Zhen Pozi interjected in front: "You still don't go to the scene, go home and hide, don't go to see outsiders for two weeks, naturally it's fine, the cure is not good, beware of the more you treat, the more ugly it becomes." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Uncle Wang said: "I won't go back! I won't be laughed at by those hillbillies when I go back, forget it, I can't afford to lose this big face, and my face doesn't restore that I'm embarrassed to go home, so let's go to the town's dormitory to hide for a few days." ”

Zhen Pozi's true words, no one listened to her, so she didn't bother to say it. Good at saying it or not, she has already said it anyway. And she has also beaten, beaten and said, people still can't listen, who can complain?

When Uncle Wang said this, he also covered half of his face with his sleeve like a matchmaker.

When he raised his hand, he happened to see that the young stonemason named 'Ghost Blink' had already returned from the early stage.

Uncle Wang hurriedly stopped him and asked him to bring a message to Aunt Wang, saying that he would not be able to go home within two weeks, and asked Aunt Wang to entertain Qiu Madzi well, try to be neat (he forgot to say that it was a whole meal), and not let the guests think the host was stingy.

The ghost blinked and his eyes were not very good, but he happened to see Uncle Wang blushing and pulling the woman's hand. The woman didn't hide, she was still holding on to her, and her face was so red and beautiful, not much different from Li Xinghua - this guy, if the ghost blinked and brought it back, if he didn't take it long, there would be a ghost.

Sorrowful Valley: Bring words to bring long, bring things to bring less.

The person who brings the talk will inevitably add his own imagination, and the person who brings something is not allowed to want to take a sip, taste it, and draw some private parties.

When the ghost blinked and staggered past them, he obviously heard the matchmaker say, "Why are you almost thirty years old and still so hairy, you are so neat, I don't have the face to see people, let's go to the town and buy a mask for bee candy." ”

The ghost blinked and walked far away, looked back several times, and always saw Wang Da You and that woman are almost excessive, tired and crooked, he thought to himself, being an official is still learning badly, and everyone has no face to see people, and they can't wait to cover their faces, what is the situation?

Zhen Pozi didn't persuade anymore, but sighed: "It's all hurt your face like this, and you still won't go back." Providence! When we want to grow today, manpower will always be unstoppable. It's up to you, why don't you love it!"

2★.

Uncle Wang still had delusions: "Granny Zhen, you made this out, you can give it up with some antidote." ”

Zhen Pozi said coldly: "There is no antidote. ”

Uncle Wang still wanted to theorize, but the matchmaker stopped him: "Boss Wang, don't embarrass Sister Zhen, it's not a matter of whether you can use medicine or not, it's really not curable with medicine." You don't know, she got the Chen family to teach the half-mink 'beating without shame, scolding without pain' Qimen, their Chen family can control the length of time of 'shame', but Zhen Pozi has never been able to practice at home, so she has mutated into this. Alas, she didn't have a dismissal herself, so she had to wait until it dissipated automatically after half a month. ”

When I was less than three years old, my father enlightened me with the unique education of "fighting without shame", and I remember that time, which was a little earlier than I learned to write the word 'Xi'. I didn't pay attention at the time, thinking it was just enlightening my mind.

In fact, that slap had already opened the level on my body, so I had extraordinary energy, and I realized it later. It's still so young, there are not many dolls in this world, and they have started practicing martial arts so early, and this is not the ability of martial arts.

This is a unique skill that I have in my family, and it was once passed down once, and it was cultivated by Zhen Pozi for 70 years, what did it look like?

It's such a half-mink's 'shamelessness', and he always can't hide, so he can only hold on. A slap in the face can be embarrassing. is really the only one in the world, there is no semicolon, just this one, for countless years, the matchmaker who has been pressed with honorable status has not been able to lose her temper at all!

Zhen Pozi didn't care about the matchmaker's feelings at all, and directly issued the task index: "I have a goddaughter, you have to be responsible for matching it with the old dwarf, saving a good family, and being spoiled by a rotten apricot!" Zhen Pozi glanced at Uncle Wang, which was very meaningful.

"Just this one thing, if you can't do it, I'll see it once, and you won't have to come out to meet people in the future!"

3★.

Uncle Wang was finally glanced at by the virgin mother-in-law, she gave the matchmaker a task, but she didn't even look at her. As if her two slaps and some words weren't even a threat.

After the solemn woman confessed in a few words, she quickened her pace and overtook them.

Li Xinghua's marriage was set when she was just out of the moon. The old dwarf's marriage, but when he didn't know it, it was slapped by Zhen Pozi.

As long as there is a matchmaker to come to the door to say, she is still the goddaughter of the virgin mother-in-law, and her seniority is ridiculously high. The woman who can be looked down upon by these two strange women, which one of them is not fighting for in Sorrowful Valley?

After facing away from the two, Zhen Pozi also rapped a few words, like the young Ai Xixiang ghostly, the tone is tortuous and secluded, the rhyme is confusing, the voice is wonderful, the words are clear, unforgettable, such as the sound of nature, although the two do not understand their meaning, but they can not forget for a long time:

"The red apricot began to come out of the wall today,

Mmmm

Soft stone and warm jade will eventually be a disaster,

Peach and plum flowers hate themselves!

