Tianshan Yihuan

The two oil lamps on the plate ignited spontaneously.What is the principle?He was puzzled, but no matter how talented a nine-year-old child is, it is an indisputable fact that his attention is easily attracted.Soon, his attention was attracted to the rows of large shelves. The wood of these wooden shelves was obviously painted with many layers of tung oil, and maybe even ran in tung oil for a long time. If the grown-up fat man Seeing this writing again, he will definitely drooling and swearing to the death to bring out these hard-to-find good things.

It's a pity that according to what he said, he searched for this place many times later but couldn't find it. This is the first time that a fantasy thing in this world has appeared before his eyes, and it also foretells that Fatty's future life is destined to be inseparable from metaphysics. .

What is this place?First of all, it is a sealed stone room of twenty square meters.The surrounding stone walls are engraved with circles of neatly arranged thunder patterns, and some areas are engraved with some inscriptions that should be on the bronzes. Moreover, the entire stone room is not as flat as an ordinary living room, but the junction of each edge is smooth. processed.The fat man said that in retrospect, the place actually looked like it was inside a copper wok.And on the big shelf neatly placed in the middle, there are many strange things on display, and most of them are the iron balls we saw in Banai.

Fatty didn't have much memory of what happened afterwards, he didn't even remember how he left that place and was found by the adults. In short, after he told his parents about this incident, it was forgotten like a daydream by everyone.

When I was talking about this, the fat man suddenly patted my shoulder heavily, and said to me in a low voice: "If you need brother's help in the future, if you can't find me, remember to see if this thing is still spinning." I took out a small compass that looked normal, but I don’t know what’s going on with this compass. No matter how it turns, as long as the fat man appears within 100 meters, the needle tip will point in the opposite direction to him. It will spin tirelessly at an even speed.

"Actually, Fat Lord, my physique was also changed by these strange powers and chaos. Hehe, don't think about it. In the future, you must find a buddy if you have something to do. I'm sure you will be my loyal brother..." "

The author has something to say: I was frozen in the snow for two hours last night, but I woke up this morning and found that I had a fever and a bad cold. I have been busy recently, so I have been interrupted for several days. The leave request is only posted on Baidu It was given over there, so all kinds of guilt.It's great to finally update a chapter tonight!

As for the subsequent style issues, I really prefer to write vernacular with a rustic style, so, sorry, I am so stupid...

☆, Fanwai ([-]) Fireworks in the world

Fireworks

"It's cut." Zhang Qiling stood in front of the kitchen counter wearing a Jiajiar MSG apron, wearing my white T-shirt and brown cropped pants, holding a rag in his hand to wipe the side of the kitchen knife stained with potato starch Said to me expressionlessly.

I turned my attention to the chopping board, and saw that the irregular large potatoes had now turned into thousands of potato shreds with the same thickness, thinness and length. Sure enough, people who know how to use knives are different. "Brother, soak the potato shreds in water to let the starch inside come out, so that the potato shreds will be more crispy." I said while holding a spatula in my hand and stir-frying broccoli in the pot. I finally discovered this stuffy oil bottle's view on eating.First, he is not picky eater, and second, he likes simple food.To put it simply, it is what he likes to eat the fastest.Therefore, this guy just doesn't want to move a chopstick for eating fish, maybe because he wants to spit out fish bones.

When it comes to what he likes to eat, it's really hard to tell whether it's because the taste suits him or because it's easy to eat.To be honest, he prefers to drink soup, or to eat mishmash.Recalling that his hometown is in the Northeast, the hodgepodge can be regarded as a local specialty, and the taste is too spicy.The first time I met him, his fair skin was so deceptive that I thought he was a powerless think tank and definitely couldn't stand spicy food.

Now I know that brain supplements kill people.After seeing him drink a bowl of spicy soup full of red oil without any stress, I realized this fact belatedly. Growing up in Hangzhou, I was really not used to spicy food. The taste of food has always been light, and like most locals, they occasionally eat sweets.However, Zhang Qiling doesn't seem to like sweets very much. Once Wang Meng brought a box of pea yellow from a dim sum shop, and each person shared a few pieces. After I drank Longjing and finished eating, I found that Zhang Qiling completely ignored this kind of dim sum.

