This is the idea that Ma Si Tu came up with. www.biquge.info She had long wanted to leave everything behind, and followed him alone, and walked along the long river, and so on, until she reached the foot, until he relented, and saw where they would stay.

As long as she walks like this, she can be a lifelong person.

It's all said, if the scenery of the place where she stays is good, she will stay there for a day, and she is not allowed to eat at noon, so Jian Luo is only allowed to count her well, and see how many bowls she can shovel with this large stack of tiles.

How many bowls she shoveled out today, she will cook for him in her life!

This is her engagement to him!

Every time a tile jumps on the surface of the water, it is a bowl.

How many bowls she can get depends not only on the feel of her hand, but also on the strength of his hand, and how many broken tiles he can hold.

Of course, it also depends on the conditions of the stretch of the river where they will stay.

Ma Xi's cooking skills are obtained from Uncle Ma, the kitchen god of Longwang Town, which is the supreme family tradition, and every bowl can be sold at a high price.

Whoever can eat her master spoon kitchen for a lifetime, then die beautifully!

If Jian Luo can have such an opportunity, he won't want to drag the tip of his tongue out of his throat in this life.

- I'm going to swallow my tongue every time anyway, haha!

Quietly waiting for the two of them to walk by, Wu Chu exhaled for no reason, and pushed the bicycle to the east.

The sense of oppression that Jian Luo brought to him lingered for a while. He couldn't help but wonder: it was hard to imagine how a man like Jian Luo could hide in the fog of Ma Hu's charm, why didn't he show off his true self?

The strength or skill of Ma Tu is really not small, and Jian Luo can break through the dense fog at any time and show his own might, Wu Chu deeply understands the unstoppable power of that might, and the more he thinks about it, the stronger the feeling.

In fact, Jian Luo's clothes are very eye-catching, his shirt is snow-white, and it is not spotless. The hem of his shirt was tucked into a short scarf, his two long feet were red, not inferior to the morning glow, and a pair of his foam sandals stepped on the road, like stepping on cotton, playing a silent picture sound.

2★.

When Wu Chu saw him, his left hand was bent over to the horse, and his right hand was bent at his waist, holding a large stack of worn tiles, which almost touched his chin, but never next to his white shirt.

From Jian's house in Jianluoqiao, to the small river, there are also a few miles away, just holding it with one hand, at least thirty pounds, and he has never changed hands, but he is as light as nothing.

He had always walked steadily, so lightly that he would never waver in Tova's hand, for the horse was firmly at his side.

Jian Luo was originally very stable, he used the wooden barrel that could hold one hundred and forty catties of water, and filled it with water to climb to the top of Ma'anshan, the highest mountain in the entire Majiagou, and he would not waste a tael. With the horses, he is more stable, and his mind is at ease.

Enlightened at the age of six, he went to college nine years later, and now Jian Luo is only twenty years old, and he can't be called a man yet.

Wu Chu is a man, a thirty-year-old strong man, a veteran with a high school education, he is the top of many skills in the army, and after returning to his hometown, he has also been trained for a long time, and has grown into the most shining and promising cadre in the town, powerful and martial, and capable, according to the face of Jian Luo, a college student who has just left school, his feeling should be the opposite.

However, the coercion that Jian Luo gave him did not decrease for a long time, until he saw Yan Shun.

Yan Shun saw the two of them before Wu Chu, and watched Jian Luo and Ma Si cross the small stone bridge and walk downstream along the Yuyin Road by the river.

What he saw was their backs, he didn't feel like Wu Chu, he just seemed to be a little strange, as if he was wondering why the sun and the moon came together.

He parked his motorcycle at the head of the bridge, took out a windproof lighter from his fashionable floral silk shirt bag, lit a red plum cigarette and smoked it slowly, he saw Jian Luo and Ma Si Tu from the smoke ring. He only glanced at it, not very interested, and looked towards where they had come from.

He is a very modern person, who deserves to be enjoyed, and never falls behind, but he is waiting for the dignitary who deliberately maintains a hard and simple style, and also wears a straight mountain on a hot day.

3★.

He wanted to see the man who had deliberately broken the bike to push it away.

If he saw Wu Chu squatting down and fiddling with the bicycle again, he would immediately understand that Wu Chu was not repairing the car, but that he was squeaking that the squeak was not loud enough, and he was amplifying the sound, hehe!

He just had to wait for him. He can't wait, he is Wu Chu's shadow, Wu Chu's abacus, he always steps behind Wu Chu, and he is about to become Director Wu Chu's accountant.

Usually, he always rode a motorcycle, slowly and carefully following Wu Chu's bicycle.

If you ask who is the number one master of slow motorcycle riding in Longwang Town, it is naturally Yan Shunyan, the chief accountant.

He didn't dare to ask Director Wu to take his motorcycle, one was that he couldn't be in front of his boss, and the other was that he knew his own business, his own rival stock was always not sitting properly, and he liked to wipe his hands on the rival stock.

