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Uncle Mao Hua bought a small toy at the bazaar, and got on the old sailor's ship, and sat in the cabin chatting with people incessantly, and from time to time he laughed loudly, so that the guy sitting not far away fell to the ground with a smile.

"Cut off the skull, laugh, laugh at your mother's x!" Uncle Mao Hua watched Lao Si scold loudly, so that Lao Si sat respectfully on the long bench, and gradually, almost fell asleep.

Uncle Mao Hua chatted with an old woman in her sixties, known as Xiaomei, who grew up by the river, but could not swim. However, she was quite brave and did not worry at all about what would happen to her on the boat.

Xiaomei bought two catties of meat at the market, and put a bottle of wine in a small snakeskin bag, ready to go home and enjoy it with her wife. My sister has suffered all her life, but now it's okay, I have meat to eat every day, and I'm really smiling in my dreams. No, at this time, when she was chatting with Uncle Mao Hua, she still couldn't stop smiling, even if she couldn't stop talking wild words around her.

After so many years of struggle, she has saved some money, probably tens of thousands of yuan, and plans to build a larger building in Stone Village at the end of the year. Thinking like this, the little sister kept chatting with Uncle Mao Hua, in a cacophony of ridicule, in the roar of the river not far away.

At this point, it's so messy, there's everything, there's nothing to settle down. Where the children wept loudly, and the cry kept drifting, drifting into the depths of the river, and the ghosts heard it, and they didn't know how to secretly enjoy it.

An old man sat in the stern of the boat, coughing helplessly at the loud noise of the rumbling diesel engine, coughing and spitting out a mouthful of phlegm, and then angrily vomited into the small river outside the boat.

Sitting beside the old man was a pregnant woman, sitting there with a big belly, pale and lazy that she didn't even want to speak, but looked out the window so weakly, at the little trees and the big trees that kept receding. Seeing that the old man kept spitting out the window of the boat, so that the phlegm kept flying to his body, he couldn't help but feel a little angry, but he dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, so he had to let it spit there incessantly.

Sitting next to the beautiful young woman was a young girl who looked like a student, and she did quite well in her studies, and was quite famous in Stone Village. People say that she will be admitted to university, get out of the mountains, out of the stone village, and live in a more beautiful place. Therefore, when they saw her, people looked at her with envy, as if they were looking at a rare treasure.

The beautiful student sat there, holding a book to the sound of a rumbling diesel engine, and kept looking at it. At this moment, a ray of sunlight sprinkled down, sprinkled on her face, and refracted from her face, and she died somewhere.

She sat there, muttering something as if she were memorizing words, as if she were singing.

Gradually, the boat left the town of Luping, and went on and on the wide river, in a long, calm pool.

A group of women sat together, laughing loudly and playing cards with each other, they had made a lot of money in business, and it was better not to laugh at this time.

At this time, it started to rain outside.

Gradually, the rain became heavier and heavier, so that it was impossible to hear the words lightly. The wind howled and roared on the banks of the river, and tore at the great trees that grew on the hills, as if to uproot them.

Countless streams of water rushed down from the mountains and into the creek, and gradually the creek began to roar incessantly. In this kind of sound, people can't help but be a little scared, but all of a sudden, they are not afraid again. Their veteran sailors are quite skilled, and nothing will happen. As a result, people still sit in the warm cabins, laughing loudly or scolding each other.

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