Bamboo horse, bamboo horse, cheating and fraud

The busy days have made the flowers and plants in the yard messy. I packed out a small flower pot with the thickness of an arm and planned to plant those few worry-free flower seeds in it after a while.

I specially found a book basket, which looked like a scholar in a strange novel, but the bottom of the book basket was flat, which was just right for the pot of small flowers.

Banban forced a smile and asked, "Are you coming back?"

"No." I smiled back at her.

She opened her mouth, a little hesitant.

"Anything else to say?"

She was a little embarrassed: "I didn't mean that... I mean, if you really can't find it, come back, we are all here."

I nodded and hugged her.

This difference may last a lifetime.

You Maobing hadn't woken up yet, and the celebration party last night lasted until late at night.They kept silent about Yun Rong, but I knew everyone felt uncomfortable.

I rushed early just to avoid them - I was afraid that once they persuaded me to stay, I would really be reluctant to leave.

But after all, I have to find someone more important.

When boarding the boat, the bell of the mountain temple in the distance rang, echoing vaguely on the surface of the river beyond sight.A young man who looked like a scholar was also on the boat, holding a book and looking at the calm river with some wistfulness, he slowly chanted a poem.

Yun Sui and I get together less and stay away more, and we managed to live a stable life for a few days, but there were ups and downs and ups and downs.I don't know how long this time is, a year, or a lifetime?

What the scholar read was: "Don't come to the sea, just say goodbye to the sky bell. How heavy will Bashan be on the Autumn Mausoleum Road tomorrow?"

This journey was extremely slow. I walked from the sky full of poplar flowers to the verdant greenery, and then to the first rest of the new snow. Finally, the worry-free flower also quietly earned a crushed flower.

Flying flowers floated all over the long street with catkins, and the white fluff fell on the window eaves of every house.

There are more and more children around me.I pulled out the crumbling little flower pot from a chubby little boy, waved my hand exhaustedly and said: "Bear boy, little ancestor, this is the lifeblood of the Taoist priest, you can't play with it..."

The child spat: "You old man, why do you only know one sentence in one day?"

I glared at him: "Nonsense, listen carefully, I will teach you! Don't let people live! The three poor and the three rich grow old, dogs can't be fed too much, and people can't be nice to each other; Mao, dogs see dogs lick, people see people act..."

"It's not fun, it's not fun, what a mess, there are opera singers over there, let's go, let's go to the opera!" The child rushed away.

When I looked back, I saw someone in white clothes standing under the poplar tree, and when the east wind blew, catkins and flying flowers were blown all over the sky.

"Where do you want to go?" He walked towards me slowly and asked with a smile.

"I'm not going anywhere, go home."

Just holding his hand like this, the ends of the earth, the officialdom, the rivers and lakes, not going anywhere.

It is common in Qi Wang's house, and Cui Jiutang heard it several times before.

that was nice scenery at Jiang Nan, met you again in autumn.