Although the river is small, the geographical location is very important, just because this side of the river is the boundary of Jianzhou, the opposite bank is the boundary of Luozhou, the small river is more than 100 miles long, flowing into the shallow Suoxi River, this more than 100 miles, is the boundary river of the two municipal administrative districts of Jianluo. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ma muttered: "Luo Luo, tell me, why doesn't this river have a name? Why don't we give it a name?"

Jian Luo said: "Do you still need to take it?

The Jianluo River got its name.

Ma Xi grinned: "Luoluo, it's really interesting, first of all, this ditch was the first to have a name, called Jianluogou, and secondly, this Jianluo Bridge was completed, and the fame was even greater, covering Jianluogou." People who don't know still think that there was Jianluo Bridge first and then Jianluo Gully! Now it's good, this small and thin river has flowed for at least hundreds of thousands of years, and it didn't have a name until today. ”

"There may have been names before, and there may be countless names, but they may not have spread!"

"Luo Luo, you are the deputy editor-in-chief of the city chronicle of Jian City, you must add the name of Jian Luohe to it, and you must also add it to the atlas of Jianzhou, so that the name of Jian Luohe will never be easily lost. ”

"Okay!

"Yay!" Ma Xi's personality is very outgoing, since he got to know her, even Jian Luo, who has always been introverted and arrogant, has a lot better popularity.

The locals of Longwang Town refer to a day from dawn to before 12 o'clock at night. Accompanied by love, Ma Xila and Jian Luo really forgot about hunger, and they didn't think of returning it, and they were still nostalgic for this river bend.

Perhaps the bend in the river is so beautiful that the nearby residents dare not take offense, and the nearest village is also half a mile away, which makes the night here particularly quiet.

He was with her in the quiet night.

Knowing that he has a pimple in his heart, although he can solve it himself, but he is different from that kind of mutated temperament, Jian Yang's psychological evolution is a thin water and long-term flow type, which is a natural success, and it can't be suddenly enlightened.

So Ma Tu Tu talked to him as much as she could.

2★.

Her words were like flowing water, flowing in his heart, and before he knew it, the lights were dim, and the night cesium was getting thicker and thicker.

"Hey, it's dark, I'm afraid. ”

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid that you won't speak like a big pepper. ”

"Hey, it's true, aren't schools about to end for the summer vacation?"

"What's the holiday coming? Could it be that those students are still coming in groups to take a night shower and force us to give up this territory. ”

"No, no, I'm just reminding you that it's the middle of the month, have you forgotten?"

"Scared! Seventh Half, Ghosts Jumping Around!" "The Moon Half Festival of Longwang Town is the Midyear Festival. The Midyear Festival is a ghost festival, but it is also the day when the mouse marries a daughter, Ma Tu Tu is a rat, they choose this day to get engaged, how can they be completely unintentional? And Jian Luo is still a versatile talent, how can they choose the day randomly?

"Do you finally remember it?"

"If you don't say it, I'm not afraid, but when you say it, I'm really a little scared in my heart. Isn't it said that the entire Suoxi River was dug by the starving ghost? What if the starving ghost climbs up from the river?"

"yes, I'm worried about this too, huh, or let's go and go back to eat, or we'll become two starving ghosts!"

"No, Luo Luo, stay a little longer! Otherwise, let's continue fishing, you catch less than me during the day, and you are not as good as me during the day, and we will try again this night to see which one is stronger." During the day, Jian Luo was quiet and chattering, and it was said that Jian Luo, who was quietly guarding, should fish more. But Jian Luo's heart is turbulent, and fishing is to see that the mind is calm first.

Jian Luo is the kind of person who is more energetic at night than tomorrow, which may also be the common denominator of most people in literature, art and academia. He suddenly became interested: "Bi Bi Bi! Hey, I have a proposal, don't release any fish we caught this time, let's raise them, help us strengthen our memory, and commemorate this day that we have made a lifelong commitment!"

3★.

Ma Xiaoyu is not disgusted at all with the words 'private life', and today's behavior was originally her mastermind.

If Jian Luo's feelings today are compiled into poems, they are still 'poems for life'!

She was more interested than Jian Luo: "Luo Luo, I want to change the fishing rod, the pole made of the Masang tree during the day is in conflict with my name, and it is a little uncomfortable to use." I'm going to change the long one!"

"Well, whatever you want. Give me your fishing rod that won me during the day. Tell me, I'll get you the one you like. ”

"I'll do it myself!" Under the night, individual people are no longer so hidden, but more real than daytime.

The horse got up with a long body, but she got up strangely, her body straightened, made a small spin, flew flat at a low altitude, and then made a big spin, and flew out of thin air on the shore. She goes straight to the ground, like a fritter that has just come out of the pan, which looks hard but is actually soft.

The horse flew more than three zhang, and his hands rose again, and it was more than three zhang, and it was his turn to point to the ground with his feet, and then he got up again, and then went to more than three zhang, but in the blink of an eye, three ups and three downs, and it was already ten zhang away.

At this time, she put her hands on the ground, her head and feet, and she had reached her destination and did not get up again.