In the end, these snacks were eaten by Wang Meng unceremoniously. He always likes to eat sweet things.Psychology says that people will have a stress response when they are just born, avoiding bitter things and looking for sweet things, and people's likes and fears in the future are all foreshadowed at this time.According to the perverted way of training the younger generations of the Zhang family, perhaps these newly born Zhang family children will start this kind of subconscious education from the first day they are born. Zhang Haike mentioned this incredible tradition before leaving.

The first taste the children of the Zhang family tasted after they were born was bitterness. The pharmacists in the family would cook a small bowl of thick juice from the scorched wheat and feed it to the baby with a spoon, and each child had to drink this bowl. Drink the thick juice, otherwise you are not allowed to eat.Of course, regardless of the taste of this bowl, burnt wheat can indeed improve children's resistance. Although I don't know the scientific reason for this, it seems that Hangzhou people in the old life also have this custom.

The meal was finally served on the round table, four dishes and one soup - hot and sour potato shreds, fried pork with broccoli, braised lion head, fried cabbage and mushroom egg soup.There are only three of us who eat, and we all eat a lot. We need to add four cups of rice to cook a pot of rice.The dinner table was very quiet, only the sound of chopsticks and spoons accidentally touching the bowl, and the sound of everyone chewing could be heard.

I have been patiently waiting for Zhang Qiling to speak up by himself. Wang Meng has not figured out our situation so far and it is not good to speak casually. As for Zhang Qiling, he seems to be thinking about something all the time, so I dare not interrupt his thinking .Maybe it was something difficult to say, but the situation turned around at the end of the meal.

After clearing away the messy cups and plates, Wang Meng went downstairs to look at the store, while I started washing the dishes.At this time, Zhang Qiling suddenly walked to the door behind me, and said: "Wu Xie...Actually, I don't remember who you are...but I know you are very important to me. In the past few days, I have been looking at the diary I wrote before, sorting out the memory fragments in my mind, and it seems that you are in every fragment.” He paused for a moment as if wondering why I appeared in those memories , Then he went on to say: "I don't know why I appear here, because before that, I seemed to not exist or to be in a dormant state, but I know that your existence can prove that my appearance is meaningful of·····"

When the bowl in my hand accidentally slipped into the sink and splashed high foam, I felt like I was lucky in shit, even though my eyes were watery from the splashed dish soap.Ten years later, Poker Bottle will tell me his troubles, his thoughts, and his anxiety, and he will not ask "Who are you" so coldly, I really want to look up and laugh, I finally imprinted myself in his subconscious Here, even if he loses his memory again, he will subconsciously stop rejecting my existence.

I can think about how to fight back with Zhang Qiling this time, why his memory is lost, maybe I am the only one in this world who can give the answer.

It was night, I sat in front of the computer, Zhang Qiling on the bed had fallen asleep, I clicked the little send icon on the upper left of the email, and the recipient was blank...

The author has something to say: It was originally the main text, but I found that it has nothing to do with the text before and after, so I simply dragged it to the side story, I am really an irresponsible bastard QAQ~

Alas, I will be off the list tomorrow, and I will try to set aside time to write articles in the future.Because recently I suddenly found that many people around me make me very uncomfortable. It is an inexplicable disappointment. For myself and others, but it is really impossible to express it in the three-dimensional.People always have to face the most helpless situation, and everyone can't avoid it.

By the way, there was a dick in the dormitory who asked me to write a novel for him, and wanted ten soft girls to love him to death, heartbroken. .

I resolutely converted this girl into a man, but don't have too much taste, okay? . . . .

☆、Conspiracy set sail

Conspiracy set sail

When I remembered the story told by the fat man, I sat next to Zhang Qiling's bed again. He has become more and more sleepy recently. I hinted whether he should go to the hospital for a physical examination, and he shook his head.So I had no choice but to sit in his bedroom every night and watch him fall asleep, and he slept longer and longer every day.I was puzzled and couldn't express my original intention to make it clear to him.

