"The wind in the countryside, the rain in the city", I don't know who said this sentence, it's really precise. As soon as you hear it, you know that it was said by someone who has seen the world, otherwise you can't say it. Duanfang has lived in Zhongbao Town and has a real understanding of the "rain in the city". The houses in the city are dense, the alleys are long, and they are not afraid of the wind. But when it rains, it's troublesome. The rain had passed, the sky cleared, but the narrow alleys, which had never been exposed to the sun, became filthy, muddy and filthy. Especially those broken brick pavement, every brick may be **, a foot down, "whew" the ground, the mud will spray out of the brick cracks, making you full of crotch. Sometimes you can bring with you a rotten vegetable leaf or two, a fishy fish intestine, or a deformed chicken feather. In comparison, there is no such problem in the countryside. The countryside is open and empty, which is the hometown of the wind and the stage of the wind. The wind in the countryside is unobstructed, unrestrained, boundless, without beginning and end. It is omnipresent, especially wanton and wild. Another characteristic of the wind in the countryside is that it swirls. At the beginning of spring, it is southeast-oriented, warm and humid, and retains traces of the waves. In the summer, it changed direction and became a south wind. Later, it changed again, and it came from the southwest. The southwest wind is wind and fire. It is an invisible prairie fire. After autumn, it is the turn of the northwest wind to take the stage, the northwest wind is particularly hard, evil, born with a troublesome temperament, like a ghost shaving his head, as long as one night's work, all the leaves are shaved by it, not a single left. And once the northeast wind comes, it must be deep winter, and it can only be greeted by bare branches, so it is accompanied by whistles, and it is accompanied by huge snowflakes, therefore, it is both desolate and warm, it all depends on whether your bedding is warm or not. - The wind just turns, and it takes exactly a year to turn around. There seems to be a pattern, but no one knows where it comes from or what it is going to do. You can't see it, it just won't let you go, otherwise how would people call it "wind". Wind, how to say it, it can only be "wind".

The northwest wind has been blowing in Wangjiazhuang for several days. The trees of Wangjiazhuang are no longer what they were before, they are dense and vigorous, they are craggy, so thin that only bones remain, showing their original shape. They hung in the air like beggars stripped naked. The earth was full of the leaves of the trees, dry, withered, yellow, and swirling on the ground, rustling. It was in this wind that the commune's film projection team came to Wangjiazhuang and brought Bayi Film Studio's "Rolling Wheels". Considering that this is a new film, there are more audiences in the four towns and neighbors, and the film projection team set up a screen in the rice field. The rice has been cut, but the rice stalks everywhere are still there, some are muddy, some are poked, and it is not good to play a movie. However, compared to mud and poking feet, the biggest trouble is still the wind. The wind is too strong, and the screen is less like a screen, more like a sail, and all the audience is like sitting on a sailboat. They are still, but they have already chopped the waves.

For most people, a movie is a movie, watch it, then disperse, that's all. However, for young people, a movie is just a prelude, and when the movie is over, their entertainment can be regarded as the real beginning. What they value more is a group fight after a movie, that is, a group fight. Movies are secondary, becoming an excuse. This time it was the people from Wangjiazhuang and Zhangjiazhuang who fought, the next time it was the people from Gaojiazhuang and Lijiazhuang, and the next time it was the people from Lijiazhuang and Zhangjiazhuang. Cycles, turns. Fighting this thing has a peculiarity that it is particularly addictive. Especially in group fights, as long as you experience it once, you will never forget it, and you will always remember it in your heart. Whether you hit someone or get beaten, win or lose, you want to do it again. Why is it so appealing to fights? It scares you a lot to say it, it hurts. People who don't fight will never understand this. It's a pleasure to hurt, when you're hit, when your pain comes up, you'll find that you're fearless, your bravery is amazing, your explosiveness is amazing, the thrill of anger is incomparable, and you're crazy all of a sudden, and you're a drunk, powerful person. Pain can make the timid bold, the bold brave, and the valiant strong. You'll be shocked at yourself. Your potential is huge, and you do what you don't dare to do, you can't do, you do it all at once, and you don't have time to blink your eyes. Therefore, young people in the countryside like movies, movies are only one aspect, and the other aspect is fighting, which is pain. After the fight, the pain is over, and the person is comfortable all of a sudden, and he is addicted to it, and he can be comfortable for ten days. The more I think about it, the more I am afraid, and the more I think about it, the more satisfied I become.

