"Things in the world are really strange, although Niu Tian is so psychic and knows the heavens and the earth, but why can't he grasp and predict his life destiny and career trajectory?"

"Since I was a child, I have always stumbled and suffered. ”

On the riverside path, director Duan Kai held the script in his hand and had a lot of imagination. A few broken clouds drifted gently in the sky, and a few little white sheep were lazily lying in the grass, and the air was filled with the fragrance of grass and earth.

Mu Xuan'er, who was tall on the side, blinked a pair of watery eyes and was looking forward to it. The hair also went straight down, and the shoulders were exposed, and the devil's figure was mysterious and luxurious in the hazy skirt.

"Well, yes, it's true that there are things in the world, and in the dark, you can't believe it, and you can't believe it all. True and false, false and true, there are too many supernatural events, there are really few people, and they can say it clearly?"

Seeing that Mu Xuan'er, who had a handsome face and an elegant temperament, said this, Director Duan Kai only nodded and smiled admiringly. Especially when I saw her Mercer Lace bra and the peaks that were difficult to wrap, full, steep, mysterious, looming, ready to come out, blowing and bursting.

All of a sudden, Director Duan Kai didn't know what to do, he was a little intoxicated, and thought, "Oh, oh my god, this woman is so beautiful! ”

For this, there was even a nosebleed.

"No, no, I'm a little dizzy!" Director Duan Kai pretended to fall into the grass, causing others to laugh.

"Giggles!" Mu Xuan'er also covered her cherry mouth and secretly proud.

Seeing her smile so happily, it was obvious that some of the wishes in her heart were being initially achieved.

At this time, Niu Tian by the fairy river recalled so many past and unhappiness, and when he looked at his father's dirt bag in the mountainside from afar, he still shed a few tears of remembrance. Seriously, in his life, he didn't want to touch this sad memory again.

"Especially when my mother gave birth to herself, she died in childbirth. ”

“？”

"Hiss. ”

"Hiss. ”

At this time, a yellow 'flower' snake flashed in the reeds, fleeting, and inadvertently, in the lens of Niu Tian, it also grabbed and left a moment of astonishment.

"Oops, I'll go!"

Niu Tian exclaimed. At the same time, it also affected the nerves of Ushida's whole body in an instant, interrupting all his thoughts and making him feel extremely frightened. Then he couldn't help blurting out, "Oh my God, my mother, what kind of thing is this? It can kill people!"

Just because he was so afraid, the main Ushida was not a biological explorer, and he was usually very timid. In real life, he is most afraid of snakes, no matter how big or small, whether they are green or 'flower', he is terribly afraid! If anyone catches a snake and 'gets' it to scare him, he will give it to others for nothing if he has any money in his pocket, and besides, he will call him whatever you ask him to shout? Even if he is asked to call him father, he will probably be willing. In this regard, he is not as good as his nine-year-old daughter Moxi, who played around with snakes in his hands when he was seven years younger. Of course, almost all of them are those with round heads, which are non-toxic. The child is so bold, it is all because her brothers, who are a few years older than her, often catch snakes and deliberately scare her to play, and practice.

But who knows that people are born without fear of snakes.

After a moment of panic, Niu Tian and Duan Kai suddenly had another old man in their shots. So they were very curious and said to themselves in unison, "This old man is still crazy, and what is he messing with?"

Looking at the camera, it turned out that there was a scene in the thin beach not far in front of the ancient house on the bank, and at this moment, there was an old man with a very strange appearance. His old man was pounding hard into the sand and staking many wooden stakes. Moreover, the top of each stake seems to be wrapped with rags and ropes, and the tops of the rags and ropes seem to be smeared with thick 'flower' raw oil. On the side, there was also an old yellow dog, which was always with the old man, and occasionally he would 'messily' bite and pull the rags and ropes and run around on the ground.

Look, it's naughty, it's very flattering.

Whenever a tourist comes here, they will call it Ah Huang, Lao Huang or something! You see its naughtiness now, and the old people are also stunned to scold it.

"Honestly, Ah Huang. If you are not honest, I will kill you!" the old man kept waving the wooden stick in his hand.

"Woohoo, oh oh!"

Ah Huang still howled playfully and tore at the rags. However, occasionally Ah Huang would listen to the old man's words, and would take all the rags and ropes to the old man's side with his own mouth. But before the old man could wrap up a stake, it hurriedly pulled the broken things to the other side.

So he 'gets' the old man and continues to scold it.

However, this old yellow dog, however, will also rub the old man's big 'legs' and wooden stakes with his yellow and black backbone, intending to be coquettish and cute to the old man. At this time, people can't help but feel that it is like a cute child.

The old man's wooden stick never hit it, but only poked it deep into the sand.

It seems that this old man really loves it very much, and there is no good way to take it. It seems that it no longer has to control its willfulness or punish it, and let it pull those rags and lick those 'flowers' and eat those 'flowers' and fat.

At this time, the old man had no choice but to bury his head in himself, and then continue to arrange and beat the wooden stakes of different heights under the ground, and continue to wrap the rags and straw ropes and apply 'flower' raw oil.

This old man has a childish face, and his voice and appearance look like an old naughty boy, but the altitude is a little shorter, and there is a lot less 'hair' on his head. If anyone wants to meet his old man on weekdays, it must be suspected that Han Zhongli, one of the Eight Immortals, is just that his 'legs' and feet are not broken, and the aisle is steel. But he is different from the immortals, he is an old man, in fact, he is an out-and-out old peasant, an old stubborn and old naughty boy who does not discount at all.

No, even though it is close to the leisure season of agriculture, the old man is 'messing' these broken things with great fanfare on the banks of the Dragon 'Girl' River, as if there is really some strange meaning and gadget hidden in it. However, in front of the people of the village at present, no one would pay attention to his frivolous behavior and some nonsense activities.

Just because, in this Zhuangzi, all the adults and children know that the guy has gone completely crazy a few years ago. As for what he wants to express by the things he is tinkering with right now, maybe the answer is currently only understood by himself?

In fact, to be honest, in this vast world of material life, where there are many gold coins, if anyone can have a moment of leisure and leisure, he can calmly let go of some burdens and some burdens on his shoulders or in his heart, and create a pure land of soul green 'color' for himself or others. Let everyone in the world have an elegant 'temperament' to be able to dance happily on this land, you can hear a pair of birds in the weeds and vines, and you can see a few insects 'groaning' each other between the buds and the new green, at that time, not only can you see the 'spring', 'flowers' and autumn moon have fallen a few branches, but also can experience the true feelings and loyalty of the male and 'female' emotions in the smoke and rain, and you can also see the swallows under the eaves after their hard work. Sleeping with their necks, you can still hear the sound of the domestic pigeon flying overhead. So our long blooming affairs, even if there are too many sad partings in the emotion, but when you cross the mountains, step on the beach, face the sea to watch the seabirds in the sea 'tide' fluttering, listen to the sound of the sea and seabirds, and then let us all return to our own identity and remove the shackles of those disguises, then how can it be a kind of relief and freedom in life?

After some reverie, Duan Kai cried again, "Alas, what kind of life is called life?"

(To be continued!)