That day before he fell asleep, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed my wrist very forcefully. I could see his pain from his expressionless eyes.The shape of those eyes has hardly changed from ten years ago, but the thoughts coming out from the bottom of the pupils make me very strange, what pain is he suffering at this moment?Why do you have to endure this pain desperately?

"Are you worrying about forgetting the past again?" I put my hand on the back of his hand, and the cold hand was chilling to the bone, "It doesn't matter, little brother, memories are all in the past, and we still have more memories." It’s a long way to go...why do I always feel that you are uneasy?” Saying these words, I actually really thought so, even if the little brother forgot everything, it doesn’t matter, really Yes, as long as he is still alive in front of me, everything doesn't matter.

My little brother’s nervousness still exists, I stared into his eyes, there seemed to be some thoughts struggling inside, and finally he said: "Wu Xie, take out the things in that package." After finishing speaking, he grabbed my hand Putting it down quietly, it made me uneasy, why this scene is so similar to those scenes of dying confession in TV dramas...

I nodded to him, turned around and went downstairs to pick up this thing. When I left, I suddenly thought: If I go up again, will he disappear?Shaking his head, feeling the gaze from behind, the little brother will not leave as easily as before.I went downstairs at a faster pace, the wooden stairs creaked, Wang Meng was sitting on the square table with his back facing me, and was catching up on sleep. I had no intention of waking him up, but the package never passed my hand. The joy of seeing Poker Bottle was so overwhelming that if my brother hadn’t mentioned it suddenly, I’d probably have forgotten about it a long time ago.

After waking up Wang Meng, this guy propped his head up from the table in a daze, drooling, no wonder he always refuses to let my mother introduce girls to him.It's just that the girl who is a virtuous person is afraid that she will directly rule out the option as soon as she sees him.The most ruined thing is my huanghuali square table from the Ming Dynasty, a drool-stained antique... Now I really want to implement the proposal to deduct this kind of wages. "Old boss? Are you still up so late?" He rubbed his eyes and asked.I picked up the magazine on the side and slapped him on the shoulder, and asked with an unfriendly expression: "Where did you put the package that day? Find it for me quickly!"

Wang Meng is a stupid goose who can't comprehend. Only by giving him detailed information can he barely understand what you tell him. This kind of person has both advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that he is very loyal, and the disadvantage is that his reaction is always faster Others are slow.This is still not dangerous in the real world, but it is very problematic in a fight.

I sat on the red sandalwood chair in the shop for customers to sit, watched Wang Meng go back and forth to find the package, and found that my mentality became very good, that is, the state that I can bear no matter what kind of blow.The emergence of this kind of mentality made me feel a little flustered. Although I have never believed in the ability of prophets, the experience of these years has taught me that the human body really has too many potentials that have not been discovered. This kind of predictive ability is even just this huge potential. a very small branch.

"Oh, I finally found it. Boss, what are you doing with this thing?" Wang Meng wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at me curiously.I took the package wrapped in kraft paper that was not much bigger than the palm of an adult man, and I replied, "It's my brother who is looking for this. You can close it later. I always feel that this is a bit strange, and I don't feel at ease." , I didn't explain anymore. Although Wang Meng is a dumb boy, he has been with him for more than ten years anyway, so he can quickly understand what I mean.

With the package in my pocket, I pushed open the door with some trepidation, and a tall and thin figure fell into my eyes, Zhang Qiling was standing at the wide open window.How did the little brother who was drowsy a few minutes ago wake up?He didn't seem to notice the sound of the door being pushed open. The moonlight came in from the window and hit his face. His black hair and long eyelashes like crow feathers were all coated with a layer of silver. He was handsome without any emotion. .Just like the statues in the temple, there is no human fireworks.

Approaching cautiously, I was afraid of shattering the dreamlike scene, "Open it, Wu Xie." The little brother said, looking directly at the night outside the window.My hand holding the package began to tremble slightly. This feeling was uncomfortable, but there was no chance to escape, and the package was finally opened by myself.