In a flash, Jian Luo didn't know how to follow, and silently, he stopped at his fingertips to protect each other. He also took the fishing rod made of a yellow wattle strip that he picked off casually during the day in his left hand, and he gave a thumbs up with his right hand and praised it sincerely: "What a trick of 'dumplings out of the pot' and 'swallow three water' connections!"

Ma Tu smiled heartily, very satisfied: "And 'pulling onions on dry land'!" Swinging her head, her ponytail swayed in two circles, staggered and folded, forming a clasp knot that was common in Longwang Town, and wrapped around the lively spotted bamboo that was close at hand.

The buckle knot made of her braids, although there are only two loops, presses the two ends of the braid criss-cross in the middle of the two circles, so that it will be tightened more and more, and there is absolutely no possibility of falling off. This spotted bamboo is also nearly three zhang high, the bamboo body is straight, the tip is half bent, it is a good material for making a fishing rod.

4★.

"This is it!" the horse bent and stretched her knees, and when she flicked, her hands pressed the ground, and she rose from the ground. It, the spotted bamboo that she particularly fancies, was also tied in her ponytail and rose up together!

How much strength does it take to pull out the bamboo? Although she is a woman, she is very violent and strong in her actions. She was quiet and the pen was delicate green, and when she moved, it was a storm.

Ma Tu and the spotted bamboo, both drew two beautiful arcs in the night sky. Fly out and get four feet away. Before hitting the ground, her braids were slightly controlled, and Madara crossed hers, carrying her back behind her powder.

The arc she drew with it in the night cesium could only be seen at a very close distance, and if it was in the daytime, it would be two rainbows, which must be beautiful.

As soon as Ma Tu Tu landed, Jian Luo was already standing in front of her.

His left hand was still holding the fishing rod, but his right hand was gently bent in front of his chest, and a ball of mud and sand as big as a sea bowl obediently clumped in his palm, the ball was far larger than the palm of his hand, but it was controlled by a strange force, so that they would not fall apart.

It was the earth, stone and sand brought out when the spotted bamboo was uprooted from the ground, and it was scattered everywhere with the horse's 'dry land plucking onions', and Jian Luo had that ability, and quietly put them all in one hand, so that none of them could fall on the girl he loved.

Ma Tu glanced at him infinitely: "You cleaner is so useful!"

"I'm still a handyman who can make a fishing rod!" Jian Luo stared at Ma, "Hey, it seems that you have learned at least half of Uncle Ma's skills." ”

"The older generation of them are very clumsy, and who knows how much they are capable of revealing? Maybe half, maybe just in case. Even how much we have learned, I don't know how much we have learned. ”

"That's right! Even if we grow up, we are only in the afterlife, if we don't set up our own skills and only learn from them, we will never be able to enter their eyes. ”

5★.

Let the younger generations grow more skills on their own, and don't just expect how much good they have learned from their predecessors, so as to stick to the old ways and not want to forge ahead. Maybe it's because the predecessors don't pass on their skills, and they always have to leave one or two hands, but it's a pity that there are not many people who can understand this layer.

The horse was not in a hurry, panting and not beating violently, this activity opened his body, but his face was more ruddy, Jian Luo looked like a night eye, he couldn't help but come closer, put his face on her face, and kissed one directly.

Ma Tu didn't squirm, not only did she not hide, but she added strength and kissed him affectionately.

The two of them accepted it when they saw it, and they agreed, and they didn't go too far.

Jian Luo gently handed out the fishing rod in his left hand, and Ma took it with both hands, Jian Luo's left hand was empty, and with a slight pull, the spotted bamboo that was still hanging from her hair braid swung in front of her.

Right in front of her, he stretched out two fingers of his left hand.

- Jane Clip Fingers!

Jane's fingers!

Pointing fingers, Jane's trick!

Jian Luo cut two fingers in the food, and there was no clicking sound, as if cutting in the wind.

His simple fingers were as if they were just cutting the wind, and the roots of this spotted bamboo were cut in two at a distance of two feet and three inches. The bamboo body is still mink on the braid, but the bamboo roots are planted and fall off.

Jian Luo's left hand stretched out in time, his palm was slightly concave, and at the same time, he brought out suction and spin force, not only caught a bamboo root, but even the sand particles that were falling were like a swarm of bees returning to their nests, and they were completely connected to his hands.

- Jane takes over!

Jane took over, Jane's family has, meticulous, negligent but not missing! Just like I was a purchaser in reality, absolutely foolproof.

Jane Luo, cut things like the wind and cut your fingers!

Jian Luo held a mud ball in his right hand and a bamboo root in his left hand, his lips were pursed, and he smiled a little evilly, signaling to her: "It's your turn!"

Ma Tu Tu smiled at him squeamishly, and looked a little embarrassed. Sticking the fishing rod made of yellow wattle strips on the ground, she shook her head, not to do nothing, but to use the horse untie technique of the Ma family, without using her hands, and between shaking her head, she untied the braid wrapped around the spotted bamboo.

She holds the bamboo in her left hand, and does not make a gesture, and her fingers are like knives, waving again and again, her slender and soft right palm, as a horse chopping knife, the sound of whirring wind sounds, and the sound of clicking comes out, as if beating the gong horizontally to beat the drum vertically, full of rhythm.