Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

Watching the white-robed man leave, Cao Cao looked at his hands.

The husband gave him the feeling that life was always far away, and he was afraid that it would never return.

But this gesture, which was like a playful gesture between children, made him feel a lot more at ease.

As Mr. said, what you say is what you do.

Cao Cao shook his head, folded Cao Ang's paper and put it on the table, and took a paper.

After Dong Zhuo, the battles between the feudal lords and Dong Zhuo were well known throughout the world, and he wanted to recruit soldiers and horses at this moment of fame.

After that, there is the theory of borrowing the Yellow Turban.

Squinting his eyes, he picked up the pen on the pen holder and started to write.

Suddenly, his pen stopped and he looked outside the hall.

I forgot to ask, I don't know if Mr. has brought some money?

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It rained last night, and it always rains lightly when spring begins.

The air is moistened by rain, mixed with the smell of water dew, smelling at the tip of the nose makes people clean.Even those who haven't woken up can feel much more awake.

"Ha." Zhuge Liang leaned on the hall with his arms propped up, and yawned, looking lazy.

The white clothes on his body were loose, and he held a feather fan in his hand, the feathers of an unknown bird. The feather fan was blue and white. It was made for him by his younger sister at the end of last year.

There is no need to use the fan in this season, but he is used to holding it in his hand.

There was a book spread out in front of him, and the pages of the book were gently blown by the breeze blowing across the hall. Perhaps such a time was just right for him.

After the rain, waking up from a dream and reading a book, how can it be said that it is not comfortable?

His eyes stopped on the book for a moment, looked at one place for a while, and after a while, he said calmly as if he was used to it.

"Here, I don't understand again."

While speaking, he put down the feather fan, picked up the pen on the table beside him, and wrote a few strokes on the pages of another book, which seemed to be a note of problems, and many such problems had been recorded on it.

The notes are messy, and the order of arrangement can barely be seen. Some of the fronts are crossed out, which should be solved.

When he was young, he was smart and could read and read at a very young age. When he was young, he was able to read a number book a day, not just swallowing it, but understanding its meaning and even reciting it.

However, the book in his hand was enough for him to read for a whole year and he has not finished reading it. He has never seen the content written in any book, and there is no content to refer to for review, not even the previous one. people have read.Everything in the book needs to be understood and experimented by himself.

But it is also because of this that he can read it with interest until now.

"Chachacha." There was a sound of birds chirping outside the straw curtain in the hall, and the boy in the hall raised his head.

I guess it's because of spring.

He seldom goes out, and sometimes even forgets the time, but these few days he still remembers that it should be the end of March.

Because he remembered that not long ago, the little sister and uncle said they wanted him to go to the nearby city to watch the lights together.He was not interested in going, so the two made lanterns at home, almost burning down the hut at home.

Speaking of which, it is even the beginning of spring.

Zhuge Liang looked sideways at the yard outside the straw curtain.

Chapter 359: Difficult to Travel

The boy in the hall looked out of the hall in a daze, with a straw curtain hanging down, shaking gently, the cold wind blowing from behind made people unconsciously want to tighten some clothes, even in spring, the weather was still not warm .

In the yard, a girl in common clothes walked past the hall carrying a bucket. Zhuge Ying had also grown much taller than a year ago, and a girl of this age was just getting taller.

She carried the barrel across the porch, looking as if she was going to the kitchen to make breakfast.

When passing by the yard, the girl habitually turned her head to look into the yard.

There is a tree planted in the yard. When it was planted last year, it was only as tall as her head, but this year it is several heads taller than her.

Her eyes were fascinated, and she looked at the tree, where patches of yellow and white appeared between the green leaves.I don't know if it was last night or when, but the tree bloomed.When I was still a small tree, I never thought it would be so beautiful in bloom.

The buds between the leaves pull out their white petals and stretch out, revealing the light yellow stamens in the middle. Standing on the porch, you can smell the fragrance from the flowers.

The wind blew through the trees, making a soft rustle among the trees.

"Brother Zhong, Uncle!" The girl must have reacted, put down the barrel, and called out to the thatched cottage.

Zhuge Liang in the hall didn't move, just waving his fan peacefully, he was already used to his little sister being startled.Come to think of it, it's just a trivial matter, and my uncle will go to see it.

Sure enough, footsteps came slowly from the back of the thatched cottage, and Zhuge Jun, who was wearing a short shirt, walked to the corridor and looked at Zhuge Ying with a helpless smile.

"Little sister, what's wrong?"

"Look, brother, the tree is blooming!" Zhuge Ying said happily while running into the yard and standing under the tree.

"Oh, is it?" Zhuge Jun raised his eyes to look at the tree, and it was indeed blooming, and smiled: "It's very beautiful."

Zhugeying put the tip of her nose close to the flower, and the flower was very fragrant, which made the tip of her nose turn red.

"Ah chi!"

The girl under the tree sneezed.

"Little sister, be careful." Zhuge Jun on the porch smiled and said warmly: "You don't have to get so close to hear it."

Hearing the laughter coming from the courtyard, Zhuge Liang raised his eyebrows, why did his uncle and younger sister get into a fight.

Shaking his head, he lay down in the hall and continued to turn the pages of the book. What could make him so happy?

"Brother Zhong, the tree is blooming."

The voice of the little girl in the yard called him again.

"I see." Zhuge Liang looked at the books spread out in front of him, shook his fan, and answered absently.

With a sigh in my heart, it's just a flower, and it's not like I haven't seen it before.

He has nothing to do with his little sister.

And wait.

The fan in Zhuge Liang's hand stopped, his face paused.

Which tree is open?