Inside the package lies a skull that is one size smaller than normal, made of crystal.I know that my brother discovered it at the bottom of the Jiaohe River at that time, but I still haven't figured out many things, such as why Xiaohua found me on the middle of Tianshan Mountain, and where did the fat man and the blind man go?If my little brother hadn’t lost his memory, he might be able to help me answer these questions, but the point is that my little brother completely forgot everything this time, which made things worse.

I was a little puzzled by my little brother's order, and was about to raise my head to ask him, when I saw him standing sideways facing me, his expression was extremely stiff, and his complexion was also very bad.The nerves all over my body tensed immediately, because the little brother at this time really looked like the zongzi in the bucket.He walked towards me step by step, and my heart followed his stiff steps. He walked so hard that every step he took felt that the bones in his body were breaking more and more.

After several centuries of trekking, he walked in front of me, and I could feel that he was struggling to maintain a standing posture.

"Come to me, Wu Xie." He raised his hand with difficulty and tried to hug me, but he found it was futile, "Be careful of the blind." After he finished speaking, his body fell to the side uncontrollably, and I hugged me more and more subconsciously. The colder he is, there are only a lot of blanks left in his heart, little brother...

······"Boss, Boss!"

Wang Meng's voice shook me out of my confusion like thunder, and the person in my arms disappeared, only a sleeve torn from the clothes soaked and blackened with blood was left.The crystal skull in my hand slid to the ground and rolled away. Only then did I realize that I was kneeling on the floor and hugging the sleeve tightly.

I always thought that I was brave enough, but when things came to an end, I realized that there was no essential difference between me now and the fool who was so self-satisfied with his little cleverness ten years ago.Also unable to grasp the warmth in the palm of his hand, also at a loss in the face of a fate that seems too strong.

"Haha, hahahaha..." I looked up at the night sky blocked by the ceiling. Even though I was so careful, I still had nothing, probably because the laughter was too rampant, and Wang Meng originally planned to help me. Hanging in mid-air, looking at me with pained eyes. "Wang Meng, do you think there is such a thing as a god in this world?" I stopped laughing and turned to look at Wang Meng and said.

Wang Meng lowered his head and said vaguely: "Boss, my dad always told me that life is always forced on you, whether it is good or bad, you have to take care of it, so that you are worthy of this lifetime."

········

Fear can only stop people from moving forward, and the real life is made by fighting.

Three days later, I received a call from Xiaohua, which was the day before the departure of the "United Archaeological" team.Like four months ago, the scene before leaving Urumqi for Turpan was almost exactly the same.just the content...

Xiaohua said on the other end of the phone with the calm voice she had cultivated: "Tomorrow, I will go there with you until I send you to your destination. The Xie family of the Old Nine Gates will no longer have anything to do with this after this time. You Take care, Wu Xie, I will advise you one last time. You are not the same as those unattached bachelors. You have parents and many friends who are not on this path. It is not worth it to do this for one person. do you know?"

His words are very objective, I do have my parents and many friends, but everyone is irreplaceable, let alone Zhang Qiling.I remember that when I was five years old, I almost died. My father found many people to save me. Thanks to the help of these people, I survived.I used to think that without these people, I would definitely not be where I am now, but the sad thing is that these people have passed away, disappeared, and disappeared in just a few decades. Want to thank, but continue to be thanked Objects are gone.

And Zhang Qiling, my comrade-in-arms who died, without him, I wouldn't have known which underground palace I would have died in.Lu Palace, Yunding Tiangong or Xishahai Tomb?

"Xiao Hua, why would you rather sacrifice yourself to keep Xie's family? As I said before, we are very similar, but our principles are different because of our different paths. Your principles come from the family education of the first 20 years, while I The reason for the creation of the principle is only because of one person. I don’t want to thank you for your kindness. It is my great honor to know you, Wu Xie, in this life.”

Hang up the call.

Wang Meng just finished collecting all the antiques worth more than [-] yuan in the store, and packed them up for storage with his second uncle.The will was left on the desk of the guest room where Zhang Qiling lived temporarily on the second floor...

The next day, Wang Meng and I got on the Humvee sent by the army and drove towards the mysterious-looking ancient tomb.

The author has something to say: I can finally embark on the road to the underground palace, although it is very sad... the little brother did not really appear. .