In a sense, this night's movie is for Duan Fang alone. The image of Duan Fang who is good at fighting, especially the image of both wisdom and bravery, was completely established after the movie ended. After all, this piece of the world in Duanfang was not created by him himself, and in the final analysis, Pei Quan was not convinced. Duan Fang didn't use a knife, didn't use a stick, didn't use a fist, and completely relied on the "coup" to replace Peiquan, which was not so above board and was not tested in actual combat. Pei Quan must carefully and comprehensively inspect Duan Fang on this night. It's a mule or a horse, and you have to pull it out and walk around. Of course, it takes strength to fight, but strength alone can't do it. After watching the movie, Duanfang, whether you are real or fake, it will all come out at once. If you can't, Duanfang, we still have a long life.

The movie is good. It's a film about liberation, in other words, it can only be a movie about war. It's also a film about people, about the enemy, about guns, about explosions, history, sacrifice, annihilation, glory, blood, ideals, hatred, corpses, victories, thousands of troops, and overwhelming people. To sum up, through the smoke of gunpowder, the people are getting better little by little, while the enemy is rotting little by little. The movie is good. The good thing is that the scene is huge, and the casualties are also huge. This one is just beautiful, the explosions and the deaths are incomparably magnificent, one big and one in another. The world is full of living people, and the whole world is full of dead people.

The second time he changed the film, the red flag squeezed out of the crack in the person, and he was going to pee. Peiquan went with him. People who don't have a lot of and urine are like that. As soon as he is excited or afraid, his excretory system is particularly crazy. Red flags are just that. Hongqi came to the periphery, pulled out his things, and peed happily. There was a person beside him, a stranger, I don't know if it was from Lijiazhuang or Gaojiazhuang, and he was also urinating. Pei Quan walked up to him, stared at the stranger's face, and spat as soon as he got closer. When you're done throwing up, leave. When he came back, Hongqi's face was particularly bad, as if he had been beaten. One of his slaps covered his cheeks, and his mouth kept nagging, shit, fuck. Duan Fang glanced at Pei Quan, glanced at the red flag, and asked, "Did you do it?"

Hongqi said, "It's moving." ”

Duan Fang said, "With whom?"

Hongqi said, "I don't know. ”

Duan Fang said, "Do you see that person's face?"

Hongqi said, "I see." ”

Duan Fang said, "Which village?"

Hongqi said: "It seems to be from Gaojiazhuang." ”

Duan Fang said, "Who made the first move?"

Hongqi said, "Me." ”

Duan Fang said, "Why do you do it?"

Hongqi said: "He looks like the Kuomintang company commander in the movie." I can't get used to it. ”

Duan Fang said, "Did he do it?"

Hongqi said, "Return it." ”

Duan Fang said, "Did you put him down?"

Hongqi said, "No." ”

Duan Fang said, "Why?"

Hongqi said: "This kid has a hard fist. ”

Obviously, Hongqi suffered. The end side no longer opens. Pei Quan interjected at this time, and asked Duan Fang in a low voice: "Do you want to do it?"

Duan Fang said: "How can my brother be bullied. Of course it does. ”

Pei Quan immediately stood up. As the second leader of a team, he is responsible.

Duan Fang grabbed it and said, "What are you doing?"

Pei Quan slashed in the air with his slap, a categorical stance, and said, "Block their retreat first." ”

Duanfang did not accept his battle plan, saying, "Watch the movie." ”

Pei was in a hurry and said, "What should they do if they break through after watching the movie?"

