Southern region. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Rainy.

Especially in the middle of summer.

Late yesterday night, there was a torrential rain in the mountains.

It's the time of the morning.

The Yizhuang on the mountainside was shrouded in a fog.

Today, Luo Zi didn't sleep lazy.

Early in the morning, when even Wencai and Uncle Jiu were still in the bed, Luo Zi rubbed his eyes, got up from the bed, and then in the dark, he felt a pair of small crutches from the side of the bed, and with this pair of crutches, he staggered out of bed and walked two steps, and then in front of the window, stretched out a hand to open half of the window.

The sunlight is filtered by the mist, and the mountain forest scenery in front of you is a bit of a hallucinatory feeling in a dream.

And the morning breeze in the mountains blew in, blowing Luo Zi's thin silk pajamas.

It's cold.

But it's not very cold.

Luo Zi felt something in his dark, he frowned, and there was some kind of doubt in his eyes.

In confusion, he let go of the pair of wooden crutches that supported him under his armpits.

"Pong!", and the wooden crutch slammed on the floor.

But Luo Zi did not fall.

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Leg.

Okay again?

…………

Mrs. Ren died of illness.

This news caused an uproar in the town.

This Mrs. Ren is none other than the wife of the richest man in Renjia Town, Master Renfa.

Speaking of Ren Fa's family, we have to think of their previous generations.

That was the pride of Renjia Town for a hundred years.

And when the mighty old lady Ren was alive, it reached its peak.

That year, their family was in a big circle outside, and they were also famous Dajia, and they were one of the Dajia who followed His Royal Highness Xiaosheng Feng'en Town, of course, even though the Qing royal family had declined at that time.

But this status, in the Ren family's ancestral house, is still dazzling.

And since the early death and burial of the mighty old man twelve years ago, the entire Ren family seems to be prosperous and declining, and the business like a barrage and fishing net has begun to deteriorate day by day.

But even so, the Ren family is one of the largest families in this town.

For Mrs. Ren's funeral, Master Ren invited Uncle Nine to choose an auspicious place.

And set up a mourning hall, and invited a master of the Zhan generation of Shaolin Temple from afar.

Metaphysical Feng Shui.

Buddha crosses the soul.

The Taoist of the Maoshan faction, and the master of the Shaolin Temple.

The pomp and circumstance are quite sufficient......

The large garden house has three housekeepers, eight servants, twenty-six security guards, and nine maids.

Luo Zi stood in Master Ren's study, in front of the bookcases on the wall, and counted the names of these books with his hands down.

The master did not come today, because Uncle Jiu was a disciple of Maoshan, but today the Ren family also invited the master of Shaolin Temple.

It is not appropriate for him to come forward in such matters as to discuss matters relating to the funeral together.

"That master of the Zhanzi generation will not come. ”

When Uncle Nine sent him and Wencai here, he was still wearing a home undershirt, and said very comfortably while lying on the rocking chair, while fanning the pu fan away from the humid heat of the southern summer.

Thinking of it, Luo Zi shook his head, he always felt that it was just the reason why the master was lazy and afraid of seeing the monk.

Today is to attend the funeral, so today Luo Zi tied his long hair into a bunch, hanging down the back of his head, wearing a black striped dress (small suit), a white long shirt, black shorts, a black and white striped bow tied on the collar, pure white long socks, and small black leather shoes.

His clothes have never been washed by himself, and of course he has never been touched by Wencai. Clothes that have been worn once, accumulated, there will be "people" to pick them up every week, and then washed, dried, washed again, and dried again, this process has been repeated at least three times, and then sent back by a special person, before sending back, it has to be carefully smoked with rhino horn incense by Yue's Mama, these precious and delicate and complex clothes, will have the possibility of being worn by the owner again.

Of course, this also led to the fact that every time Luo Zi wore clothes, the cycle of wearing them again was very long.

Coincidentally, his clothes are rarely pure black for such occasions, after all, most of his clothes are fancy clothes.

The last black dress was the poor dress stained with unknown objects.

Now that I think about it, I either threw it away by Uncle Jiu, or gave it to Wen Cai to wear.

I have been in this plane for more than ten years, and I am used to wearing those heavy but loose clothes, and when I suddenly changed into a light but compact small dress today, Luo Zi, who used to wear suits in and out of various places, was a little unaccustomed to it this time.

Ha, I'm really hypocritical.

Luo Zi laughed at himself, raised his hand, took a copy of Platoon from the shelf, and opened it.

It's been a long time since I've seen a word in English round characters.

"Do you understand this book?"

Just when Luo Zi couldn't help but smile nostalgically because he saw the original English books that he could often see in the previous plane, but now he rarely saw them, a little girl's voice came from behind him, which was a little choked, but still immature and light.

The boy held the book in his hand, turned his head, and as far as he could see, it was a clever and lovely girl, but she was crying and her eyes were red, like a little girl who had just cried.

She is wearing a white miniature version of the filial piety dress, she is young, but her hair is long enough to hang down her waist, her big eyes are looking straight at you, she is smart, the child's round face, and the small bridge of her nose is dotted with two small freckles, but she looks even more cute.

Luo Zi was cute.

A good feeling rises in my heart.

He wanted to smile at the little girl, but looking at the little girl's outfit, he guessed that she was probably one of the family members of the deceased, so he withdrew his smile with a little difficulty, tried to make his voice as soft as possible, and said, "Yes." ”

But in the eyes of the little girl, this gentleness, coupled with that somewhat indifferent face, has become an attitude of not caring about her.

Ren Tingting was a little angry, she pouted and frowned unabashedly, childishly expressing her unhappiness, but a good tutor made her then politely open her mouth to take the topic and ask, "Then what does it say?"

As she spoke, Ren Tingting stepped forward, stopped beside Luo Zi, raised her hand and pulled out a blue booklet from the side of the bookshelf, on which it was written: Approximate information sheet of relatives of business dealers, and then hugged it to her chest.

It seems that the little girl's goal here is for this book.

Also, after all, there are too many people who come, and they need to be checked one by one so that they can be exchanged in the future.

Luo Zi was stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted before Ren Tingting looked at him.

After thinking about it, he said, "An autistic self-talk. ”

Well?

The little girl said she didn't understand, her brows furrowed, and her big eyes were full of doubt.

Luo Zi smiled at her at this time.

He smiled softly, and the little Zhengtai had a pair of cool and thin lips, and they pursed a beautiful arc, and a clear but soft voice came out from inside, saying this:

"Turn your face to the sun, and there will be no shadows - from an autistic self-talk. (To be continued.) )