If my father behaves rightly and sits upright, he can be respected by people wherever he goes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThose gossip rarely fall on his head, and even our family members are rarely disturbed by those gossip.

But when I was a child, they were a little distant, they didn't dare to make jokes about my father, but they seemed to like to play tricks on me.

Ever since my parents had my eldest brother, they wanted to add a girl to their hearts. The mother's second child was a baby boy, and on the eve of the mother's birth, she lost him when she was harvesting wheat straw under the moon in the middle of the night.

When it came to me, what they were waiting for was not what they wanted the most, so they gave me the name of Yueyun and raised me as a girl, and I was even more shy than a girl.

Yueping's name was later chosen by myself, and at that time there were articles on board newspapers and periodicals, and it was popular to use pen names.

My father's stonemasons were always playing tricks on me. My father has a lot of things to do, and he focuses on design and construction, writing and signing contracts, and it is common for him to be absent from the masonry team for a long time. I was often thrown into the masonry team to let the uncles and uncles 'get an eye', and they had to go their own way, and to prevent me from running around and jumping out of danger, and the uncles would nail the corners of my clothes or feet to the ground with anvils, and make all kinds of amusements.

I remember not crying much after I was five years old.

They nailed me like a sheep, and made me cry out to make my voice louder.

After I cried, they left it alone and went about their business.

As they worked, they were talking crazy and bad, and I could understand from their tone that it was not a good thing, and it made me blush and my heart beat.

I blushed a thousand times more then than I do now.

They were happy when I blushed, and they made me redder with more outrageous words, and then they burst out laughing from time to time, louder than the sound of a sledgehammer. The laughter vibrated so much that the stone field was always dusty.

Laughing, laughing, finally laughing and having an accident.

That day, their masonry team leader had just lifted the sledgehammer high, and the afterglow of his eyes was aimed at my embarrassment, and a smile suddenly appeared, and he didn't hold back, and the sledgehammer fell and smashed his toes.

That was the first time the old dwarf in my memory was injured.

Then it was my turn to laugh at the way he walked.

I laughed from four to five. I probably listened to them so much of their crazy talk back then that I couldn't sift through the tone in my later novels.

2★.

But no matter how indulgent my tone is, it is not as good as the bad water of those uncles. If you don't believe me, you can walk around the areas I have written, and you will be guaranteed to feel it deeply.

The old dwarf was much more stupid than the current dwarf when he was young, he was an apprentice for eighteen years, and he couldn't make a sharp socket eye, either the steel tip could not be installed, or the steel tip was put in and poured, and each eye had to be cleaned by the master before it could be used.

He passed in and out of his master's old mill door several times, and he couldn't remember the number of times he was driven out of the door wall.

It's not that I saw that he was angry, he was good at carrying stones with brute force, and he was also down-to-earth, and he didn't take it seriously to make people laugh, and the stonemasons were happier with him, so they reluctantly stayed. Of course, another reason is that his family is poor, and his father loves the poor the most.

When the dwarf lady passed the door, the old man suddenly changed, not only opened underneath, but also opened his mind, very suddenly, his sharp socket eye hit well and fast, and soon surpassed his master, becoming the first master of the eyes under his father, only second only to his father, dominating the stone field for ten years, no one can surpass him.

When people asked him why he was like this, he couldn't come up with a reason.

So the rumors surrounding him were introduced, and there were various versions, and the most widely circulated was that the old dwarf imitated the treasure of his family. The stonemasons laughed at him, saying that it was thanks to the little lady's good eyes, better than all the women, that they were deep and tight.

With a good model, when the old man works during the day, he copies the one who works at night, and according to the book, he drills according to the eyes of the short lady wholeheartedly, so that he can have that level.

On the other hand, it can also be seen that the eyes of the short lady are more solid than other women, so that half a fool-like old dwarf can become a wizard.

Whenever people talk about this, the old man always hesitates, knows how to giggle, neither argues nor explains, and people assume that he is acquiescing.

This attitude of his strengthened people's wanton hair, and the 'snort' became more and more vigorous.

3★.

The urine bucket said, if the short lady followed him, maybe my urine bucket would have caught up with the master.

The old man he said was his father, and he was already an unattainable existence among craftsmen.

The stonemasons have long been very pleased with the subject, and have always talked about it, and there is not a day that they have missed and not mentioned.

These gossips spread out and didn't matter tightly, and those men with extremely strong curiosity in Gloom wanted to see and see, and there were more and more people who thought about her, and all kinds of ideas were on her, so that she finally couldn't resist it, and after stumbling once, she couldn't turn back.

Later, after the old dwarf's master and the dwarf lady's ditch hemp soup became known, they said that the master wanted to steal the apprentice's technology.

As for who is more powerful between the eyes of the short lady and the fire pot treasure that Wang Er Ye encountered, then I have to ask Wang Er Ye. But no matter what he said, he couldn't believe it all. Because this is in the area of '囋言子'.

This is a joke that ruined a good home, and that's a story for later.

In the purple hills of the Bashu Basin, there is a long-lived dwelling.