☆, Red Bean Southland

Red Bean Nanguo

It is said that in modern society there is an insurmountable gap between people. Men and women, adults and children, old people and young people, everyone seems to have a lot of stories, but it is destined that everyone cannot let their stories be read. People around me understand.Especially with the acceleration of urbanization, this indifferent emotional tone has begun to dominate more and more people in the world.

But the place we go today is completely contrary to the concept of modern people.

After getting out of the car, Wang Meng and the driver went to sort out the items that needed to be carried with me, and I leaned against the car door to smoke.Typical southern hilly terrain with lush vegetation. Of course, this is not a no-man's land of primitive forests that are too dense to enter in Guangxi, but...

"Well, how many Weiss leaves are getting bigger?" An old man with gray hair wearing an old gray Chinese tunic suit and carrying two large dustpans passed by and shouted at us.The accent of this dialect is very hard, there is no retro-nasal sound, the tongue goes straight, and the spoken words are as fast and powerful as hitting bullets.But it sounds like a bible to me. If someone said it was a foreign language, I would believe it. Fortunately, the driver who accompanied him seemed to be a local, so he immediately said, "Lasou, Geqincai, Enqimeng."

After tidying up his things, Wang Meng walked over with a big backpack and my backpack in his arms, looking constipated.Could it be acclimatization?It's strange, so I asked, "What's wrong with you? It's like a dead father." Wang Meng shook his head, his facial features were almost wrinkled, and said, "I just stepped on cow dung, and now my feet are full of tiredness. The slippery feeling is really disgusting. I said, boss, is there really an expert in this time? I checked the historical records here before I came here. I really don’t have any famous allusions. This place looks too ordinary, right? "

"Hey, Comrade Wang Meng, you have five people and six people to quote from the classics! You are not selling stupidity here. You said that if this place is not ordinary, this big tomb may be left for our grandsons who were born thousands of years later to dig Is it?" The driver who checked the car over there heard my intentionally raised voice and looked over to see Wang Meng's bewildered look, smiled friendlyly, and continued to check the engine.I glanced around quickly from the corner of my eye, and after confirming that no one else existed, I immediately signaled Wang Meng to hand me the things in his hand.Wang Meng understood, taking the opportunity of giving me the bag, he stuffed the thing into my hand.

"I'm going to water the earth, you stay where you are." Passed by Wang Meng, "Make sure there is no suspicious person." I whispered.

The parking place was on an abandoned farm in the countryside, scattered with a layer of messy and damp straw, a pile of cow dung in the east, and a pile of dog shit in the west.Surrounded by several rows of one-story slope-roofed houses, roughly closed in three directions, the gap is a horizontal village road, and the other side of the village road is the Yangchang.

Our car was parked in Yangchang, and it was normal for Wang Meng to step on cow dung when he got off the car.But the houses here are obviously in the style of the 80s and [-]s. They are equipped with large windows with iron rods to guard against theft, and pig blood-colored wooden doors. From the eaves covered with moss and weeds and the glass that is almost completely broken, it can be seen that these houses have been neglected for a long time. up.Behind these houses is a lush and lush forest. There seem to be a lot of birds in the forest, and all kinds of unheard-of cries come and go.

As an excuse to release the water, I walked behind the angle between two rows of houses, and the compass pointer in my hand was spinning like a convulsion, and it turned out to be right here.The fat man and the little brother must be somewhere here now, the little brother reminded me to be careful that the blind man will disappear out of thin air, leaving only a bloodstained sleeve. They must have fallen into a worse situation than they were in the Zhang family's ancient building, otherwise the little brother would not use this kind of insidious technique.Looking around, the population density here is indeed very low, and the three of us have to wait for the big troops to come here, and Xiaohua has to delay her arrival date due to unforeseen circumstances.

After turning around a few times, I roughly determined their direction. I decided to wait for the people in the nearby villages to rest tonight before confirming their precise location with Wang Meng.I put the compass in the inner pocket of the jacket, picked a piece of topsoil from the ground, and left here.