Duan Fang didn't answer, but patted the shoulders of the two little brothers in the front row and whispered something to them. The two little brothers got the order and bowed away. Peiquan said: "This is not guerrilla warfare, it is positional warfare. They can't. They can't be stopped. Duan Fang smiled and said, "Watch a movie." ”

Peiquan's movie was offended. The battle is coming, where can he still sit still. Pei Quan is no longer watching a movie, it's just a bitter wait. He's waiting for the end of the movie. As soon as the movie ended, his fist became a cannonball of the ** cannon, and it smashed into the enemy's position. Of course, one thing is particularly important, he wants to show Duan Fang how cold his fists are at the most critical moment. Peiquan was distracted, he had already entered the battle in advance, every piece of flesh on his body was ready to move, longing for pain.

The projectionist changed the film again. This is the last time to change the film, and it must be the last. The people of Wangjiazhuang have long seen the experience when they watch the movie, and when victory is coming, it means that the movie is over. The end of the play means victory, and victory also means the end of the play. All movies are like that. After changing the film, Duan Fang held on for another ten minutes, and whispered to Hongqi: "Hongqi, you pull the brothers out, prepare the torches, and stand behind the screen to wait for my order." The red flag responded very solemnly and beckoned to everyone. All the brothers got up, the cat got up, and evacuated the scene together. Pei Quan didn't know what Duan Fang was going to do, and was about to get up, but was dragged by Duan Fang again. Duan Fang said: "Watch a movie." Pei Quan blurted out: "People can't be scattered." It is necessary to concentrate superior forces and break them all!" Duan Fang had already noticed that this person had already regarded himself as a character in the movie, at least the deputy platoon commander of the militia platoon. He likes to say the lines in the movie, every sentence is the truth, but he doesn't make sense. Duan Fang was not in a hurry, pointed to the screen with his chin, and said, "It's time to launch a general attack, let's finish the last point." Pei Quan clenched his fists, and his body was straighter than a bachelor's **, one by one, all of them swayed. finally waited for the end of the movie, and Pei Quan jumped on the stool at once. Duan Fang waved his hand at the other side of the screen. At this time, everyone in the audience heard Pei Quan's loud shout: "Gaojiazhuang's son of bitch raised! Gaojiazhuang's son of dog raised! Don't run a single one! Don't run a single one!" Pei Quan's actions were too powerful and abrupt, no one knew what was going on, and everyone was nailed to the spot and looked back together.

However, it was unusual for people to see torches suddenly lit up all around. The black-pressed crowd was just stunned for a moment, and then exploded with a "boom". Rushing in all directions. Such a retreat was of course disorderly, and Pei Quan was instead blocked in the crowd. Finally pulled out of the crowd, Peiquan waved desperately at the torches. The torches gathered together, and Pei Quan immediately led the torch team to fiercely pursue in the direction of Gaojiazhuang. Torches rushed up and scrambled through the pitch-black fields. In the end, there were torches, Peiquan and they ran faster, and after a while, they caught up with the "son of a bitch" in Gaojiazhuang, and they all heard their footsteps. Gaojiazhuang's "son of a bitch" didn't know what was going on at all, and in a daze, he ran desperately in the field. Pei Quan shouted loudly as he ran: "Hurry, hurry, there is a bridge ahead, don't let them cross the bridge!"

