Girls have a beautiful vision for their future life. All of Deng Erya's longings have a share of autumn birth. She couldn't think of how to live the days of autumn life without it. Deng Erya didn't think that this was love, this was a natural and natural thing.

Deng Erya's cultivation realm is much worse than Wu Yan's, but his martial arts alone are higher than Wu Yan's. Deng Erya didn't think it was a big deal at all, with Qiusheng's protection, it didn't matter if he didn't know even a little martial arts.

In addition to Deng Erya, there is also Li Qiulan. Li Qiulan is also similar to Deng Erya, and Zhang Qiusheng is part of them. Li Qiulan didn't think about whether she loved or not, anyway, she must be with Qiusheng in this life. What's wrong with Gao Xiuwei, what's wrong with the living immortals, the question of love is still so simple.

Everything has to be experienced, or tempered. The immortals in the world are not omnipotent, and they don't understand it without experience.

Can Zhang Qiusheng's own invention of the method of cutting love silk persist in front of these girls? What's more, he has two grandsons and the like by his side, who are not in love at all, and are purely people who play with women?

Life is colorful, life is complex, life is beautiful, life is piercing. Life is full of blooming flowers, and life is full of dripping blood. Not to mention the immortals in the world, even the Taiyi Golden Immortals and the Heavenly Emperors can't figure it out. The great supernatural can not figure out human nature, and can only isolate heaven and earth forever.

In other words, the great supernatural can isolate heaven and earth, but they can't understand human nature. Pinch your fingers and count them, and you can know the past and the future. That can only know things, not feelings. They can know cause and effect, but they don't know where cause and cause arise.

After the night shift at the hospital, Zhang Qiusheng rode his bicycle to school. In the event of traffic control, pedestrians and vehicles will be detoured. Why do you have leaders to visit Qilin early in the morning?

Zhang Qiusheng stopped, craned his neck and looked at the empty road. Except for the traffic police, I can't see Mingtang. Just as he was about to turn around and detour, a voice shouted: "Zhang Qiusheng, why are you going?" ”

When I looked closely, I knew, Dong Hao, the son of Mayor Dong, the eldest son who often mixed with his second grandson.

Zhang Qiusheng explained that he was going to school and asked, "What are you doing here?" What about the second grandson, don't you have a gown with pants, why are you alone? ”

Dong Hao pointed to the building with the sign of the Agricultural Bureau behind it and said, "I work here." Come out and see the excitement. The second grandson went to Shenzhen, didn't you help him solve the goods? ”

What's so lively, so heavily guarded? Zhang Qiusheng laughed again: "I didn't expect that Mr. Dong is actually a civil servant." Yes, a little more formal than the second grandson. ”

What's the matter, I don't know how to do business, otherwise I would have gone to sea a long time ago. Dong Hao said: "Today is the first day of the college entrance examination, don't you know this?" Traffic control is implemented along the main examination halls to allow students taking the college entrance examination to flow unimpeded. ”

Oh, got it. The college entrance examination is now more and more valued by the whole society, and citizens do not complain at all if their trips are delayed.

How can there be no complaints, Dong Hao said: "This year, all schools have organized a grand activity to send candidates into the examination room, and these people are waiting here to see the excitement." ”

Dong Hao thought for a while and said, "Didn't you personally organize this matter, why did you forget it?" ”

How can I have any organization, Zhang Qiusheng said: "I am robbing while the fire is burning and getting a few small money to spend." ”

Zhang Qiusheng and Dong Hao stood on the road and talked, waiting to see the excitement.

The excitement is coming right away. Music could be heard in the distance. With Zhang Qiusheng's musical literacy, you can hear that this is a brass band. A trumpet, a French horn, a trombone, a clarinet, a snare drum. The music is low, sad, miserable, and tragic.

Is this sending candidates into the exam room? Is there any mourning music for the candidates? What kind of big man died and needed such a pompous funeral? Zhang Qiusheng looked at Dong Hao, hoping to see something from his face. Dong Hao also looked dazed, tiptoeing and stretching his neck to look ahead.