Back in Yangchang, Wang Meng was chatting with the driver.The reason why he is called the driver is mainly because this person is in the establishment, and it is not convenient to disclose his name, so we just call him 013.When Wang Meng heard this title, he complained in private for a long time, saying that it is wrong for us people's soldiers to blindly follow the trend and imitate Maozi's movies.

"Boss, shall we stay at the enthusiastic fellow's house tonight or go camping?" Wang Meng and the buddy chatted very speculatively. When they saw me coming, they asked questions. I squatted on the edge of the field with them and lit another stick. smoke, took a deep breath, and said: "It depends on whether the villagers are happy or not, and the personality charm of Comrade 013."

The driver grinned, revealing a mouthful of very, very white teeth. His skin was very dark, and the contrast was simply black and white.His age is estimated to be about 23, but he feels much calmer than when I was 24 years old.He said: "This brother, don't make fun of me. There is a house, but I have to wait for another half an hour."

"Why wait another half an hour?" Wang Meng asked this sentence for me. Comrade 013 replied casually: "The folk customs here are like this, and only strangers who have nowhere to live after the Xu period are stayed." "Hou, there is still a curfew custom?" Wang Meng asked in surprise. 013 nodded, leaving the board so short that even the scalp can be seen. "My hometown is here. I joined the army at the age of 16, and I haven't been back for almost nine years. I didn't expect to be able to go back to my hometown this time." His expression was filled with joy.

"Then we are staying at your place tonight?" Wang Meng asked. "That's not true. The Wanzi where my home is located is a bit far from here. This area is connected by several large forest farms covering thousands of hectares. There are only a few small villages scattered with forest farms in the middle, and the distance between each other is very small. It's far away, and the nearest village to us is Shoulin Village, the largest forest farm here."

One thousand hectares, this area is indeed a bit exaggerated, no wonder it has been able to deceive people for so many years, it seems that there are also geographical advantages.

It was night, and we successfully moved into the biggest and best house in the village.However, because this house has been in this humid environment for many years, the foundation is covered with dark green moss.The village chief's family of five is very enthusiastic. According to the village chief, everyone in this small village has the surname "咩".Or Chu Xianmin's surname?

The folk customs here are simple and honest, and the dinner is very popular.Relying on mountains and eating mountains, the forest farm here is composed of five or six large and small hills. There are so many mountain treasures that I, Wang Meng, feel ashamed of those who used to order rare dishes when they went to restaurants. Freshly picked mountain mushrooms, bracken, Fungus and Chinese toon are placed in the two-story downstairs kitchen of the village chief. We were kindly invited to visit their kitchen. The big ham was hung upside down from the rafters, and sausages, cured chicken, cured fish, and bacon Occupying half of the space above the head, several large strings of peppers hang neatly on the kitchen wall, like red paper couplets. There are a lot of fresh vegetables, and the kitchen utensils are quite complete.Moreover, the kitchen is an old-fashioned wood-burning stove. A large chimney that has been blackened by years of oil smoke protrudes from the middle of the stove to the roof. The moment you enter, everyone feels that they have returned to the kitchen of their childhood grandma’s house, warm and self-sufficient .

After visiting the kitchen, we were taken to the guest room. There was a seven-year-old granddaughter in the village chief's house, with two soaring shofar braids and a gray smock, with a lovely pink face.The little girl is very interested in us uncles from outside, and this interest is reflected in—"Mengmeng Shushu, why does your face look like it's made of wood?" Are they all made of wood?" "...No." "But, but your three uncles are all made of wood." "--" Wang Meng couldn't help but burst into tears.

Looking around here, the furniture in the room is few but very practical. The terrazzo floor, the imitation porcelain plastered walls, and the same iron bar anti-theft bars are displayed outside the window, giving people the illusion of being in a prison.

Walking to the window, it was late at night, and there was a round moon hanging in the left corner of the sky. Under the hazy moonlight, the trees in the forest seemed to be able to transform into anything.The faint howling of beasts came from the depths of the jungle, and it seemed that everything was implying something.

Someone in the outer room was calling everyone to eat, I looked away from the window, and was about to turn around and leave.Suddenly a white dress floated out of the window, I thought it was my eyesight, but there was a little girl in this room who was leaning on my leg and looking out of the window with me with her head tilted. "Xiao Xiexie, a beautiful big sister flew over just now." She looked up at me, staring at her big watery eyes, not afraid at all.

