Faraway Wanderers

Chapter 53: New Year

When Wen Kexing said that he could do it, he put that big stone, and his name was to slowly write the epitaph to Father Long. It was really "slow", just like embroidery, so many words were engraved in a day. You have to look up and look left and right. You have to rhyme and style well. You have to take a few steps back after you finish writing, enjoy it yourself, carry your hands on your back, shake your head, and treat yourself as if Li Du is alive.

Looking at the content again, it is literally a thousand words away, three papers can't see a donkey hair, and it is free to play at will. Even Zhang Chengling looked at it and felt that senior Wen was too focused when he wrote this epitaph. Long seniors have forgotten.

Zhou Zishu was drifting in the rivers and lakes when he was young. He always had rough skin and thick meat to fight stubbornness. After two days of sickness and crookedness, he jumped up alive and tossed Zhang Chengling in the small courtyard of this villa and walked through the wall, suffering. It was unspeakable, but the young man dared not have half a complaint, lest his master say that he was hurt and wanted to leave.

But probably this winter was too cold, even Shuzhong was frozen, people and animals were a little lazy, and Zhou Zishu really forgot to leave this thing.

After Laba, after a small year, although this big Zhuangzi has only three people, it is still lively and lively.

On that day, Zhou Zishu shrank for a long time in the arms of Wen Kexing, so that the second day of Wen Kexing was a little sincere and horrified-he knew that if he was hurt, he would definitely suffer, but he did n’t know that he would suffer such a great crime. When he got up, he regarded Zhou Zishu as a porcelain man, and he didn't dare to mess with him manually.

But who knows, he watched with sincerity for two days, and found that this week the porcelain was almost heartless and heartless. He was a man who did n’t remember to eat or beat. Every day dawned, and the pain passed, and he seemed to forget his claws. Generally, you should be joking and joking. You should scold your mother and scold your mother. You can wash your face and wash your face. At breakfast, you can continue to play like a flying god.

I knew in my heart that some people aren't born with a delicate life. It is better to be sorry for a pig than to be sorry for him.

When Long Xiao was there, villagers from the mountain came up with supplies every month. He was very cautious, he only controlled Qiang to give things and did not see anyone.

It's almost New Year's Day. Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing studied it for most of the day. During the two rounds, the two of them had four or five different nicknames with the theme of "waste" and different appearances. I was not listening to everyone's words either, so Lord Wen Gu had to condescend to hold the map and fumble to pick up the New Year's goods.

A group of honest villagers always saw only dummies. This time suddenly they saw a flesh and blood, and the sky descended to the sight of them. They thought that the **** had finally descended, and they worshiped at the back of his meritorious deeds. Worship again.

The three of them happily packed and waited for the New Year.

What is Chinese New Year? The people worked hard for a whole year, they did n’t want to eat, they did n’t want to wear it, I hoped that God would leave a meal, I hope that the world will be peaceful and safe, I hope that the family will come back and reunite in the end-it is not easy to live, I hope However, my heart is not injustice, but it has been so for thousands of years, and this grievance has settled into the bones, no longer showing the mountains and the water.

Only on the day of the New Year, suddenly let go, put a few firecrackers crackling, make a big move, and take out the things you don't want to eat.