nodded emphatically, looking at him expectantly.

Under her intense gaze, Huo Qingshan remained silent for a moment, then cleared his throat and said as a precaution, "If you sing badly, you're not allowed to laugh at me." Meng Youyou's lips curled into a bright smile, her eyebrows arching, and she immediately declared sincerely, "I absolutely won't laugh."

He gazed into her eyes, his eyes filled with tenderness, and slowly began to speak: "Mungang hpe lajang ai hta shana,nga ne hpe mung."
ne hte shapro ai lajang hpe nga hte hpo nna hkyem ai.
nga mungdang ne hte mungmung hte chye ai.
Laja ai hta shana, nga ne hpe mung.
......"

The song was sung in a language that Meng Youyou couldn't understand, and it sounded like a folk song from an ethnic minority. Unlike the stirring military songs, this song sounded more like a gentle and lingering lullaby.

His voice is low and deep, and when he sings soft and melodious songs, it's not particularly pleasant to listen to, but it's not unpleasant either.

However, Meng Youyou really enjoyed it and listened with great interest.

After he finished singing, Meng Youyou eagerly asked, "Is this a song from an ethnic minority?"

"Yes, Jingpo ethnic group."

How do you know Jingpo language?

"My mother is Jingpo, as are my maternal grandparents. I grew up surrounded by them, so I learned a little bit about it."

"Oh, I see," Meng Youyou nodded, then asked, "What's this song about? It sounds like a lullaby."

Upon hearing this, Huo Qingshan readily agreed, saying, "Yes, it's a lullaby."

“nga……nga ne……”, Meng Youyou stumbled and tried to repeat a short passage from the lyrics based on her memory, “nga ne hpe mung”. After finally piecing it together, Meng Youyou asked him, “Was my pronunciation correct?”

Huo Qingshan nodded slightly and affirmed, "Very standard."

"What does that sentence mean? I kept hearing those words when you sang it just now."

Huo Qingshan thought for a moment and replied softly, "It's similar to 'Go to sleep, baby.'"

Upon hearing this answer, Meng Youyou inexplicably burst into laughter, chuckling to herself for quite a while.

"Then sing this song for me again tonight before I go to sleep?"

"it is good."

"I'll sing it tomorrow night too," she said, but quickly changed her mind and added, "I'll sing it every night from now on, as long as you're by my side."

"it is good."

It wasn't until a long, long time later that Meng Youyou learned the true meaning of "nga ne hpe mung" in the Jingpo language.
Her lover, who wasn't good with words, had always been expressing his love in his own way.