Eternal life, legacy and independence.

At that time, within a radius of 100 miles, there were only three thatched houses in his family's house, there was no neighbor on the left and no house on the right, and it was located alone in front of the hill bag, and the hill bag had a name, called Huang Lianzui, under the mouth of Huang Lian, there was only a small mountain bend, and there was also a name, called Mill House Bend, Mill House Bend, which was the eternal residence.

The legend of the Immortal Residence has been completed for more than 300 years, and by the end of the 90s of the 20th century, it was still alive!

The last three thatched huts in the world were named Longevity Residence when I helped the dwarf write a letter of courtship. Longevity is the biggest bargaining chip for the dwarf, because the men of their dwarf family have lived a long life for generations, at least more than one jiazi. It is said that when the Changshengju is at its most beautiful, there are five short old ladies sleeping on a bed, which is really obedient.

But this longevity residence itself has a name, and it is called longevity residence.

Eternal life, glory with helplessness, dreams with complexity and difficulty, I think it's better to change the name.

The old man disagreed, and the ancestral name could not be moved.

4★.

Changed the name, failed. The fate of the Immortal Dwelling stretched out as it was destined to be.

The old dwarf father and son were actually not short, they were more than three feet higher than the eaves of their house, and only a little less than a foot shorter than the roof of their house. The eaves on both sides are much lower than their height, perhaps the father and son are not very afraid to stretch their waists at home, for fear that their heads will go out of the roof if they are not careful, and they have become a habit of being aggrieved, so they have a little bow on their backs, and they all straighten their waists when they go out. They don't argue much with people outside.

It's that the old dwarf has become a poop ear, a turtle braincase, even if it has turned green from head to face, he has never looked for anyone's bad luck.

The title of the dwarf is ancestral, just like the strangest speaking stonemason has been called the urine bucket for generations, and the 'urine bucket that does not dry up' means that there are a lot of words and smells;

When there is a biological descendant, his nickname will automatically add an old word, if his father is still alive, it is two old words, such as the old dwarf's father is the old man, he is in a hurry to the venue, stupid squatting and lost, if the old dwarf's father is still there, to be qualified to be called a short old man, to the dwarf old man's father, in order to be called a short old lady. Think about it, there are five short old ladies sleeping on a bed at the same time, what kind of longevity does the oldest one have?

Although Melanle Gou is the hometown of longevity, after several consecutive difficult years, there are very few people who can rise to the old man's generation.

Above the old man, there is also the old lady. The third old lady in the big courtyard of the old peasant association is.

This division of generations is too complicated, and in the memoirs of the old dwarf, it is impossible to follow them one by one, so it is often confused.

When there is more than one boy in the same generation, it is necessary to rank, for example, the three sons of the old miller are the big grinder, the second grinder and the third grinder.

If there is no title, it is generally passed on intermittently, and the middle cannot be connected. If someone prospers in the middle of this, the title has been broken, and they will replace it with a surname, such as the He family, this generation has Dahe, Erhe, Sanhe, and Sihe. Their father is Lao He.

5★.

This He family is an unlucky surname, especially this generation, this He family, and four men came one after another, think about the word 'He Si', how unlucky? So the He family is more and more flattering and unpleasant, but whenever there is a happy event in any family, they He family's gifts are not received, and the wedding banquet is also not sat by them, and people would rather trouble to send food and drink to his family than receive them. That's an afterword.

The title of family heirloom is like the family name, which cannot be lost from generation to generation, which is a major folk feature of Sorrowfulgou.

The only exception seems to be my family, and my family's title is that of a big landlord, a title of a big landlord that has been passed down for hundreds of years, has been whitewashed by my father and is gone.

Why did the short lady become a sao bag woman, no one can say.

That year, the old dwarf and his father were sixty years old, and they had to overcome the great hurdle that every generation of men in their dwarf family had to pass, and the old dwarf suffered a serious illness and died of a short vein.

The urine bucket pinched his fingers pretendically, and pointed out that the dwarf should have appeared at that time, and the old dwarf was to blame for missing that good opportunity on that night ten months ago.

Their father and son guarded three thatched huts, two of them were two of them, and they were not enough to eat and drink, and the whole family was full when they ate.

The old man was a good man, but no woman was willing to get into his thatched house. As he gets older and older, people think that he can't find a wife, and the immortal residence has been passed down for hundreds of years, and I am afraid that it will be cut off from him.

The old man grew to the age of twenty-eight, and his talent and energy reached the top, and his youth was restless.

He has long hands and feet, and often wears a fire-waisted vest, and walks in front of women. His exposed feet and shoulder muscles were tanned red, strong and full of strength, and the thick manly breath spread strongly from the holes in his clothes, and the women who washed the clothes brushed him with their eyes from time to time.

The old dwarf's excess energy has not been scattered by a woman's hair, so he always scatters his hair into the twenty-four acres of weir pond not far from his home, and over time, his swimming skills are very long, although he is still 107,000 miles behind the three brothers of the fish and cat Wang family, but he can also swim around the weir pond without stopping.