Obstacles, obstacles!"

Zhen Pozi is worthy of being a secret master of Sorrowful Valley, not only at the age of ninety, but also with the voice of a lady, just hidden in the chest, it is difficult to fathom its depth.

Sorrowful Gully, Sorrowful Gully, if you want to say that there is no special secret, I don't believe who solves the sinking boat.

Uncle Wang was inexplicable, and his slightly smoked head was a little confused, what happened today? Am I still sleeping at home dreaming, or walking on the way to Longwang Town, how did I meet these people one by one, two, three, four, from Qiu Madman's Lady Matchmaker to this Zhen Mother-in-law, all of them are like immortals, and they can not reach the prophet?

No matter how clever the ear scraper is, it can't wake up the lost person. Uncle Wang didn't go back, and no one forced him. It seems that it is really destined that the one who wants to give birth is the one who will give birth.

Apricot blossom she, how can she attract the eyes of these elderly people?

Five-flowered horses, five kinds of private female treasures, can shake the luck of the entire melancholy ditch?

How godly does that have to be?

4★.

There is a saying in "The Book of Rites and Rites": The evil of goods (wu) is abandoned on the ground, and there is no need to hide it for yourself; The power of evil does not come from the body, and it does not have to be for oneself.

Everyone, is a wonderful world.

Each different person has its own wonderful.

In a world where the water is not warm, some people do not grow in age, such as six old women. Some people's age will also change, but it will not change with the years of others, but they have their own different ways of increasing and decreasing, sometimes big, sometimes small. For example, the Chen family, and the Jian family.

The Jian family has always been regarded as the flip board of the Chen family, there are too many similarities and too many confusions, but they are actually two different big families.

Jianluo Bridge, the base camp of the Jane family.

A tributary of the Suoxi River, which flows through the veins.

In the summer dusk, a small river is hidden in the elm forest like a crescent moon.

Jian Luo sat quietly on the big rock by the river, watching the horses chatter.

The horse's fingers were slender and soft, like playing a lute.

The whole person is like a soft line, which will never give people a feeling of being big, strong, strong, brave or the like, it is a slender green.

But she is a master of shoveling drifting Ping'er. Shovel drifting Ping'er is also called playing water drifter.

The tiles flew out of her hands, like a waterfowl with wings and flippers, and the "puff puff" dripped on the surface of the water dozens of times, and suddenly pounced far away.

Ma Tu Tu had been playing for a long time, and there were only two tiles left in a large pile, and she glanced at Jian Luo.

Jian Luo wasn't actually looking at her, he was sitting there as if he had been sitting there for eternity, and he had already blended with the thatch behind him, as if he had become a fossil.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

5★.

When Wu Chu met the two of them, it was still morning, the morning glow was full of sky, and the sun that had just emerged from the top of the mountain was so gorgeous that it was touching, and Wu Chu was even a little suspicious that the sun was lit by them.

Wu Chu pushed his two broken bicycles, and saw them coming from Chaoxia from a distance.

He felt that Ma Tu was like stepping on a song-like board, her gait was dazzling, her face and even her whole person, it was too bright and bright, so that the colorful glow and the sun suddenly dimmed.

Wu Chu seemed to be flashed by magnesium light, and he was a little dizzy at that moment. He leaned the permanent bike, which always "creaked" like a slider, against the side of the road, crouched down and fiddled.

Suddenly, the two of them came closer, Wu Chu got up to make way, and he knew that it was Ma Si Tu who was coming.

Ma Si Tu is actually not brightly dressed, a long-sleeved shirt with grass green cesium, a green skirt, and green sandals are a slender green. Wu Chu tried to look at her, her face was like dew drops on lotus leaves, crystal clear, reflecting the red sun. This plain face was like a sunflower, always looking up to the man to her right.

She completely entrusted herself to him, she didn't look at the road at all, she was completely carried by him, and naturally it was impossible to look at Wu Chu.

She had been holding his arms with both hands, and they were walking side by side from a distance, but they seemed to be one, as if they were moving alone.

Wu Chu would never notice Jian Luo's existence.

Ma Si regarded him as the sun in his heart, but Jian Luo himself seemed to be one with this purple cesium hill, and he would never attract attention.

Jian Luo, where he is, where is a painting, the scene is in the heart, the heart is in the painting, and he is the person in the painting.

He is another rookie in the painting world in addition to Li Mingyu, the ruthless eighteenth son of the sun and the moon. It's just that he doesn't focus on painting, so he doesn't become famous for painting, but his state of mind is already in the state of painting.

He walked slowly, only with the horses, without wind and rain, like a drop of painting flowing in the landscape.

Wu Chu's eyes were full of the charming grace of the horse, and he didn't notice him moving at all. Getting closer, it was like suddenly revealing a majestic mountain from the thick fog, this mountain slowly forced down, Wu Chu suddenly felt an incomparable power pressing down on him, and he actually felt suffocated.

Wu Chu's breath was paused.

They didn't pause for a moment because the big cadre Wu Churang was on the side of the road, and gently, they walked over.

The sound of the horses' feet was crunchy, and Jian Luo barely made footsteps.