"What hurts big teeth and small teeth?"

"Do you have bad teeth?"

The old man is not deaf, but he can pull, "puff puff" sucking the smoking pot, looking at his glasses and asking rhetorically.

"This old man, do you really have a set? But he said, "My teeth are fine, okay, you always put your heart in your stomach, in addition, as long as you always take care of other people's big sheep and little sheep, everything else is fine, nothing else." ”

"Hehehe, that's that, what can I do with the things that the village chief of your glasses explained?" Crazy Ermao was a little slippery, but it sounded like a hypocritical politeness.

For this reason, the village chief of the glasses heard it, which meant that the old man secretly laughed at him for having no real power, and there were so many villains who hindered him from joining the party, lest he himself be better than others. Besides, the acting village chief has the final say on major affairs in the village, and he is just a little affectionate family, shouting on the loudspeaker to run errands or something.

But he can endure it, and he always hides it deeply, he believes that as long as he works hard, he will counterattack sooner or later. But he still felt aggrieved in his heart, so he complained for a while, "This old man stabs people and speaks, always a little weird?" But he didn't know that the crazy Ermao hit the top of the stone house and came down.

"Is it really that he looks down on people and is too lazy to take care of him?" so he touched his glasses in front of the stone pan, put them on, turned around and left with a smile.

"Glasses!"

But who knows, Crazy Ermao shouted loudly again, and then picked up the basin that the village chief had washed and wanted to pour it out, but before the old man could pour out the water, the village chief of the glasses completely changed, and he was no longer as polite as before. Immediately, I saw him hurriedly run to the crazy Ermao old man's side, glared at him, and yelled: "Hey!" immediately scared the basin held by the old man to the ground, and splashed the water of the two of them, all of them were jumping and fluttering.

At that time, Ermao's face was also very unhappy. Because he knows that glasses are scolding people, and looking at people is low, which is not a good word.

So he was a little angry, so he yelled at his glasses, and then, as if he hadn't even had time to clean up the basin that had fallen to the ground, he hurriedly asked, "What's the matter, the glasses, the eyes are so scary?"

"Huh?" the glasses startled.

"Ahh

"Hehehe, what's the matter, today, I want to tell you solemnly, don't care if you look at people high or low? Please call me Yan Jingzhi, the color of the 'Yan', the quiet of the 'Jing', one of the 'Zhi', the Yan Jingzhi-"

The village chief of the glasses stretched his neck and waved his finger and repeated it several times, loudly and angrily.

The reason for this.

Because, he doesn't like people to call him "glasses".

But who knows, as soon as the village chief of Glasses finished explaining, Crazy Ermao laughed "hahaha", and hunched his back with a smile, and said very excitedly: "Yan Jingzhi...... Glasses sub-...... Isn't that just 'glasses'?" As he spoke, the old man laughed even harder, and seemed to have spasms in his muscles.

It's like having rickets, and it looks even weirder.

"Is it so funny?" The village chief of the glasses village thought that this old man was sick, and it was estimated that the illness was not light. If there is nothing to do, you will know that you will bury people.

"Hehehe, hahaha, this name, it's funny, weird?" Crazy Ermao laughed and quickly got up and sat on the grinding plate. Save yourself from laughing and falling or something.

But then, he seemed to want to say something more in his heart, but for a long time, he didn't say anything, so he had to raise his finger and point to the glasses on Yan Jingzhi's face, "Ahahaha, this is not glasses, is it still 'four eyes'?"

"Ahh

After getting this one, Ermao was so happy that he bent over with laughter and burst into tears. The cigarette pouch pot was also hung around the neck.

"You, you, don't have any more foreign appearances, what kind of pen name does Xiao Nan get from the scholar - Yan Jingzhi? Xiao Nan can write books, so he has a pen name - humble scholar. You don't know how to write books, you just want to be the village chief, I see that you are still surnamed Zhang, right?!"

"Save yourself from being laughed at?"

"Zhang Aran, how nice it sounds!"

"Yan Jingzhi - glasses?"

"How ugly is that?"

"Ahahahaha-" Crazy Ermao thought about it, and laughed again, so he hurriedly took a cigarette pot and put a bag of cigarettes to suppress the shock.

Immediately, the village chief of the glasses also understood everything, he was very moved in his heart, and he was ashamed of himself, "Yes, compared to Xiao Nan's highly civilized thoughts, he is indeed far behind?

For this reason, he bowed deeply to the crazy Ermao and turned around and ran away.

"Oh mom, this is a shame?!"

"Vulgar, really vulgar! The blind pursuit of power is not a pursuit, but greed?"

On the way, the village chief of the glasses kept thinking shyly: Yes, what is "Yan Jingzhi", what is "glasses", isn't that still "glasses"? Really, when did he come to give himself such a strange name? Everyone calls him that, so it is no wonder that others! He always makes himself lose face, really. From this point of view, Chinese characters really can't be more logical? I'm afraid that there are so many homophonies, and they are broad and profound.

"But if you want to write a book, you have to have a pen name?"

"What should I call it?"

"Heartbreaker, heartless thing? No, no, no, no?"

"Big radish, big king? No, no, no, it's more troublesome?"

"Do you have to think about it this time?"

"Can't there be any more homonyms?"

Thinking about it, the village chief of the glasses "hey, hey, hehehe" left a smirk all the way.

“......”

Looking at the back of the village chief who had left with his eyes, Crazy Ermao was very happy, and he was like a child, so he bent down and picked up the basin on the ground and went to the river to wash slowly. Although Ah Huang followed, Ah Huang was not in spirit.

Therefore, the crazy Ermao muttered, "What's wrong with this thing today, no one knows how to bite it?"

After that, after shabu shabu and looking at the sheep pen, he stepped on the ladder and climbed to the top of the stone house. Judging by his intentions, it seemed that he didn't want to come down again all night, because he not only hugged a coat, but also took a quilt. Obviously, although that land is a cemetery, it also has too deep a relationship with him, after all, they have been with each other for more than a day or two, day and night......

And Xiao Nan was also thinking nonsense on the road: there are thousand-year-old trees in the mountains, and there are unjust ghosts in the cemetery. These six sons, Trumpet, and Lin Siyu, is this life over?

"Ahh

"What is this man's life?"

"So briefly?"

With a long sigh, he sped away.

By the way, I also clicked on the text message.