The unexpected scene actually happened on the bridge. It's a wooden bridge, it's been around for years. Like all wooden bridges in the Lixiahe area, this one is fairly simple and narrow, so that it is impossible to cross people face to face. There were only two piles, and planks were laid on them. The "bitches" in Gaojiazhuang were in a hurry, and finally ran to the bridge, where did they dare to stop and rest, just rush forward. But the plank in the middle was removed and empty. This time, the "bitches" in Gaojiazhuang were miserable, rushing up and falling down one by one. I heard a "boom" and a "boom" on the water. The people behind clearly heard the movement on the water surface and knew what was going on, but they couldn't contain it under their feet, and they couldn't help themselves, so they could only jump down. Your ass is sitting on my head, and my feet are on your stomach, messing up and screaming. At this time, Peiquan and the others came, and stood on the bank of the river with torches one by one, looking at the scene in the water in amazement. The young men in Wangjiazhuang cheered and jumped for joy. The scene in front of me can be said to be an unexpected surprise, no one expected such an ending, no one. It's so moving, it's so exciting. Although it is not a harsh winter, the river water in late autumn is cold after all, and it has a biting strength, which can almost be called cold. A group of "bitches" are lively in the river, they keep splashing, which can be described as embarrassing. The red flag shouted, and suddenly spat on the water, spit, scolded, and stomped his feet, and he scolded loudly in a particularly strong and high-spirited rhythm: "Fuck your mother, fuck your grandma, fuck your sister, fuck your sister, fuck your brother and daughter-in-law, fuck your aunt, fuck your aunt, fuck your aunt, fuck your sister-in-law!" In a word, no matter how old or young, as long as it is a woman, everyone who can has been, and no one has been left behind. I was so happy that I just wanted to cramp, my pupils were blazing, and I discharged. Countless torches jumped inside, like haunted. Pei Quan was also shouting, and turned his head to take a look at Duan Fang. Unexpectedly, I found that the end side was not there. Yes, he is not there. Pei Quan suddenly understood, all of this was settled in Duanfang. He mobilized everything, controlled everything, commanded everything. No knife, no stick, no kick, no fist, the "son of a bitch" cleaned themselves up, and they didn't even have room to fight back. It's a miracle. This is a victory of Duanfang's strategic thinking, although he is not by the river, he is already in Peiquan's heart. Pei Quan took it to the end, from the bottom of his heart, from the bones. He raised the torch high above his head and shouted, "Withdraw!"

Pei Quan led all the people back home and went to the pig farm. They were so excited that they reached the top. Today's victory is too complete, too hearty, and too magical, and must be shared with the end side. He created all of this. There was a bitter north wind all the way, but they couldn't take care of it. They were talking about Duanfang, and the excitement quickly turned into reverence. Reverence is wine, intoxicating. Being able to fight under the command of Duan Fang is really the happiness of everyone. When they came to Duanfang's door, the door was open, and they were surprised to find that Duanfang had gone to bed, crooked there, reading the villain's book by the dim lantern. Duan Fang was quiet, as calm as water, and there was no excitement to be seen, as if nothing had happened.

All the people stopped at the door and stopped talking. Duan Fang said, "Come in." Everyone was silent, and they rushed in and stood together in front of the bed. Duan Fang got up, pulled the elastic cloth shoes, and stood on the ground. Duan Fang began to shake hands with Pei Quan, one by one, and shook hands with everyone. The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became solemn, a bit like an interview. It's exactly the same as in the movies. In the movie, the chief has to meet in person after every victory, and this time they are not like they are on a pig farm, but on the movie. It's the feeling of going through the wind and rain and seeing the world, which is great. When it was Hongqi's turn to shake hands, Duan Fang looked at Hongqi's cheeks and asked in a low voice, "It doesn't hurt, right?" Hongqi involuntarily straightened, craned his neck, and said, "Report, it doesn't hurt!" Duan Fang said, "That's good." Duan Fang said, "Sit." ”

