"Fathers, fellow villagers, brothers and sisters, uncles, aunts, brothers-in-law, you ...... Listen to me. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoI have been poor since I was a child...... This has to start with my grandfather's generation...... Back then, my grandfather, when he was eight years old, died. I was left alone with my seven-year-old grandmother, who was only three years old, alone and starved. Finally, when my father was only six years old, my grandmother also passed away due to great stress. Misery fell on my young and ignorant father, who had to take care of his own sister, who was four years younger than him, in addition to his own life...... Folks, my father, it's not easy...... My father was forced by life to join the anti-Japanese team at a young age to fight the little devils...... "When I was talking about emotion, a fellow interrupted me?

"What is anti-Japanese? What is a little devil? Isn't it a big girl's day to resist? "This fellow, why is this thinking so improper? What age is this? Don't even know about anti-Japanese and little devils?

"That...... May I ask this fellow, what is the past? I stretched out two fingers and put on a small face, Wen Zou Zou said.

"What the hell are you trying to say?" The fellow despised me fiercely.

Hey, I'm so cultured, you still despise me? Don't you understand the past and the past? Haven't you read the Book of Songs? Actually, I haven't read the Book of Poetry, it's too long, it's all words, and the most important thing is that I still can't understand it. But, even though I couldn't understand it, I still remembered some of the words that expressed my noble personality in particular, such as the past and the past.

"It means...... What time is it? "Of course I don't dare to mock other people's fellow villagers to my face, after all, this is other people's territory, and if I am too arrogant, I will be easily beaten to death. Who knows what year it is, and if there is a law to protect me? If I am killed, no one cares, how desolate I am.

"Don't you know what year, what year? In the sixteenth year of the Republic of China, I don't know what the years are, and I still pretend to be a cultural person. Bah! "What is the illness of this man? I don't know what's so strange about the years? Phew, how high my cultural level is, I can scare him to death if I say it. Ever heard of college? Ever heard of Bachelor's? I'm a bachelor, you know?

Sixteen years of the Republic of China? What year was that? Is the little devil here? To fight or not to fight? Whatever the hell, I'll tell you my story...... Now I probably know that according to the age in the dream, I, a little Taoist priest, should be sixteen years old. It is now the sixteenth year of the Republic of China, that is to say...... I was born in the early years of the Republic of China, my God, what a commemorative birthday. Is it any wonder that I never seem to have braided my hair? It turns out that I am a native of the Republic of China. In the sixteenth year of the Republic of China, is Lu Hongling still alive? I really want to see what it's like for her to sing.

"Okay, okay, don't interrupt, listen to me finish the story. The little devil is the little devil, a very peculiar creature, a creature that is short, ugly, and has a big bad heart. It doesn't matter, you don't know now, it really doesn't matter. Someday, you'll know how hated this creature is. My father fought these strange creatures to protect you. That year, too, my age, only sixteen, left behind my elderly mother and his poor sister, and went to war alone. I went and never came back. Woo woo woo ......" Speaking of the emotional part, I burst into tears, looked at the sky with great grievance, and continued to flicker with resentment and hatred: "Two years after he went to the battlefield, I was born. When I was young, I would always listen to my mother tell me stories about my father. How he fought, and how he died on the battlefield. That year, my father's army was responsible for guarding an important hill. As the only sniper in the army, my father became the absolute main force of the garrison. His marksmanship is amazing, eight hundred miles away, and he can finish off a devil with one shot. Hundreds of thousands of little devils fell under his god-like gun. Until one day, he met a sniper of the devil, and the two fought anxiously for three days and three nights, and neither dared to close their eyes, for fear that if they were not careful, they would be blown up by the other party. The two of them went back and forth, firing more than 300 shots at each other, and finally at the dawn of the fourth day, the final decisive battle was held. Both stood up at the same time and fired a quick bullet at each other. Then, both of them were shot at the same time and slowly fell to the ground. Before he died, his father was smiling, because he personally solved the devil's most powerful sniper. For the ancestors, for the compatriots, get rid of a strong opponent. Folks, you say, my father, is he great, is he a hero! "I said impassionedly, tears kept rolling down, it can be described as deep emotion, full of feelings, among the onlookers present, there are many people, but also shed sad tears for my story. They don't even know what a little devil is, but they can still be moved by my flawed story, which shows how deep my acting skills are.

The villagers were silent, and not one of them spoke, bowing their heads, pondering something. What the hell are they thinking? How far is 800 miles? How did an eight-year-old grandfather give birth to a father? Sixteen-year-old father and elderly mother? Or have hundreds of thousands of little devils been killed, and who else? Sure enough, there's so much to think about. But I can't give them a chance to breathe, I want to take away their thinking space in one fell swoop, let them be moved by my story, and willingly hand over all the money in their pockets to me.

"That's not all, my father is gone, my mother is pulling me alone, and my sister is my aunt...... Under this heavy burden, life is miserable. Often the family can't even eat a mouthful of food, and when I was young, I was so hungry that I cried every day. This kind of hard life lasted for three years, until that day, I was playing at the door and was patted away by an old Taoist priest who photographed flowers. From then on, I lived an even more miserable life. Not only did I not have enough to eat, but I was beaten every day, and I was ......beaten every day" Speaking of this, I thought of my tragic fate in reality, since I was deceived by the old liar Brain Hole, I really haven't eaten much, and I am beaten every day, and I am beaten more than once a day. How miserable I am, when I said it, I was moved by my own fate, so I cried more sadly, more emotionally, and more realistically: "That master, let me work for him every day, ask me to practice every day, and beat me out of anger whenever something goes wrong." Not only him, but he also called my two brothers to beat me together. It was said to give them practical experience. When I was young, I was covered in bruises and pains all day long. But every time, when I think of my elderly mother, I grit my teeth and persevere. Once the days of such suffering have passed, it will be more than ten years. Today, we went out to work with Master, but unfortunately the boat capsized in the gutter. The four of us were masters and apprentices, and we poured blood mold together. Master and brother died on the spot, and I was the only one who escaped alive. But he has been left here, with no food and clothing, and no relatives. The cups are bigger than the other, interlocking, and they never spare anyone...... "The story is over, and I really can't make it up."

I lowered my head and secretly rejoiced, but I didn't expect that my Chinese grades were not good when I was in school, and I made up stories one by one. I'm a genius...... (To be continued.) )