Shan He Biao Li

"what is the problem!"

Chu Huan tilted his face back in silence, letting the old king's spitting star like sharp weapon pass him.

The one-armed Pharaoh brought a servant, and every cell on his face was accusing him of the pain in his life that had broken the heart of the king.

The two were separated by a wooden table with a few munitions for entering the National Expo.

Chu Huan tilted his head and glanced down through the small broken window of the guest house. Nanshan was talking with the veterans downstairs.

The Tubaozi patriarch of his family wore a shirt for the first time in his life, as if he had always been worried that he would tear his clothes when he moved too much. He raised his hands and acted as if he was **** by people, but he was facing the more natives next to him. Still very diligently working as a tour guide in this county where I have only been a few times in my life.

This is just right. Nanshan, who was talking about something, suddenly raised his eyes as if he felt something, and just looked at Chu Huan's eyes. The serious interpreter took time out of his busy schedule and did not hesitate. The ground gave the people upstairs a bright smile, a serious look a little funny.

I do n’t know what went wrong. The veterans in the cave did n’t have the impression that they were frozen after they strayed into the “Peach Blossom Land”. Their memories still lingered in the moment when they lost their way by the river. In a dream, it would be decades after opening your eyes-this is probably the meaning of Shenshan. I don't want to expose this land to the eyes of the world.

Although the goat-faced elder is a bit lacking in morality, he does not lose his mind. As soon as he learned of this, he said nothing immediately, pretending to be a minority nationality on the border, and made no mention of the bizarre incidents of decades ago.

The mountain gate had just turned upside down, and Chu Huan had just woke up for a long time, and hadn't had time to wake up before taking a nap.

This is the scene in the guest house in the county seat.

Due to various reasons, Chu Huan was inconvenient to tell others-even if he said that Pharaoh would not believe it, I am afraid he would be sent to the psychiatric department for an assessment, simply push two or five: "I do n’t know, people are on the road Picked up. "

Pharaoh jumped straight, glanced down the window with his gaze, as if he noticed something, narrowed his eyes, pointed at Nanshan and asked, "Who is that long-haired?"

Chu Huan answered without changing his face: "My wife."

The old king listened, and his eyes jumped more and more lively. He took a breath and quivered, "This ... what's going on with this?"

Chu Huan looked at the crowds in the small town here, and his old friend was ruddy and his body was tough. For a while, he felt a sense of emotion like a world, he thought for a while, and answered carefully: "It is not clear, it seems to be picked up. of."

Lao Wang: "Then his mother is a man! Are you blind to me?"

"Yeah," Chu Huan said inexplicably, "I didn't say he was a woman."

The old king's face was like a myocardial infarction, and the donkey twirled around the house a few times, and finally he couldn't help but fall down Chu Huan's face: "Fooling!"

Chu Huan leaned against the hard back of the broken sofa, stretched his legs and pulled the lazy tendons, revealing an unreasonable smile that tolerated the elderly, without saying a word.

For many years, Pharaoh has never been able to take him, and finally sat angrily on the simple bed, smashing the bed of the guest house with a wail.

The pharaoh drew a cigarette in his mouth, and before he was too late, he saw Chu Huanqu's index finger knocking on the table: "Hey."

The old king lifted his eyelids angrily and glanced at him.

Chu Huan: "I'm no smoking."

After he finished, he also seemed to innocently put his hand out of the window and downstairs.

The old king snapped the lighter out, stood up silently and walked to the window, stared at it for a while, then suddenly stretched out a hand and buckled on Chu Huan's shoulder, frowning and asked, "What is he thin?" "Don't play tricks on me, can this last for a long time?"

Chu Huan sighed: "Am I a joke?"

According to Pharaoh's knowledge of him, although Chu Huan didn't slip away in small things, he never really played in big things. The old king said sharply: "After the death of old Chu, no one can really control you-are you planning to cut off your son?"

Chu Huan paused, then couldn't help laughing.

Lao Wang: "Laugh, be serious!"

"You can't see that you are quite traditional," Chu Huan waved his hand. "There are many cubs running around in their clan, and everyone can't wait to pass on one to the patriarch, it's nothing."

The old king stared at him for a moment, and Chu Huan was not looking well, but his spirit was not bad. The one-armed man was silent for a moment. His immediate demand for Chu Huan was that he should be good. As for his private life ...

"I listen to what you said just now-is he the patriarch? Can you follow you?"

Chu Huan touched his nose: "Enough choking."

The old king was a bit frustrated: "So what are you going to do and hide in this backcountry for a lifetime? You didn't promise me ..."

"I'll go back to work." Chu Huan answered without any burden. "It's okay, there is work, and I don't have a task. I will go home and cook. I have the right to live far away."

Pharaoh had never seen such a play, and looked at him in shock: "... the plane ticket has no place to reimburse you."

Chu Huan said without stress: "Anyway, I don't need to make money to support my family, the moonlight is just right."

Lao Wang couldn't imagine this way of life. He turned the cigarette in his hand for a long while and finally suffocated a sentence: "You ... too unreliable!"

Chu Huan smiled at him with a hip face and stretched out his hand: "Show me our niece-or niece?"

