Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Thanks to the readers who have tipped before.

(The crack in the middle secretly thanks Nan Xi for editing)

It is estimated that some people do not understand, I will use the most simple vernacular translation:

I write more, and readers get annoyed when they urge me.

Write slowly, slowly and leisurely, isn't it good.Thanks to the readers who support me, it's New Year's Eve, I would like to give you a bow, a New Year, and a Happy New Year.

As soon as I opened the bookstore today, it was a mess of demons again, and I was stunned. It’s almost on the shelves, so let’s just say something:

Two days ago, I wore a down jacket that was neither thin nor thick as usual. I went to the big market. I bought popcorn, drank juice, and went to the pet market to watch the goose. When the group got lost, I climbed up to a high place and held the railing, looking from afar to find the group of lost people.

Then, I saw a large snow scene. It was big and white. I didn't touch it carefully. It should be quite soft, but it was a little bit freezing. The poplar trees in twos and threes had lost their leaves, and only a stick was left, still sticking there. But this rural fair is really lively.

When I was a child and now, the changes have been huge, and the country's power has surged through the changes in the countryside.

Everyone can read and read, listen to songs, and talk about policies, which is great.At this time, you should sit with a family of relatives and drink a little wine, chatting about the sky, and eat some dumplings during the New Year.

After a day's turn, at night, there were still a large group of tourists on the set taking their families and their mouths to wander around the frozen lake, which seemed very happy.Time will be gone in a while, hurry up and be as happy as you can, don't be depressed like Lin Daiyu.Today, I finally bought a pot of orchid and took it home from the cold. I feel that there is nothing to be afraid of.

As for me, I have no talent or extraordinary talent. I am very happy that everyone can see it here. Even if the update is difficult, I will try to update as much as possible.

Do my best to make those who support me happy, and those who don't support me.

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The above is the real translation of the classical Chinese text I wrote, describing the rural market.

So, don't think that those ancient literati are so ignorant. In fact, the real experience of a small group of them when writing Liushuiwen is to go to the green, eat a meal, and travel.

I feel as if I have pulled that small amount of literati off the altar, so I have to apologize.

Open a bounty at the request of readers.

200 monthly pass, plus one more

[-] reward, plus one more

200 knives (everyone will only be added on February [-]st, because there is only one dime for missing full attendance in January), plus one more

With this kind of reward, I don’t have much pressure to update, and the deadline is tentatively set to end the February lucky bag event.

The first order refers to the number of subscribers who have been on the shelves for 24 hours. I don’t want to be good, I just hope that it is not too bad. I know that some people will delete the book immediately and leave without thinking when the update is a testimonial. I can understand, I think All the reasons for not subscribing can be summed up as I don't like this book, it's not worth it, so I can understand it.

Whether the number of first orders will be one-fifth, one-tenth, or one-twentieth of the number of collectors, I still have some expectations.

This is probably the case for the testimonials on the shelves. This is the first time you have seen the testimonials on the shelves in classical Chinese.

I am Shui Yuetian, I will update it during the day on Thursday, and I will be able to support it when it hits the shelves on Friday.

Chapter 60 The Next Generation to Protect

"No need."

Before Yan Ce spoke, Mr. Fei refused on his own behalf for the young man, without even looking at the tablet on the table, his expression was slightly cold.

"This is Fei's student. If there is anything you want to talk about, please ask that adult to come to Fei."

Miss Lingshi leaned down with a smile and saluted respectfully, not at all surprised by Han Fei's indifferent attitude. The relationship between the adult and Han Fei was extremely complicated, and outsiders could not make any comments at all.

Miss Lingshi curled her lips and said, "I will tell the lord for Mr. Fei without a word. Today is just a message for the lord, and there is nothing else to disturb, so I will retire for the time being."

After speaking, Miss Ling Shi narrowed her eyes, glanced at Yan Ce a second before turning around and stepping out of the school building, pursed her lips, and walked away.

Due to the asymmetry of information, the teenager still didn't know what was going on, and could only judge what happened through various associations.

Mr. Fei sat dazedly in front of the table, the summer sunlight reflected on the delicate face that the young man was familiar with through the gaps between the overlapping branches and leaves, the numerous silhouettes appeared in his mind, but the warm sunlight could not make the already gone. The warmth adds to the temperature again.

At this time, Mr. Fei stared at the bamboo slips in front of the case with a melancholy face, immersed in his own world, as if he had already recalled the unbearable past.

All the memories were filled with cold despair and sadness that could not be told to anyone at the moment when he was forced to enter Qin.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?" Yan Ce frowned.

Han Fei slowly closed his eyes.

For a while, her mood was as quiet as a quiet valley and a clear spring. After sighing, the corners of her mouth raised a slight arc, and she held up the warm tea cup. The dried tea leaves in the cup were stretching in the hot water. As the heat floated up and down, she took a sip. .

It is bitter tea.

The bitter taste spreads in every corner of the mouth.

The color of reminiscence in the clear eyes flashed away, and the line of sight returned to the boy's still childish face.

She said: "It's an old friend, an enemy, and someone who has lost his heart. You don't have to associate with such people, the adult must have stood on the opposite side of you when he knew the bamboo slip you wrote. After all There is no room for two leaders on the same road."

Han Fei raised his face, put his hands on the table, and said solemnly in the tone of elders educating juniors, "Don't have deep friendship with that person, that adult is a liar."

"...a liar who eats people from head to toe."

"Not even talking."

Yan Ce blinked in confusion. It was the first time he saw Mr. Fei react so strongly, looking at Han Fei with a look on his face, "Son, you must follow the teacher's old path."

The young man became more and more stunned, and the woman's pale cheeks showed a morbid blushing. He wondered if the husband would be so excited that he died suddenly, and the "immortal spirit" exuding from the inside to the outside might soar in the daytime after two days of cultivation.

"Master, don't get excited, speak slowly."