There are no stools in the hut, so you can't sit on them. Everyone found some straw and spread it on the ground. This time everyone had to sit on the ground. Only Duanfang stood there alone. Duan Fang didn't ask about the specific brawl scene, there is no need to ask about this, it is obvious, there is no need to ask. Duan Fang suddenly smiled and said, "Let's discuss two movies," Duan Fang raised two fingers and said, "One, "Outwitting Tiger Mountain", and two, "Surprise Attack on the White Tiger Regiment". Tell me, what's so good?" Pei Quan said: "You still say, what do we know." Duan Fang smiled but didn't answer, lit a cigarette, just looked at it, and didn't say anything. Duan Fang himself knows, because of his outstanding achievements, his weight in the minds of everyone is no longer ordinary, and there is every reason to be high. He still wants everyone to talk. Everyone could only tilt their heads and look at Duan Fang. His image has grown taller and taller, and he has the power to lead and guide. The audience was silent. Everyone knew that Duan Fang was going to speak, and the scene was solemn, and it was very grand and confidential. It's a little weird, more like in the movies. They are in war, in caves, in history, in the process of revision, in changing their fate, and have a noble and great mission. There was silence in the hut. There was only a dim lantern. The situation is actually dangerous, surrounded by danger, assassinations, and perhaps kidnappings. However, they are not afraid. In order to match the dangerous situation, their hearts suddenly gave birth to infinite loyalty, as well as the determination to sacrifice. Resemble***. It's a must-have. Their pupils are **, they are sacred, and they have the mind to go to the execution ground, for fear that they will be left behind.

Hongqi was infected, stood up, and said: "These two movies are good because don't be afraid, victory must be ours." ”

Duan Fang didn't look at the red flag, just smoked. Obviously, the red flag was wrong. Because Duan Fang didn't speak, the atmosphere changed a little and went in a worrying direction. All of them no longer dared to speak out. It was the end side that broke the silence. In such a situation, only the end party is qualified and capable to break the silence. Duan Fang said: "Courage is required. To be brave at all times is to be. But the most important thing is not this. Duan Fang looked at everyone and said, "Outwitting Weihu Mountain and attacking the White Tiger Regiment is two words, one is wisdom, and the other is strange." What does that mean? It requires us to learn to use our brains. Bravery, hard fighting, and losing both sides are not the way. We need to use our brains. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and they felt that Duan Fang said it well and was right. It turned out to be quite confused, but after such a little dial from the end, my heart suddenly became clear, and my eyes suddenly lit up. "But," said Duanfang, who turned the rudder at the end of his words, "judging from the situation tonight, some of us are not like that. Duanfang concluded, "It's not good. Duan Fang's tone of voice was very light, but it was precisely because of the lightness that he was extraordinarily loud. Hongqi lowered his head and became nervous. Duan Fang said: "I want to remind a very few people here that if they continue like this, they will suffer if they continue to give orders indiscriminately, give orders indiscriminately, and be blindly excited." Such an atmosphere cannot last. We must unify our minds. The red flag still had its head down, but it was heard, and everyone heard it, and the end side meant something else. When did the red flag "issue random orders and give orders"? It was not his turn. Although Duan Fang did not name him, everyone knew that Duan Fang had an "opinion" on Pei Quan, and he was quite dissatisfied with his performance tonight and was angry. However, the end side is not named. Criticism without naming names is more powerful, and its power is usually one-eighth of ***, and you don't even have a chance to justify and refute it. And without naming you, what are you doing jumping out? This "very few people" had to acquiesce. Pei Quan sat in the middle of the group, depressed, as if an invisible force was holding him down. The mouth of the road is tightly closed, and the mouth of the national music is also tightly closed. All people's mouths are closed. Everyone felt that Pei Quan's position as the second leader in this team was a bit dangerous. Whoever comes in second place is the top priority of a team.

Everyone was waiting for the end to speak, and he must have a lot to say this evening. Unexpectedly, Duan Fang turned around, put up the cover of the horse lantern, and blew it out with a "whew". Duanfang said in the darkness, "Let's stop here today." The people were astonished, how could they have dispersed? They could only get up from the ground, feel the darkness, and walk out. Pei Quan walked at the back, with a heavy heart. Obviously, there is a lot of pressure in my heart.

