Think about the moon

Light ink and heavy makeup are a little sad,

Who do you talk to?

Love to the depths of tears,

It's just a big wind.

The flowers have no chance to see the flowers,

Cherish the jade and fear the jade,

I don't know how many years,

When the time passes, love is affectionate.

Affection is still in the mood for the Yi people,

Siyi people are hard to shake.

The heart is hard to move,

The gods are ethereal and sorrowful.

I don't dare to face the moon at night,

I'm afraid that the acacia pillow towel will be wet,

People float all over the world and their hearts are in Yi,

I don't see the beauty dying.

On the construction site, due to the worries of Yang and the three captains, the worker training program is also going smoothly, and the construction of the General's Villa is being completed by Xiang Xingxiu, and Jianming is relieved from his busyness, and he has nothing to do for a while, so he can only devote himself to the creation of the city model.

"Son, have a few drinks with me, I bought a cold beer, it's so hot, what are you doing in the workshop?"

"Oh, I'll be here in a moment."

"Hehe, I'll go and copy a few appetizers for your grandfather."

Lin Xiuying has been in a good mood recently, her son is out of breath, she doesn't have to worry about food and clothing, and she doesn't have to worry about money, and for the rest of her time, she just hopes that her son will get married as soon as possible, so that she can hold her grandson as soon as possible.

"Xiaoming, I'll come out soon, I'll help you turn on the wine, you are busy in the workshop every day, don't you feel hot?"

"Here, Dad, what's the matter with you?"

"Haha, stinky boy, seeing that it's almost summer vacation, you won't let her come over to play?"

"Who?"

"Stinky boy, just pretend, last time you went to work in prison, did you earn money for your daughter-in-law? Give her some money to spend, I don't object, but you should always let me meet your mother, right? You kid, spend 10,000 yuan to get married, don't tell us, and give your daughter-in-law pocket money, and don't tell us, but you can't stop us from meeting your daughter-in-law, right? ”

Jianming: "......"

10,000 yuan? Prison gives pocket money? The noun in the sword mountain pass stunned the sword for a while, are these two things related?

"Dad, who told you about the ...... and 10,000 yuan?"

"Yo, still don't admit it? Your kid went to school after the Chinese New Year and gave the little girl a card, which was exactly 10,000 yuan, and I knew this very well, and you kid couldn't rely on it. In addition, you went to work in the prison, and when you came back, I asked you for money, and your kid squeaked, first saying that he didn't make any money, and then said that he had spent it, and he must have called his daughter-in-law. ”

"I ......"

Jian Ming finally understood, when he came back from the women's prison that day, Jian Shan reached out to him to ask for money, and what he wanted to investigate was not to buy gifts for Geng and Yang, but to give him Shui Shirouka. But he really couldn't figure it out, how could Jianshan know these things?

"Dad, how do you know this? Lately, I don't seem to have spoken in my dreams, do you have any magical powers? ”

"Haha, supernatural powers are not counted, but it's okay to pinch your fingers and count some small things."

"Ahh

"Hehe, are you a simple person when you are Lao Tzu? To tell you the truth, Lao Tzu can know what you have done by pinching his fingers. ”

"Really?"

"Hmph, the girl who collected your money, her name is Shui Shirou, she is very beautiful in our town, right?"

"Ah, Dad, you can't really be a fairy, right?"

"Haha, it's not an immortal, it's barely a half-immortal."

"Oh, since you're so powerful, you don't need to ask me, just count it yourself, I'll go out to admire the moon."

Jianming picked up a bottle of beer and climbed onto the roof, when he was a child, during the summer vacation, the family often used to cool off on the roof in order to save electricity money. He likes to lie still under the stars, so he has put a small mosquito net on the warehouse and has been resting on the roof for the past few days.

Looking at the twinkling stars, Jian Ming began to think about the informant, but the more he thought about it, the more chaotic he became, only the two of them knew about the matter of sending Shui Shirou money, could it be that a thief or voyeur found out and told Jian Shan about it?

The more Jian Ming thought about it, the more chaotic it became, the cold beer poured into a good medicine to pour out his sorrows at this time, and after drinking half a bottle of wine, he unconsciously thought of Shui Shirou, and the sadness of lovesickness suddenly attacked, making him hurt, making him hurt, and making him write down his thoughts on the moon.

Love is the sweetest thing in the world, and it is also the most poisonous medicine in the world. If you can't get it, you will be like Cangyang Gyatso, trapped by love all your life, and you can only sigh empty: you are afraid that you will lose your feelings, and you are afraid that you will fall into the city by mistake. The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise.

At this time, Jian Ming almost fell into the magic barrier, if he didn't get it, Shui Shirou grew in his heart, from the first acquaintance to the present, after six years of wind and rain, she has never been far away. If you can say it, he has never held Su's hand, nor kissed Fang Ze, nor even received any formal promise from her, the two of them are thousands of miles apart, and their hearts are not tied together.

Jian Ming seems to have schizophrenia, and sometimes feels that Shui Shirou is very close, so close that it is in his heart; But sometimes he feels that Shui Shirou is far away, so far that she is in his heart, but he can't touch it. The anxiety of fear of loss, like a sharp knife, is always scratching his heart; But that ethereal promise, like a good medicine for flesh and bones, heals heartache in minutes.

A knife wound in a second, a healing in a second, the sword is tormented in this kind of day, six springs to autumn, thousands of dark nights sighing, missing the seal engraved with the soul, this pain is not known, it will last a few more autumns to spring. I have cried, hurt, complained, but I have never hated, I have hurt, tired, sighed, but I still love, although I don't know why?

"Stinky boy, get out of here, your mother has made you something to eat."

"Oh, right away."

Jian Ming wiped away his tears and drank the wine in the bottle in one go, not only was he not drunk, but he was more sober, and he drank a lot.

"Hey, you kid is crying, what's going on? We want money now, we can buy the garage if we want to, and besides, you are married, why are you crying? ”

"Haha, Dad, I choked on drinking, and I didn't cry at all. The weather is good today, I'll have a drink with you, and tomorrow doesn't matter anyway. ”

"Well, this is the son of filial piety, come, let's go one."

Jianshan has been lonely for a long time, although he is drinking every day, but he can't find a drinking partner, which makes him feel that he can't drink enough, and today Jianming agreed to drink with him, which really made him happy.

"Dad, you have nothing to do at home, you usually go out for a walk, aren't there many elderly people in the community? You also follow others to learn tai chi, play chess or something, and you hold it at home all the time, which is not conducive to your health. ”

"Alas, the old men in the city are stupid, Tai Chi plays so slowly, and he doesn't let him regret playing chess, it's really boring."

Jianming: "......"

This night, the sound of the sword suddenly erupted, and he drank four bottles of beer in a row, but he still did not get drunk.

"Haha, your kid has grown in alcohol, come, this last bottle, let's mix it evenly, it's time to go to bed after drinking it, it's not early."

The father and son drank a pack of beer, the old one had no problem, and slept soundly and sweetly, while the younger one vomited in his sleep, and he was afraid that he would not be able to react in three days.