If your own shares are not clean, how can you let the leaders sit behind your own shares?

Yan Shun was short and fat, he followed behind the tall Director Wu, like a pillar of Director Wu's stool, it seemed that Wu Chu could sit on his head at any time.

The red plum smoke with a mouth is a big cut longer than Yan Shun's fat fingers.

When the third cigarette burned to the length of his finger, he finally saw a cloud of darkness slowly swaying on the elm ****, knowing that his lucky star was about to arrive. He began to cultivate a smiley face, and while fainting from the smoke, he squeezed out wrinkles, and his laugh lines seemed to be wrinkled by smoke rings, foggy but unreal.

The cigarette slowly burned out, and the smile lines on his face were all over his face, and he finally heard a creaking sound like a slide bar.

Without a haircut, he threw away the cigarette stocks, clapped his hands, wiped them on the horn behind the stocks, and stepped forward.

4★.

"Hey, what's wrong with you!" Ma muttered at Jian Luo. She only hopes that Jian Luo will be like a frosted rape flower, that will be better, and she will be able to stand tall when the sun rises.

But Jian Luo sat for a long time, and he didn't even move his mouth, so he didn't really become a stone!

Jian Luo was preoccupied.

The more talent you have, the more you want to think about it.

But Jian Luo was not thinking about talent at this time, he was feeling the meaning behind the picture.

What he was thinking was, "Xiaoxiao, you can also look at those tiles that are in the water." The same is from your hands, the same gives so much power, the same bend of water, too frivolous, can jump out of the circle will not be too much, and too heavy, but can not jump out of a circle, will sink forever, only those edges and corners are more sleek, not too thick and not light than thin, in order to jump the farthest, only the most happy! This is the world! In this world, too generous may not work. ”

Jian Luo thought so in his heart, but he didn't say it, I don't know if he is like Wang Erye, he has a congenital mouth seal that is very tight.

"......" Ma is a clever but emotionally brainless person, she doesn't have so much sentimentality.

I was very unaccustomed to Jian Luo's language, Jian Luo didn't answer, and couldn't stop her questioning: "Hey, what do you want to do, I'm talking to you." The horse threw out another tile before he went over and shook Jian Luo's hand, "Did I do something wrong?

"People are not stones!" Jian Luo finally spoke, "People are not tiles!"

"Yes, yes!" she didn't really know what he was thinking, "just like you were before, sitting there dry like a dumb man, what's the difference between a stone, not a stone, but a stone." ”

"Maybe some people are, but I'm not!" said Jian Luo, standing up.

Tiles, no matter how happy they jump and how many circles they jump into, they are still sown by that hand. Thinking that the tiles were like the fate of most people in this world, Jian Luo really thought about petrifying. If he had a paintbrush in his hand, would he be able to draw the philosophy of these tiles?

Perhaps, if you want to paint, you have to draw a picture that is still unfinished, and if you don't know it, you don't have to force it to be clear.

Can he have hazy poetry, can't I use impressionism?

5★.

Separated by mountains and water, the Chen family and the Jian family are inseparable from the secret comparison that has been passed down for hundreds of years.

He already knew that the second son of the Chen family could express all kinds of wonderful reasons in words, and he thought that he couldn't do it with a paintbrush.

Is it not as talented as his, or is it in the wrong way?

Jian Luo didn't want to be similar to that person, so he didn't focus on literature, his writing talent was no worse than that person, otherwise it would be impossible to come up with so much from the tiles that were lost.

Ma Tu will not be in a hurry to reason with him about the crutches in the middle, don't look at the morning with him all the way, she is almost attached to him, so I mistakenly think that she is a gentle person who is a bird, not a man!

It's not that she doesn't know how to be tender, but that's not her usual way, she doesn't usually play tenderness with him, as she does now: "You are stones! stinky and hard stones!" she cried out twice, and her slender fingers picked up a stone the size of a sea bowl and smashed it into the water, and the water splashed so loudly that it jumped high.

"Heha! You are a bucket, not a bowl, you have to count a hundred bowls! According to this amount, according to my amount of food, you have to cook with me for a thousand years!" Of course, Jian Luo really has to count the bowls with her, Jian Luo is the most famous talent in Dragon King Town, and his academic skills are high and deep, so high that there is no sharp tip and no bottom, he doesn't seem to be attentive, and naturally he has his ability to remember that a bowl is not bad.

There are even countless people saying that Jian Luo is like Chief Engineer Chen's second in talent, he is more like Chief Engineer Chen's biological son than Yuelong and Yueping, if they become father and son, then they are the best two masters!

Ma Si smiled sweetly, so happy that her undisguised joy filled all the bowls she had scooped out: "I knew that I would rely on you for ten lifetimes!"

Jian Luo's happiness suddenly burst into hair, like a big water flowing into a small river: "I also know that I will eat you for the rest of my life, and you are the horse I can never leave without!"

They are the only ones in the vast sea of people, and they will definitely not be the same as the Chen family.