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The sun is moving west before you know it, and it's time to go home and coax the moon out of the palace after work. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The thin pole is a "rich second generation", maybe a "rich fifth generation" or even a "rich sixth generation", and he has also gone home.

It is said that "no more than three riches", but because of the noble blood, "Dad is a hero"!

Anyway, it's been like this throughout the ages.

Anyway, the tall and slender pole, surrounded by all the slaves, mounted the tall horse and went home.

He came the day before yesterday, he came yesterday, he came today, he will definitely come tomorrow, he likes the satisfaction of showing off, the feeling of being looked up to when he stands out from the crowd.

A few of the little shepherds went home, driving their own sheep and other people's sheep, and went home.

There was only one little shepherd, who had no intention of going home, and was lying in a thick pile of soft grass, sleeping deeply, with a smug smile and a satisfied smile at the corners of his mouth.

Thinking day and night, can many wishes or hopes only be fulfilled in dreams?

Maybe!

An unknown little insect flew over and flew over, not waking up the dreamer, what a dream!

"Where are you, Hugon?"

"Son, where are you?"

A voice like a broken gong, from far to near.

A broken look!

Looking up, the head is shaved bright and shiny, like an incandescent light bulb of 100 degrees, and a lock of hair is left on each sideburn, which is already gray, curled, stained with grass foam, and has not washed his hair since birth.

Looking down, the robe was on the left side, with a round neck and narrow sleeves, the robe and trousers were so dirty that I don't know what color they were, and there was a pair of broken boots that had been worn out, and I couldn't tell if they were leather or cloth.

He was looking for his late son, the only son, for a long time, from the westward setting of the sun to the setting of the sun.

Finally, with the last rays of light on the horizon, he spotted his familiar little black dot.

A warm current mixed with apologies hits my heart, this is father's love.

"Son, why are you sleeping here, your mother called you home for dinner."

He called softly, his expression tired, he had been searching for a long time, and he had taken a lot of wronged paths, but there was not the slightest hint of annoyance.

No matter which dynasty or generation, success or failure, rich or poor, the father is a stinky virtue, at least in China, he would rather starve and freeze himself, but also let his children be fed and clothed, as much as possible.

"What are you doing, what are you calling me for! What delicious food can we have in our house, what delicious food can you give me! I was dreaming that someone was giving me the sun and the moon in his hand, and the moon had swallowed it, and it was a shame that you woke me up just half of the sun. You pay for it, pay me half the sun. ”

Hu Xuangon rubbed his sleepy eyes as he crawled out of the haystack, with traces of saliva on the corners of his mouth and a dissatisfied look on his face.

"This child, this child, talks nonsense every day, and can believe it in dreams. How big a mouth do you have to grow to swallow the sun! This kid, this kid, hey, hey, hey......"

The father pretended to be angry, and at the same time carefully slapped off a few straw sticks hanging on his son's body, as well as the little grass foam on his hair.

"Carry me, I can't walk."

"Good! Good! Daddy carries you, daddy carries you! ”

Some of the son's demands, even some seemingly unreasonable demands, are often willing in the father's heart.

"Dad, I heard that I was on the road on the day I was born, and there was no water, it was water rolled out of ruts, right?"

"Hmm!"

"Dad, I heard that on the day you gave birth to me, you picked up two barrels of wine from the grass, didn't you?"

"Hmm!"

The son was lying on his father's back, chattering, he especially hoped that he was not an ordinary person, the child's thoughts.

The father only replied vaguely.

At this moment, in this situation, his heart is full of guilt, it is the guilt of a father - this child can't eat enough, he is light on his back, it would be nice if he could be fatter.

At this moment, in this situation, he must never have dreamed that this fluttering son, after a few years, when he grew up, almost ruined a great dynasty.

This child, named Hu Xuangon, is the future Jelu Yixin!!!

There is "Liao History: The Fortieth Biography of Lie" as evidence: Yelu Yixin, the character Hu Xuangon, a member of the Five Academies. Father Diera, the family is poor, and he doesn't give it, and the ministry is called "Poor Diera". At the beginning, the mother of Yixin was pregnant, and she dreamed of fighting the sheep at night and plucking its horns and tails. After occupying it, the sorcerer said, "This is a good omen." The sheep has its horns and tail as the king's word, and you have a son to be the king. "And Yi Xinsheng, suitable for the road, no water to bathe, back to the rut, suddenly see a spring. Diera thinks he has a son, wants wine to celebrate, smells the fragrance of wine, and gets two trees between the grass and thorns, because of the sacrifice to the east. Yi Xin young wisdom. Taste the shepherding to the sun, look at it, and sleep in Yixin. Feeling the touch, Yi Xin said angrily: "He surprised me! I have eaten the moon, and I have eaten the moon. "Diera does not let the sheep be shepherded.

It's off topic again, so let's talk about this guilty father.

It was from that moment that he decided to let his son study, and like every unsuccessful father, he hoped that his son would get ahead, sleep in the old cat's room, and pass it on from generation to generation.

On this day, quietly, only three cats were running around the broken felt house.

Both father and mother went to herd the sheep, and they didn't want their only son to do it anymore.

"Are you a fool?"

A bland question frightened the bearded man who was sitting in the doorway in a daze, and he raised his head in horror.

The person in front of him, although the two strands of hair on his temples are completely white, are combed meticulously, and he looks like a particular person. Two small eyes squinted into slits, but the light revealed was tired, at first glance it was a person who liked to stay up late, and the nightlife was very rich, but I didn't know what the content was.

You don't have to move your toes, you just need to stretch out five fingers to figure it out, and an old man who takes the initiative to talk to a child in broad daylight is very suspicious.

Don't talk to strangers, this is a piece of advice that every mother will give to her children.

Thinking of this, Hu Xuangon became a little smug, and admired his good qualities of being able to see everything and not be afraid of danger.

"Who are you? Are you my uncle you haven't met? ”

As he spoke, this man, who was only five or six years old, was so excited that he blushed and had a thick neck, stood up enthusiastically, and put on a posture of "a good horse is out of his legs, a good person is out of his mouth, and he will send you three miles of land without eating".

This time it's the turn of this strange old man to get confused, is it the wrong door? Could it be that you are looking for the wrong person? At such an age, why did a nephew suddenly appear for no reason, maybe a son will appear in a while.

"No, I've not been in the mood to pick up girls for more than ten years, even if it's an occasional bubble, it still has to take strict measures."

I thought about it for a long time, and I felt impeccable, so I put my mind at ease.

He is silent, he is silent, and the content of silence is different!

His silence is to examine whether there are unforgivable loopholes in the process of picking up girls.

His silence is a review of his emergency response ability and methods in case of sudden accidents, which can also be regarded as skills.

The results of silence are also not the same.

His heart was calm, as calm as a horse.

His heart was even more worried, like a bucket up and down.

"What should I do? What the hell should I do? ”

Hu Xuangon asked over and over again in his heart.

"Heroes don't suffer immediate losses, run!"

I believe that such words are also a piece of advice that every father will tell his children.

So what are you waiting for, run if you want to!

Thinking of this, Hu Xuangon stood up suddenly, like a blindfolded little donkey, without any sense of direction, jumping high and about to run.

"Oh, my forehead is a mother, why can't I move."

My heart was excited, it's over!

"Let go of me, let go of me!"

The little shepherd was anxious.

"Oh my god!"

A scream, a terrible scream.