I looked forward to it early and late, and through my eyes, the news of the conscription finally came. As soon as Duan Fang got the news, he came to the big warehouse and told the good news to the Demon King of the Mixed World as soon as possible. Duan Fang has a reason for doing this, he has thought about it, he hopes to be a soldier with the Demon King of the Mixed World. The demon king of the mixed world is reliant on it, he is a person in the city, he has seen a wide range of the world, and he can be with him, and he can take care of each other. The Demon King of the Mixed World had just eaten dinner, and he was sitting there picking his teeth with straw, his mouth was crooked, and he had a bad look. Because of his good mood, Duan Fang deliberately betrayed a pass when he spoke, saying, "Brother, we're almost at the end of our time!" The Demon King of the Mixed World's jaw and chest moved, as if he was laughing, but not like laughing. Duan Fang couldn't stand it in the end, and he confessed. He slammed his fist on the table and said word by word:

"Conscription, soldiers, it!"

Duan Fang's heart was already sitting in the car, and maybe on the train, facing the boundless distance, facing the wind, galloping. The Demon King of the Mixed World didn't move, just held the straw in his mouth and kept biting it with his teeth. Finally, I spit out the straw in my mouth. The Demon King of the Mixed World said: "The motherland needs to be defended, but it needs to be built even more. This sentence is annoying, a little yin and yang, and it is the consistent style of the demon king of the mixed world. Duan Fang said, "What are you pretending?" The Demon King of the Mixed World smiled, lay down on the bench, put his hand into his clothes, touched his belly, and said, "I'm full today." Duan Fang said, "Can you take your ears out of your crotch?" Duan Fang heard it, something was wrong with the Demon King of the Mixed World. Something must be wrong. In fact, as soon as you enter the door, you should see it, but the mood is too good and you ignore it. Duan Fang narrowed his eyes and carefully studied the Demon King of the Mixed World. The face of the Demon King of the Mixed World suddenly fell, and he whispered, "I know everything." The Demon King of the Mixed World said, "I've looked for her." Duan Fang asked, "Who have you found?" The Demon King of the Mixed World said, "Who else could it be?" Duan Fang asked eagerly, "What did Secretary Wu say?"

"Our party secretary said that the motherland needs to be defended, but it needs to be built even more. ”

Duan Fang took out the dry tobacco pot and sat down. Wu Zhishu really can speak, and her words are correct at all times, absolutely correct, and always true. Rightly so, you just want to vomit blood. Duan Fang chewed on Wu Zhishu's words, and had an extremely bad premonition. The Demon King of the Mixed World didn't care anymore, he didn't say anything anymore, but his body kept swaying, swaying back and forth. Duan Fang's gaze skipped over the head of the Demon King of the Mixed World, and stared at the wall behind the Demon King of the Mixed World. The small oil lamp enlarged the head of the Demon King of the Mixed World and imprinted it on the wall. Due to the constant swaying, the head of the Demon King of the Mixed World is big for a while, and small for a while, giving people the illusion that he can't get out of his body with all his strength, as if it has grown in the wall and has become the surface of the wall. Duan Fang suddenly remembered what Xinglong had said, "Silly boy, you remember, your life is in someone's mouth, it can be a word in her mouth, or a mouthful of phlegm in her mouth." "It really is. The Demon King of the Mixed World is now a mouthful of phlegm in Wu Manling's mouth, and he was spit on the wall. Duan Fang's heart suddenly tightened, the kind that was close to hopelessness: I don't know when Wu Manling opened her mouth, and I don't know who she will spit out next. Duan Fang lost his mind.

Duan Fang looked at the smoking pot in his hand and said, "Mom, pull a bar." ”

"Who are you scolding?" said the Demon King of the Mixed World.

Duan Fang said: "I didn't scold anyone. ”

The Demon King of the Mixed World also looked at the center of the lamp and slowly closed his left eye. He raised his right hand, stretched out his thumb and forefinger, and aimed and pulled the trigger at the center of the lamp. Every time he pulled the Demon King's mouth, a gunshot sounded, "Bang——, Bang——, Bang-" The Demon King kept shooting. After the shooting, the Demon King of the Mixed World stared at his index finger carefully, and kept looking. He suddenly sent his finger to the center of the lamp. The lights dimmed. Duan Fang kept looking at the smoke pot, not realizing what the Demon King of the Mixed World was doing. Slowly, a smell filled the large warehouse. It is the fragrance of the barbecue. Duan Fang looked up, and he saw the distorted expression of the Demon King of the Mixed World, which was also an expression of perseverance. The Demon King of the Mixed World is burning his index finger. Duan Fang "whew" to the ground and blew out the small oil lamp. It was suddenly dark in the big warehouse. Duan Fang asked loudly, "What are you doing here?" In the darkness, the Demon King of the Mixed World slapped the table with his other hand and asked loudly, "What are you doing here?"