Lao Wang took out several mobile phones from his body, took out one of the most inconspicuous ones, transferred the photo and handed it to Chu Huan, although the two children were very small, they could see that they did n’t look very much like zygotes. twin.

"The one in pink clothes is a girl, the other is a boy." Lao Wang sighed and sat down next to him, even a pair of granddaughters didn't care about it. "You are willing to find a companion, I feel very happy, but why be so far away? It takes so much effort? "

"One child and one daughter can get together" Okay ", hey, it's funny, Harazi is so long ..."

"Chu Huan!"

Chu Huan looked up at him and said, "Look for a nearby one? OK, do you intend to persuade your son-in-law to take me to work?"

The old Wang was stunned first, and then he saw a bit of teasing in his eyes. He felt powerless: "You **** who doesn't know good people."

Chu Huan threw the phone back into Pharaoh ’s arms, and then tilted his head to look out of the window, and found that Nanshan dutifully brought several veterans who had not eaten any good things into the “Ken as a chicken” to accept the junk food. He shouted at him at the window: "I want the bowl of potatoes and rice made by the lady boss last time, put coarse salt!"

Nanshan waved at him from afar, beckoning to hear it.

Chu Huan pushed the window to the maximum, quickly pulled out the smoke from the pocket of Lao Wang, and lighted a branch at a speed that was too fast to cover his ears. It was stuffed into his mouth like a cloud of water, and half of it was pulled out in one breath. Only after a piece of white smoke slowly said: "Sometimes you will find that what you feel is different from others, your skin is painful, others are not painful and itchy, you feel comfortable, and others are ignorant I feel that after a long time, you will have an illusion ... you and others do not live in a world. "

The old king looked at him carefully. The outline of Chu Huan's face was deeper than before because of thinness, but his eyes were very bright. I don't know if it reflected the fire on the cigarette butt.

"Loneliness doesn't matter how many people you are with. If you don't feel this way in your heart, you will be free to play the bachelor all your life. You won't feel lonely for a minute. If you have this kind of cranky thoughts every day, you can get together every day. "You can't get up," Chu Huan said, "I don't know if this is terrible? Let this loneliness go too deep, people will become unrealistic."

Lao Wang: "About what's the realism?"

"Everything," Chu Huan said, "People will only think about what is‘ reality ’after they lose their sense of reality. The more you think, the more you feel ... you ca n’t prove the existence of‘ reality ’.”

The old king looked serious, suspecting that Chu Huan's brain was ill and healed.

Chu Huan Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Nanshan leaving others in the restaurant for dinner. He walked out of the "Kendang Chicken" carrying a few big food boxes and was walking towards the guest house.

"So one day I found someone willing to help me break this neurotic loneliness, and it was very effective. For me, he is my fulcrum and coordinates." Chu Huan extinguished the cigarette and plugged the ashtray. Going under the sofa and turning on the exhaust fan on the blinds, "let alone take a few more planes, let me go by missile."

Footsteps came from the door, Chu Huan let the old king open the door to Nanshan, and Nanshan sniffed his nose slightly as soon as he entered the door, as if he smelled something, it was only because of the presence of the old king, he didn't say anything, just by handing The take-out action gave Chu Huan a very vague glance.

When Chu Huanquan didn't see it, he pointed to the Pharaoh and said, "This is me ... well, my godfather."

Pharaoh: "..."

Lao Wang coughed, and a little bit stuck, then he recovered and made an elder's unsmiling attitude, and simply nodded to Nanshan: "Hello."

Nanshan was also caught off guard. However, although he had never seen the world, he was the patriarch. He quickly calmed down and politely welcomed the slightly-evaluated look of Pharaoh and greeted him.

Lao Wang was still a bit awkward. When he didn't know what to say, he saw Nanshan walking in front of him and stood, speaking a lot of fluent Chinese. He solemnly said: "My name is Nanshan, it is 'Liyizu'." Patriarch, in the future, Chu Huan will not be aggrieved. You can rest assured. "

Pharaoh: "..."

In his squinting eyes with He Nanshan, he remembered his experience of marrying a daughter, and suddenly inexplicably a little bit dissatisfied with his decent son-in-law.

This kind of subtlety remained until the evening of the day, and the old king gave Chu Huan to his people and took away the rifles and munitions. Then, as if to show his generosity, he restrained the sour water in his heart One wave gave Chu Huan a month of "marriage leave".

Chu Huan sent the Pharaoh to take the man to the car and said to Nanshan on the side: "We are not going back to the clan for a while. I bet you can definitely cross the border now. I will take you out ... uh, this ..."

Nanshan silently pulled out the ashtray that he had just inserted into the crack of the sofa with a short knife, and looked at him with condemnation.

Chu Huanqian laughed: "This is the old man just now ..."

Nanshan grabbed his collar and sniffed carefully around his collar.

Chu Huan: "... drew ..."

The following quibble automatically silenced under Nanshan's compulsion.

Nanshan: "Do you think your body is well?"

Chu Huan's throat rolled slightly, and he always felt that Nanshan's eyes were a bit wrong.

Nanshan grabbed his hand and tightened his eyes, his eyes deepening: "Then you haven't remembered ... do you still owe me something?"