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Now that most of the afternoon has passed, the sun is pressing, and the afterglow stabs into the eyes of the two people who have just left the inn, there are many fewer pedestrians on the road, and they are scattered and standing on the street, Lang Hatian's eyes are slightly uncomfortable, and the pedestrians who reflect the sunset in his eyes are only gray outlines with an orange background. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info he tugged on Liang Ping's clothes, rubbed his eyes and walked behind him.

Liang Ping did not hesitate as he imagined, but walked through the streets and alleys with familiarity, and several times Lang hated the sky and was pulled to the ground by him. "Grandpa Liang, can you walk slowly, seeing that you are walking around unscrupulously, and you are not afraid of getting lost, you must be very familiar with this place?"

"Well, I've been here when I've been here for a while, and I've been here for a while, and I'm still a little impressed. Come, Xiaoyuan, follow me, I'll take you to a good place. ”

"Ah, okay. ”

Following Liang Ping's footsteps, the buildings in front of him changed from shops to residences, from concentration to slowly thinning, Lang hattian saw that the pavement of masonry and bluestone slabs gradually began to look damp, faintly green, and walked for a while, and the foot had become a grass.

"Alright, here we are. ”

Lang hated the sky and looked up, the scenery in front of him suddenly opened up, the nerves that were oppressed by the compact dwellings were suddenly soothed at this time, and the wisps of green were blown in the air by the wind, shaking through the sun, flickering in front of his eyes, and there were thick or thin weeping willows everywhere, surrounding the waterhole that was more than dozens of meters wide in the center. The water of the pond is turquoise, and if you look closely, the four walls of the bottom of the pond are covered with a kind of green moss. Many people are moving around comfortably, some are sitting on the grass and chatting, some are pacing back and forth around the waterhole, some lovers are leaning on the willow trees, and the most are children, playing and laughing in the water by the pool, teasing the fish in the pool, a few white geese floating on the water, combing their feathers, and from time to time a fierce man plunges into the water to beat his teeth, so a harmonious scene.

"Xiaoyuan, you have a good look here by yourself, I suddenly remembered something, I want to make sure, remember not to go too far, wait here for me before dark. ”

"Okay, go ahead, I'll take care of myself. ”

Lang hated the sky and walked forward on this soft grass, touching the trunks of weeping willows one after another, the leaves on them had dried up and fallen off, and only the green silk was still flying. He stood on the edge of the waterhole and leaned in with his hands behind his back to look down. He saw that the overall shape of the waterhole resembled a king-size funnel, with a slope that extended from the edge to the center and sloped downward. The middle part directly turned into a large hole with a diameter of about four or five meters, and it was dark and impossible to see the end, like a large mouth, and the fish swam in and out, not knowing where it leads. The water of the pond is indeed very clear, there is no dirt, look carefully, there are some fragments of rain flowers and stones lying quietly at the bottom of the pool. The weather was getting colder and colder, the wind was blowing, and a feeling of dampness and coldness came to his face, and Lang hated the sky wrapped up his clothes and began to walk around the edge of the pool.

Walking into the green silk barrier again, he saw an old man a few steps away, dressed in gray-green clothes, with gray temples, holding a cane made of firewood, and his gray hair was blown by the wind, standing in the woods, having assimilated into them, the old man quietly looked at the rippling blue water, and did not pay any attention to the Lang hating sky passing by, the old years and the children who were playing not far away reflected each other, and in the footsteps of the pigtails jumping, revealing how much time sighed. That kind of sadness and hatred will not understand, Liang Ping will not understand, the old people will not understand, and the children will not understand.

Yes, no one can really understand that feeling, it is hidden in every detail around us, and everywhere is full of unearthly vicissitudes. Life is not really monotonous, look around, there are lovers full of happiness, there are butchers with flesh foam and blood on their aprons, and there are young women adorned with rain flower ornaments.

The only one who is truly lonely is ourselves.

Lang hattian didn't pay attention to their pleasant eyes like a pilgrimage to the pool, and turned his head to go on his own way. There are some old houses around the pool, it looks like it is quite old, Lang hattian stands on one side of the pool, looks to the other side, the buildings on the opposite side are blocked by the weeping willows of high and low, and it is not very real, but you can hear the noise of the rustling over there, and it sounds like there are a lot of people. Interested in it, Lang Hatian quickened his pace, went around a few trees, and ran forward a few more steps, and the scene he was curious about did not disappoint him, and spread out in front of him.

The sound of babbling came from the first floor above a two-story brick and wood building, and Lang looked up to see a group of children in colorful clothes rapping, turning a few times from time to time. The pink-faced satin body, the small body seems to have become brave in a burst of singing, and it looks like a hero singing heroically. Lang Hatian could clearly distinguish that the children above were all very young, and the eldest was only twelve or thirteen years old, but he was already a good singer on stage.

"Good! Great!

Seeing this, Lang Hatian couldn't help but cheer, no one looked at him sideways because he shouted so abruptly, because the people around him gathered here because they were attracted by the group of children, and many people reacted in the same way as Lang Hatian. At this time, a red-faced man with a beard with lips and beards turned out behind the screen, wearing a fur and shoulders, walked to the front of the stage, first of all, a head of the head of the fist, and said loudly: "Thank you for your support, I Yan Hai is so polite, this charity sale is a gift to the local villagers, I hope everyone has money to hold a money field, no money to hold a personal field, these children are not easy, I am grateful, grateful!"

The voice fell, and a small guy holding an iron plate walked out from the first floor, with a smiling face, nodding at the people. Lang hated Tian also wanted to step forward to give some money, but he couldn't find even a jade baht after digging all over his body.

"Alas, they all ran out when I bought the rain flower stone, but it's a pity that 。。。。。。 ”

People stepped forward one after another to throw jade baht into the iron plate, and they all did not hesitate to shoot, and soon, there was a lot of money piled up on the plate, and the thin little guy looked a little struggling to hold it, but he was still smiling and full of joy. The crowd moved forward, dropped the money, and then dispersed. As they left, the open space in front of the building also became cheerful, and a very familiar silhouette stood a few steps away, looking at the big man who had not moved the whole time upstairs, and his eyes flashed with a strange light.

Lang hattian never found out that Liang Ping was so close to him.

The red-faced man on the second floor didn't notice that there was a person below looking at him like this, and when the people were almost gone, he opened his voice again and thanked him, and then walked to the backstage. Lang hattian still shook his head regretfully, still reminiscing about the wonderful performance just now, and returned the same way with a sigh. The setting speed of the sunset suddenly became much faster, the turquoise pool turned into ink slowly, and only Liang Ping stood alone in front of the stage.

"Squeak。。。。。。 Just now, the little guy walked out of the theater, locked the door, glanced at Liang Ping when he turned around, and then left in a hurry. Liang Ping pulled out his steps from his unprovoked contemplation, sighed, and left the place.

"What the hell are you... Where are they hiding?"

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