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He stayed in front of the dilapidated house, standing helplessly in the cold wind amid the laughter of the people, feeling defeated. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He originally wanted to write something and submit it to the magazine to get some money, but the manuscript that was submitted was like a mud cow into the sea, and it didn't even bubble.

Now, people have walked into the small mountain village, standing in front of Dahongmen, looking at him and smiling. In the eyes of the people, Saza's plan must have failed, and he could not pursue his dreams, so he could only live with the flow like them. In their opinion, this is the only way to be reasonable. Now, people stand there and watch Saza, flaunting the beautiful clothes and fine leather shoes they have just bought from the bazaar. As they did so, they laughed and sneered.

Sasa stayed in front of the door of his house, looking at the sky amid the laughter of the people, and wondered what to do.

According to local customs, during the New Year's holidays, men have to go to women's places to pay New Year's greetings, give some gifts, and say something. However, at this time, Saza didn't say to give gifts, and it was impossible to even speak, for fear that Long Wabo would know, and he was afraid that Bad Dan would know.

Fortunately, Lian'er is not in this small mountain village, but outside, so that he does not have such troubles. But that's not good. If you don't give a gift, how can you walk into Lian'er's house? How can you get along with her?

Lian'er is so good-looking, he doesn't give gifts, doesn't say a few kind words to her family, laugh with her or something, so what else will there be between him and Lian'er? While thinking like this, he stood in front of the door of his dilapidated house and looked bitterly into the distance, and couldn't help but whisper, "Thinking of the world and the world, I am alone and crying!" ”

At this time, Long Wabo came out of his house, walked past the door of Sasa's dilapidated house, and without saying a word, he sang a song very proudly, and kept walking forward, and walked to Lian'er's beautiful house. Seeing that Long Wabo is like this, what can Sasa do, is he not allowed to go? He doesn't have that power. He had no choice but to watch helplessly as Long Wabo walked along the small country dirt road amid the incessant laughter of the people, and gradually, he died under a big tree and went into Lian'er's house. Fortunately, at this time, Lian'er is not at home, so she doesn't have to worry about Long Wabo molesting her or something.

Sasa stayed in front of the door of his house for a while, and did not dare to stay there, and the bad Dan appeared there, and kept gossiping with everyone, and from time to time took out a rusty kitchen knife from his bosom, and gestured at Sasa. But Saza was not afraid. He wasn't worried about it. He was afraid that Lian'er would be implicated. When the people saw that the bad man kept holding a knife at Sazar, they couldn't help but laugh again, which means that you will not be a poet in the future. Saza wondered why he couldn't be a poet. Is this any harm to people?

He didn't dare to stay there any longer, so he went into his dilapidated room, sat on a cold bench, and listened to the roar of the wind, as the people stood outside and chattered. At this time, he heard Qiang Qiangbo walking past the door of his house as he spoke, saying hello to the people, but he walked straight by, and went somewhere.

"Whose gift is this? It's so good-looking. A man asked Qiang Qiangbo like this.

"Long Wabo sent it to me."

……

Long Wabo gave Qiang Qiangbo a gift. But he did nothing, and when the year was approaching, he couldn't help but sit on the cold bench and sigh and even cry. He hated himself for being useless, that he couldn't give gifts to Qiangqiangbo, and that he couldn't go and say something nice to him. While thinking like this, he kept slapping himself, almost swelling his face, so that he didn't dare to go out to meet people. He had to stay there alone, in a cold wind, and he didn't know what to do.

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