As for me, I just felt cold sweat all over my body, and strange things happened in the deep mountains and dense forests.It seems that we have another legend to listen to. She picked up the little girl from the ground, she was very happy, and she whispered to my ear and said: "Xiao Xiexie, let me tell you, the cuteness is not as good as you~ Xiao Xiexie is Such a good man, he will still hug Xixi."

I don't know whether to laugh or cry, this little girl is really a ghost, I guess I'm used to seeing strange things in this mountain.It was only later that I remembered that the ancient ancestors were warriors who dared to fight against the heavens and the earth. Their descendants will all have this kind of fearless blood, and they can also be calm and courageous in the face of unpredictable nature.

Walk out of the guest room, walk through the cobblestone path in the large yard, and arrive at the large flower hall for dining.Wang Meng was ordered by the village chief's wife to wash the rice, and walked towards the well with a big pot of rice trembling in his hand. 013 and the village chief's son were chatting in the local dialect, while the village chief was smoking a homemade Han Yan, sitting on a bench next to the gate, looked at ease.

When I was in Hangzhou, the hometown I knew was the Shenzhai compound, with strict family rules and strict hierarchy.And this place I have never been to seems to have the ability to let everyone live in harmony, and everyone can live happily and freely.Looking at myself again, why have I been so busy for so many years?

Thinking that this place may be caught in a storm in the near future, my heart began to feel heavy.Because a black-and-white photo of everyone seemed to appear immediately in front of my eyes, as if no matter what I chose, I would end up in despair.

However, because there are still people waiting for me, so even if I am desperate, I must continue to go on unswervingly...

The author has something to say: Has race really never been a problem? . . . .

Brother and Fatty will have a few more chapters to come out, alas, the more impatient I am, the more arrogant they will be ==

☆、Midnight Tea Talk

midnight tea talk

About half an hour later, our dinner was finally on the table.It was already a quarter past ten at this time. According to the work and rest habits of the peasants, except for the village chief who had guests and did not turn off the lights, the other families in the small village had already rested.

There is no wind tonight, but the moon is always covered by wispy clouds, making it impossible to see the whole picture.However, the village chief's family seemed to be used to it, and everyone was busy serving the dishes in an orderly manner and greeted the three of us.

The irritability in my heart was suppressed, and my complexion was not very good, which made Wang Meng run to the mirror in the guest room to look at it several times, and finally couldn't hold it anymore, ran to me, and asked obediently: "Boss , Is there something blocking your line of sight? Your appearance of slaughtering people is really scary..." After speaking, the guy quickly picked the one farthest from me to sit on, and then It's all ready, and dinner is ready, so I didn't find an opportunity to raise the salary deduction in front of him.

The little girl named Xixi moved her short legs, and climbed up to the seat next to me with difficulty, her buttocks were sticking out high, and half of her legs were still hanging beside the chair, unable to get up or down.I couldn't stand it anymore, so I helped her adjust her posture casually, so the little girl began to look at me with her big watery eyes without blinking, and then she smiled foolishly.

Wang Meng stretched his neck to look at us, and after roughly understanding something, he actually gave me a thumbs up. Coupled with that wretched and distorted smiling face, I felt that I really wanted to severely deduct this guy's salary or something.As for 013, he seems to be able to hide his presence very easily. If he doesn't want others to notice him, he probably doesn't even need a disguise.I secretly analyzed how many of those people who came here this time would be stronger than him.The manpower left for me is really not enough, especially to open a completely new bucket, 013 counts as one, according to him, two of the people who will arrive tomorrow morning are also mine.

Going out tonight to find out what's going on is more or less reckless, but time is running out, and the little brother and the others will lose one point of survival hope for every second they stay.It has been six days since I came back from the small hospital at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. On the third day after I came back, I met a little brother who pretended to be a courier. People can only live for seven days at most without eating and drinking water.Even if the little brother can achieve a longer survival time through a large amount of blood loss, what about the fat man?The worst thing now is that I don't even know what their situation is, knowing that they are where I am standing now