There was a black hole in the big warehouse, and only the smoke pot at the end was struggling there. The world is quiet, and it is dark. Instead, the fire of the smoke pot and the sound of smoking at the end were brought out, like lightning and thunder. Duan Fang suddenly heard a slight sound, and with a "snap", a drop of water fell on the table. Duan Fang knew that it was the tears of the Demon King of the Mixed World, which had already broken on the table. Duan Fang was sad for a while, hurriedly, and it only passed for a while. The two men didn't say anything. In the end, it was the Demon King of the Mixed World who spoke. The Demon King of the Mixed World said: "I want to be a soldier, I just want to go back to Nanjing." Duan Fang said, "I want to too." I only want to go to Xinghua. The town of Zhongbao is also OK. The Demon King of the Mixed World sniffed, seemed to laugh, and said, "Why don't you say that Beijing is okay?" Duan Fang thought about it and said, "Beijing is okay too." The Demon King of the Mixed World said, "Zhenjiang is okay too." Duan Fang said: "Yangzhou is also fine." ”

"Hefei is also fine. The Demon King of the Mixed World said.

"Guiyang is okay too!" Duan Fang said.

"Xiamen is okay too!"

"Yinchuan is okay too!"

"Changsha is okay too!"

"Changchun is okay too!"

"Lhasa is fine!"

"Lanzhou is okay too!"

"Hangzhou is okay too!"

"Xi'an is okay too!"

"Wuhan is okay too!"

"Shijiazhuang is also fine!"

"Nanchang is also fine!"

"Jinan is okay too!"

"Chongqing is okay too!"

"Guilin is okay too!"

"Urumqi is also fine!"

"Harbin is okay too!"

"Zhengzhou is also fine!"

"Shenyang is okay too!"

"Kunming is okay too!"

"Tianjin is okay too!"

"Taiyuan is okay too!"

"Shanghai is fine, too!"

"Hohhot is okay too!"

"Xining is fine!"

"Wangjiazhuang is okay too—"

"Wangjiazhuang can't do it!" Duan Fang said loudly, "Wangjiazhuang definitely can't do it!"

In the darkness, Duan Fang and the Demon King of the Mixed World's vision of the future finally turned into a vision of space, and the distance was calling. They are talking to each other, they are talking about stories, and they are talking about cross talk. They shake their own baggage. Happy. The more the two of them talked, the more they talked, the more they talked, the more presumptuous they became. Their mouths are like horses, like tanks, like charges, like breakouts, riveting their strength, and galloping indulgently on the land of the motherland. When encountering mountains and mountains, encountering water and crossing water, controlling the wind and electricity, it is unstoppable. In just a few moments, they traveled all over the land of the motherland and walked through thousands of mountains and rivers. It's magical, amazing, and gripping. They can't see anything, but the darkness is a kind of openness, a dreamlike call, a strange unrestrainedness, a different kind of wantonness. Of course, it is also a real falsehood. In the vanity, they are two giants, and in a moment they will go back and forth all of China. They believe in the reins of the horse, and the tiger leaps into the dragon. The five ridges are soaring and the waves are thin, and the Wumeng is majestic and walks the mud pills. The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return.

