PS: Anti-piracy. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoI'll see it tomorrow.

"Iron Ruyi, the conductor is suave, everyone is shocked~~;Kimporo, upside down, a thousand cups are not drunk~~......"

I suspect it's a great article, because he always smiles when he reads this, and he throws his head up, shakes, and pushes back, and pushes back.

When Mr. reads and is in the mind, it is very suitable for us. A few of them used papier-mâché armor to put on their nails. I painted, using a kind of paper called "Jingchuan paper", and traced it one by one on the embroidered image of the novel, just like the shadow writing when I was learning calligraphy. I read more books, and I painted more paintings; I didn't finish reading the books, but I made a lot of achievements in painting, and the most complete pieces are the embroidered portraits of "Wandering Kouzhi" and "Journey to the West", both of which have a large book. Later, because he asked for money, he sold it to a rich classmate. His father was a tin foil shopkeeper, and he heard that he was now a shopkeeper and was about to rise to the status of a gentleman. It's long gone.

After all, the end of the old calendar is most like the end of the year, and it is needless to say that the villages and towns are also showing the weather of the upcoming New Year in the sky. There was a flash of light in the middle of the heavy gray-white evening clouds, followed by a dull sound of firecrackers from the stove, and the nearest ones were even more intense, and the deafening sound had not yet ceased, and the air was already filled with the faint smell of gunpowder. I was returning to my hometown of Lu Town this night. Although he is a hometown, he no longer has a home, so he has to temporarily live in the house of Master Lu Si. He is my own family, a generation older than me, and he should be called "Fourth Uncle", an old prison student who lectures on reason. He didn't change much from before, only he was older, but he still had a beard, and when we met, he greeted me, and after greeting me, he said that I was "fat", and after saying that I was "fat", he scolded his new party. But I know that this is not an excuse to scold me: because what he is scolding is still Kang Youwei. However, the conversation was not always speculative, and it was not long before I was left alone in the study.

I woke up late the next day, and after lunch, I went out to see some of my family and friends, and the third day was the same. None of them have changed much, except that they are older, but they are all busy at home, preparing "blessings". This is the year-end ceremony of Luzhen, pay tribute, welcome the god of blessing, and pray for good luck in the coming year. Killing chickens, slaughtering geese, buying pork, washing them carefully, women's arms were soaked red in water, and some of them even wore silver bracelets with skein. After cooking, insert some chopsticks in this kind of thing, it can be called "blessing ceremony", the fifth watch day is displayed, and light the incense candles, and invite the gods of fortune to enjoy, but the worship is limited to men, after worshipping naturally still firecrackers. Every year, every family, as long as you can afford blessings and firecrackers, and so on, this year is the same. The sky became darker and darker, and it snowed in the afternoon, and the snowflakes were as big as plum blossoms, flying all over the sky, with smoke and busy complexion, and Lu Zhen was in a mess. When I returned to the fourth uncle's study, the corrugated was already snow-white, and the room was also brighter, showing the big "longevity" word of Zhu Tuo hanging on the wall, written by Chen Tuan's ancestor, the couplet on one side had fallen off, and the loose roll was placed on the long table, and the other side was still there, and the Tao was "reasonable and peaceful". I was bored and went to the desk under the window to look through it, only to see a pile of seemingly incomplete "Kangxi Dictionary", a "Notes on the Collection of Recent Thoughts" and a "Four Books Lining". Anyway, I'm going to leave tomorrow.

Besides, until yesterday, I met Xianglin's sister-in-law, which made me unable to settle down. It was afternoon when I visited a friend at the east end of the town, and when I came out, I met her by the river, and when I saw the sight of her staring eyes, I knew that she was coming towards me. Of the people I have seen in Luzhen this time, I can say that nothing has changed more than hers: the gray hair of five years ago, now completely white, will not look like a man in his forties, and the face is thin and thin, yellow and black, and has lost all the sad look of the past, as if it were a woodcut, and only the occasional round of the eyeballs can indicate that she is a living creature. She was holding a bamboo basket in one hand. There was a broken bowl inside, empty, and a bamboo pole longer than her in one hand, the lower end cracked: she was clearly a pure beggar.

I stopped and prepared for her to come and beg for money.

"You're back?" she asked first.

"Yes. “

"That's just right. You are literate, and you are a person who goes out, and you have seen a lot. I was about to ask you something-" Her dull eyes suddenly lit up.

I never expected her to say such a thing, and she stood in amazement.

"That's—" she said with two steps closer, lowering her voice, as if secretively, "is there a soul when a man dies?"

I was terrified, as soon as I saw her eyes nailed to mine, I was also a thorn in my back, and I was much more anxious than when I encountered a temporary test in the school that was not as good as a defense, and the teacher was standing beside me. I myself have never minded the existence or absence of spirits, but how to answer her at this moment? I hesitated for a very short time to think that the people here believed in ghosts as they normally believed, "but she wondered, or rather hoped: wished it to be there, and hoped that it would not ...... , why should people add to the distress of the people at the end of the road, for her sake, it is better to say that there is.

"Perhaps, I thought. I said in a hurry.

"So, there will be hell too?"

"Ahh - But not necessarily,...... Who cares about these things...... “

"So, everyone from the dead family can meet?"

"Alas, what if we meet or not?......" At this time, I already knew that I was still a complete fool, and no hesitation or plan could stop the three questions, and I immediately became timid, and I wanted to turn over the previous words, "That's ,...... Really, I can't tell ....... Actually, I can't say whether there are spirits or not. “

I took advantage of her no longer immediately asked, took a step and left, and fled back to the fourth uncle's house, feeling very uneasy. I thought to myself, I was afraid that she would be in some danger when I replied. She probably felt lonely because of the blessing of others, but could it mean something else?--or did she have some sense of concern? If something else meant and something else happened, then I should be ......responsible for it. But then I laughed to myself, thinking that occasional things have no deep meaning, and I want to scrutinize them carefully, and it is no wonder that the educator wants to say that he is having a nervous disorder, and besides, he has clearly said that he "can't tell" has overturned the overall situation of the answer, and even if something happens, it has nothing to do with me.

"I can't tell" is an extremely useful phrase. A brave young man who does not do anything more often dares to solve doubts and choose a doctor, and if the result is not good, he will probably become a complainer, but as soon as he ends with this inexplicability, he will be at ease with everything. At this time, I felt the necessity of this sentence even more, even if I talked to a begging woman, it was absolutely unavoidable.

But I always felt uneasy, and after a night, I still remembered it from time to time, as if with some sense of foreboding, in the gloomy snow, in the boring study, this uneasiness intensified. Let's go and go into the city tomorrow. Fuxing Building's shark fin, one yuan and a large plate, cheap and good, now I don't know if the price has increased? Friends who traveled with us in the past, although the clouds have dispersed, but shark fin is not to be eaten, even if it is only me .......

(To be continued.) )