Late at night, the moon bends like a boat. The autumn wind blows the surface of the pool, and the lotus leaves by the pool. On the pebbles by the pool, a fat donkey lazily stood on all fours, looking leisurely. On the belly of the donkey, there is a small head with a wooden branch in a bun, with red lips and white teeth, wearing a small Taoist robe but there is no taste of Taoist fairy wind, on the contrary, it is as cute as a little Lori who came out of the comics. Lying by the lake and looking at the endless night sky, Xiao Daogu seemed to suddenly remember something, and said, "Do you think I should go to him?"

The old donkey, who had eaten fat and big ears in just a few weeks, shook his head smugly, and the donkey's nose sneered.

Xiao Daogu said sadly: "Old Mo, you don't let me go, what if he is in danger?"

The donkey named Lao Mo actually got his head up and licked Xiao Daogu's soft cheeks, which made Xiao Nizi giggle. When the old donkey fell back again, she stretched out her tender little hand, her thumb touched and jumped up and down between the remaining four knuckles, and finally sighed leisurely, patted her slender little chest and said, "It's okay, it's okay, it's a blessing and a curse." The frighteningly tall little girl in Maoshan pouted, as if she was not too satisfied with this result, and was about to pinch her fingers again, but saw the plain woman sitting down gently on the quaint bench beside her.

"It's cold, and the frost is heavy on the ground. She smiled and looked at the old donkey and the child at her feet, "The old man has three meals a day, and he has a lot of fire in his body, Xiaoman, you can't learn from him." Then, the woman of the Cai family, who resolutely moved into the courtyard not long ago despite the dissuasion of her family, also looked up at the crescent moon and smiled silently.

Xiaodao Aunt Zhang Xiaoman jumped up from the cobblestone ground, sat down beside her quite curiously, shook her calves and asked, "Sister Taoyao, do you know where he went and what he did?"

The great bodhisattva of the Cai family smiled and gently pinched the little guy's cheek: "Adults, children don't care." Men's affairs, women's minds!"

Zhang Xiaoman pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "It's not fair!"

Cai Taoyao smiled and rubbed the little guy's head and said softly: "It is said that the family cultivates this life, and the Buddhist family cultivates the next life, how many lifetimes have you cultivated with me, and you can only meet him in this life?"

Zhang Xiaoman grimaced and said: "Everyone in the mountain view has cultivated the way of the world, but Zhang Wuji asked me to cultivate into the way of the world, anyway, I don't understand, I know that when I grow up, he will be my way!"

Cai Taoyao doted on the child who was frighteningly tall in that Taoist temple and hugged him, and whispered: "Yes, yes, a hundred years of cultivation can be crossed in the same boat, and a thousand years of cultivation can sleep together." ”

Xiao Daogu broke free, looked up vigilantly at this beautiful sister who was regarded as her biggest competitor, and finally said softly like a deflated ball: "Now, I can't compete with you." ”

The woman who was regarded as unattainable by everyone in the capital smiled lightly, and nodded lightly on the forehead of the little girl: "The person is a big ghost!"

Zhang Xiaoman stuck out his tongue and snorted childishly: "If you can't fight now, it doesn't mean that you can't fight in the future, people's ...... People have to grow up!"

Cai Taoyao smiled and stretched out her hands, rubbed Xiao Nizi's cheeks and said, "When our little man grows up, he must be a national beauty, a heavenly fragrance, a sinking fish and a wild goose! That guy, I really don't know how many lifetimes of merit I have cultivated." ”

The flawless little Dao Gu on her white cheeks raised her head and asked, "Really?"

"It's a fake. ”

"But you and Sister Ruan are both beautiful. ”

"In another ten years, I'll be old with the crazy girl. ”

Xiao Daogu suddenly felt a little sad: "In this case, he is also old......"

Birth, old age, sickness and death, human nature, Li Ruofei understood this truth when he was sixteen years old, although he understood this truth, it does not mean that when he is chased and cut down, he should not give up the strength to eat milk to run for his life. Today is the death day of my mother, six years ago today, my mother, who was seriously ill, died alone at home, and was not found until a week later. Li Ruofei feels that there is actually no fairness in this world, why didn't other people's fathers die in traffic accidents when they were young, why other people's mothers don't need to go to the hospital regularly for dialysis, and why did that bastard want him to go to prison to scapego. The three-finger-wide machete behind him flew up and down, being chased down several alleys, seven or eight brothers fell in a pool of blood one after another, and there was only one brother named "Crow" left by Li Ruofei's side.

The crow said, you run the plane first, and I will block it. The crow's face was bloodied, and he didn't know if it was his own or the knifemen at the entrance of the alley.

Li Ruofei looked at him, as if he had returned to the day when Ouyang Qiuyun jumped off the building, the only one in the university who would tell him not to be afraid of his sister said, you run the plane first, and I will block it. He ran downstairs, stood downstairs and looked up at the roof, just in time to see Qiu Yun jumping down from the top of the building like a bird.

The crow said, "Why are you still stunned?" Run!

Li Ruofei laughed miserably, the last time he ran away, he was in prison for three years for others, but this time, he didn't run.

The crow said, "I'll put your lungs on top, and your brain will burn out, right?"

Li Ruofei said with a smile, how many three years can there be in life? Live a lifetime, how many brothers can you make to a crow?

The crow is so angry that he will die together!

Li Ruofei said, then let's die together.

The crow threw the machete he had just snatched from the other party's hand to Li Ruofei, and he picked up a thick wooden stick from the garbage heap on the side of the alley.

Li Ruofei took the wooden stick, returned the machete to the crow, and said, anyway, if you die, Lao Tzu will see if the wooden stick can stab people to death, who said that you can't stab people without a gun?

The crow laughed miserably, it was an old movie that both of them loved to watch and watched countless times.

The two of them took a deep breath in unison, is there anything more terrible in this world than death?

Suddenly, the knife hands of more than ten people on the opposite side suddenly stopped at the same time, but their eyes fell behind the two of them.

Li Ruofei turned around and saw a strange young man leaning against the wall and holding a cigarette, after exhaling the smoke, the man's eyes were confused, and he asked, brother, is there a shortage of manpower?

Li Ruofei frowned, but the crow roared, help us run out, and give you two million back.

The young man said with some embarrassment, two million, it seems too much, right? Why don't you get a bowl of fish ball noodles at a fixed price?

Li Ruofei smiled, glanced at the "Wu Dalang" behind the young man who was not tall but fat and strong, and said, I have covered all the fish ball noodles in your life.

The young man stepped on the cigarette butt and turned around and asked, Brother Lang, how many can you do?

"Wu Dalang" said with a wry smile, counting, there are seventeen in total, two of you each, and the rest will be handed over to me.

The young man smiled and nodded, trembling his forearms slightly, and the strange three-edged knife quietly slipped into his palm.