The madness is over, and the pain in the hands of the Demon King of the Mixed World comes up. It's really strange to say, when the Demon King of the Mixed World puts his hand on the fire and roasts it, it doesn't hurt, on the contrary, it's a little exciting, very sober, and it's the kind of relief that is close to "solved". Now it doesn't work anymore, it hurts terribly, and flames come out of the wound. The aroma of the meat still lingers in the air, a fatal temptation, a gluttonous one. Just want to eat something, anything. The Demon King of the Mixed World held back the pain and said, "Duanfang, you lifted my bed board, there are good things under the bed." Duan Fang was a little confused, and he was still hesitating there. The Demon King of the Mixed World was anxious, and said loudly, "Hurry up!" Duan Fang had no choice but to touch the darkness, dismantle the bed board of the Demon King of the Mixed World, and found a jar. The mouth of the altar is sealed with plastic film. The Demon King said, "Take it to the stove." The end party complied and took it. The Demon King of the Mixed World said, "Open it." "The end side is opened. I put it in and touched it, and it was meat. It's a small piece of meat. It must be bacon. Duan Fang smiled in the dark, and his fingers smiled in the jar. Duan Fang saw his smile. The Demon King of the Mixed World said, "Light the fire, and we will satisfy our hunger!" Duan Fang took out a match, crossed it, and lit the straw. The hearth was bright, and Duanfang's face was also bright, warm and radiant. Duan Fang took the tongs, dragged the jar, took out the contents of the jar, and sent it to the door of the hearth to see, is it not meat? It is meat, it is really meat. He quickly threaded small pieces of meat on the tongs and sent them to the hearth. Just a moment, the smell of meat came out of the hearth. The scent was a large tongue, eight feet long, licking at Duanfang's body. Lick from top to bottom, and lick from bottom to top. The more you lick, the more comfortable it gets. Duan Fang grilled the meat, sprinkled it with a little salt, and first sent it to the Demon King of the Mixed World. The Demon King of the Mixed World had already closed the door and said, "You eat first." "How can this be. Duan Fang said politely: "You eat first." The Demon King of the Mixed World was not polite, pulled off a piece, and threw it in his mouth. Duan Fang also pulled off a piece and carefully placed it on his tongue. When I chewed it, it was fragrant. The more you chew, the more fragrant it gets. The most touching thing is the bones, small, short, and the key is that they are crispy, the teeth shatter at the touch, and they have a long aftertaste, which is particularly attractive. Duan Fang stretched his neck and swallowed, "Is it a magpie or a turtledove?" The Demon King of the Mixed World closed his eyes as he chewed, and said, "Neither." Duan Fang said quickly, and said with certainty: "It's not a sparrow." The sparrows are not that big. It can't be a swallow, right?" the Demon King of the Mixed World came out with three words coldly: "It's a mouse." ”

The end side stopped. It stopped suddenly. Stopped chewing, stopped talking. Even his eyes stopped blinking. Duanfang's stomach tightened suddenly, and he lifted it up, as if he was held by two hands, and squeezed it. All of a sudden, he rushed to his throat and rubbed there. Seeing that it is about to come out, there is a danger of spraying. Duan Fang took a breath, immediately stabilized himself, held it, held it back, held it up, and pressed it down little by little. After repeating this three or four times, the end side won the final victory. He sent the contents of his throat back to his stomach intact. Duan Fang said to himself: "His grandmother's, others can eat it, why can't I eat it? Why can't I eat it? Duan Fang took another piece from the tongs and put it in his mouth. The Demon King of the Mixed World said, "It's delicious, isn't it?" The Demon King said, "Don't tell anyone. Duan Fang said, "Of course." The Demon King of the Mixed World said, "As long as you tell others, you will be gone." We won't be able to eat anymore. Duan Fang smiled and said, "That's it." ”

"You say, will Wu Manling let you go?" The Demon King of the Mixed World suddenly pulled the topic back again.

"You mean, will she promise me to be a soldier?"

The Demon King of the Mixed World said, "Yes." ”

Duan Fang didn't look like Duan Fang anymore on this night, and he became surprisingly excited because of his sadness. He said in that bold tone, "If she doesn't let go, I'll her." You see if I dare. "Actually, it's just bragging, just talking casually.