Chapter Seventy-Eight: Jianting Myrrh Doctor
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Hearing someone calling his name outside, Le Lang hurriedly walked out.
When he came to the front hall, he saw the old carpenter Ziche Jingchuan and Huang Laodao chatting together, he asked, it turned out that Ziche Jingchuan had done all the materials to build the pavilion, and he could already start building the pavilion. Last time Lelang they went to the mountain to pick down the wood has been dried and done, but because of the rain for a while, it has been delayed, there has been no time to build, these days it looks like a sunny day, just come over and let Le [***] people get the pavilion foundation, he can build a pavilion.
Ziche Jingchuan chatted with Huang Laodao for a while and then left, and when he left, he told Le Lang to get the foundation done earlier, so that he could build the pavilion. Le Lang listened and nodded in agreement.
The next morning, he went to find someone to dig the foundation, and poured a hard foundation with cement and steel bars, and then used the handlebar to pull over the wood that was placed in the heirloom of Zichejing.
Le Lang walked inside, only to see the whole pavilion painted in a simple red sandalwood color, the pavilion was covered with golden glazed tiles, there were some chairs around, there was an entrance and exit left before and after, Ziche Jingchuan also built a layer of wooden planks on the water surface of the entrance and exit of the pond, you can sit on the wooden board when fishing, just the lotus leaf in the corner of the pond spit out the tender green bud tip, and the bitter bamboo bamboo shadow on the side is swaying, which is very pleasing to the eye.
The floor in the pavilion was a smooth stone floor, and it was cold to sit on the ground, and Ziche Jingchuan also used the remaining materials to make him a table of eight immortals and a few chairs, and put them in the middle of the pavilion. The pavilion is painted with the pilgrimage map of the five immortals, and there are some fairy character stories painted all around, which is very good-looking, but this is not painted by Ziche Jingchuan, he does not have that skill, but a painter in the village who specializes in painting Taoist temples.
It is said that the folk are strange, this is true, Xiaoxi Village is well-known for its painting, and all villages and even other places know his reputation, now no matter which village to build a temple to paint, look for him, the characters he paints are lifelike, especially good at painting fairy characters, Le Lang used to take the drawing paper and let him draw all the gods down the idea, but in the end somehow it didn't work.
After the pavilion was completed, Le Lang invited a large group of people to come over and drink, and the drink lasted until late at night.
Sitting at the head of the bed, Siye was silent, Le Lang looked at the little starlight that shot into the house, leaning on the head of the bed, and didn't know what he was thinking.
"Buzz"
The sound of vibrating came from the mobile phone placed next to the bed, and he always turned it on at night so as not to wake up Saburo. He opened his phone, it was a text message, opened it and looked: "Is the pavilion built?" ”
On an inexplicable dark night, Cai Shaoqing thought about it again and again and sent a text message to Le Lang, and it didn't take long to receive his reply, which made her finally relieved. As soon as the pass of twenty-six, seventy-eight mature men and mature women was opened, it was suddenly like a thunderbolt stirring the earth, and it was out of control. As a result, a few text messages every night have become an essential part of their lives. Although there are no words such as mountain alliances, sweet words, or words such as love and love, being my girlfriend or boyfriend, a few light greetings every day have narrowed the distance between them in their hearts.
"It's built, and today you invited a large group of people to drink and celebrate? What about you, what's wrong? Le Lang replied unhurriedly by pressing the letters on his phone.
On the other side of the strait, in a large and gorgeous room, Cai Shaoqing was lying on the bed in pajamas, her exquisite and beautiful body drew a perfect arc under the cover of pajamas, she supported her chin with one hand, and quickly pressed the words on the keyboard of her mobile phone with the other, "Well, I'm so tired, I'm so tired after a day of acting, and no one comforts me." ”
In fact, it is quite easy to play a brother play, except for the usual rehearsals that are a little harder, the performance on stage is all over again, and there are a lot of bullshit things that are not going to be ng or anything if you don't make movies and television, that is, the salary is lower than filming.
"Really, then go to bed early, don't go to bed too late." Seeing the slight complaint sent by Cai Shaoqing, Le Lang smiled slightly and replied. I have to say that Le Lang is a layman in terms of feelings, if he is a master of picking up girls, he will not hesitate to attack sweetly, but he doesn't.
"Well, good night."
"Good night."
Seeing the two words sent by Le Lang, Cai Shaoqing couldn't help frowning and said, "The guy who doesn't understand the amorous feelings." But the whirling and happy "Lala" sang a ballad that only she could understand, and after singing and dancing happily in bed for a while, she turned off the light and went to sleep, and the moodiness of the woman was vividly interpreted at this moment.
Cai Shaoqing just turned off the lights and went to sleep, ignoring her good sister Yu'er and taking a bath in the bathroom. After Yu'er took a bath, she saw that the room was dark, so she turned on the light, and when she saw Cai Shaoqing lying on the bed with a sweet smile, she couldn't help but shake her head, this person has no medicine
"Oh, oh, oh"
The next morning, Le Lang was woken up by the sound of chickens, since these guys could crow, he didn't sleep peacefully, turned over, scolded a few words secretly, and fell asleep in a daze. Fortunately, there are only five of these roosters left, otherwise he would have had a good time.
When I woke up again, the sun was already on my buttocks, and San Lang next to me had already run away without a trace, washed his face and brushed his teeth, walked down, and came to the front hall, only to see Lao Dao and Monkey and Shen Huiyun sitting there chatting, while San Lang was playing on the side.
"Have you eaten?" Le Lang asked Lao Dao.
"By the time you get up, you'll starve to death." Huang Laodao glanced at him and said.
What Lao Dao said, Le Lang directly took it as the wind in his ears, turned his head to San Lang and asked, "Did San Lang eat it?" ”
"I ate it, the old Taoist cooked it." Saburo was playing happily with a wind-up toy bug over there, and when he heard Le Lang ask, he turned around and replied.
After listening to Saburo's words, Le Lang walked into the kitchen, took a basin and filled a pot of rice, walked out, and asked the monkey while eating, "Why did you come so early today." ”
"Brother Lang, it's ten o'clock, it's still early." The monkey listened to Le Lang's words and almost didn't fall.
"The sun is all drying your buttocks, it's still early, alas, today's young people, so lazy to eat, it's really no medicine." After Lao Dao finished speaking, he threw off his clothes angrily, turned around and walked out shaking his head, and he didn't know where he went.
Watching Huang Laodao go away, Le Lang turned around and said to the monkey sneakily: "Don't mind, this old man has been suffering from senile menopausal syndrome recently, and it will be fine after a while." "If Huang Laodao heard Le Lang slandering him like this here, he would have to fight with him.
"Ah," the monkey and Shen Huiyun looked at each other when they heard this, feeling very incredible, thinking to themselves that it didn't look like it.