You don't have to stretch your neck to look, the funeral procession has already turned the corner. A two-row light truck in front and two large open-top trucks in the back. In front of the light truck is a portrait of the deceased, and in the carriage is a band. The big truck in the back were all the families of the deceased. The convoy moved slowly, and a large amount of paper money was thrown into the air.

In the middle of summer morning, the sun has risen high. Zhizhi, who didn't know where to hide, shouted desperately: "Squeak-squeak-", and the soft and heavy mourning music formed a strange symphony.

Looking at the portrait, the deceased Zhang Qiusheng knew. It was a strong man who was diagnosed with a tumor in his head in the spring. I didn't expect to die so soon. Zhang Qiusheng was about to express some emotion, but Lan Siqing came.

Lan Siqing had no compassion for the deceased, and he said: "This fool forced himself to die." This person can eat anything in his life, but he can't suffer losses. No matter who he is, as long as he gets on his side, he feels that he will suffer if he doesn't scrape something from others.

Hey, Qiusheng, you broke off that he had a bag in his head, didn't you? Later, when I went to the photo, if I didn't really have a bag, he wouldn't be able to lie to you with a layer of skin.

In this way, he was still unconvinced, saying that the machine in your hospital was not good, it was a parallel import, and the film was not accurate. ran to Shen Yang to shoot, but it turned out that there was still a bag.

It stands to reason that I should come back to you for surgery, right? But he thinks that Qilin's doctors' skills are not good, not only your skills, but all the doctors he thinks are not good, so he has to open them in Shenyang. Shen Yang waited for two months before he got in line, and he died on the operating table.

Then his family and apprentices quarreled and quarreled in Shenyang Hospital, and they didn't burn the corpse in the crematorium, so they kept arguing. Later, I don't know how much money the hospital accompanies them, so they gave up. I brought the urn back, and now I remember to go for burial. ”

Should such people be sympathetic? Zhang Qiusheng couldn't think of a reason. I just feel that society is too complicated, and many things cannot be explained in one sentence or two. It's not that a grass farmer like him can manage it, even if he sympathizes with him, what can he do? The other person is dead anyway.

Even if he is not a grass people, he is a big official, as big as the Jade Emperor, he can't care if people want to die. Zhang Qiusheng suspected that the so-called Heavenly Dao barrier was that those great gods in the fairy world couldn't control these things in the human world, so they simply cut it off and couldn't see it.

Zhang Qiusheng's cranky thoughts are not over yet, and the following things let him make a judgment, this person is not worthy of sympathy.

The funeral procession moved at a slower pace than walking. The traffic police stepped forward and told them to hurry up, and the convoy that sent the candidates was about to come.

The family members of the deceased scolded in a gossipy, we are a funeral, of course we have to be slow. What is urging, will your family not die in the future?

The onlookers were angry. This person is so unreasonable. The college entrance examination convoy is coming, and those candidates will inevitably affect their feelings when they see this funeral convoy. It's not superstition, it's psychological common sense. Some people scolded that this person was too immoral, and only cared about himself and others. If you do this, it will affect the candidates in the city, and it is too lacking in morality!

The traffic police have no way to deal with the family of the deceased, but they are easy and ordinary to deal with the driver. A traffic policeman came to the cab of a light truck and asked the driver to pull over and hand over his driver's license.

As long as the driver gets into the car, there is no one who is not afraid of the traffic police. The driver hurriedly said with a smiling face: "I'll drive fast." As he spoke, he shifted gears and increased the throttle, and the smoke slipped away. Even one of the band's trumpets fell under the car.

The traffic police walked to the large truck behind, and the big truck did not wait for the traffic police to speak, but also shifted gears and increased the throttle to follow the light truck. Two cars later, there was a flattened trumpet in the ground, shining yellow in the sun.

With so many candidates in the city, how many parents are affected? People warmly applauded the traffic police and praised him for his wisdom and decisiveness in law enforcement. The paper money scattered all over the place was quickly cleaned up by the enthusiastic crowd.

Dong Hao turned around Zhang Qiusheng and said, "The family of the deceased is also unlucky, and they can't even rent a bus." The city's buses and minibuses have been taken away by you, right? Huh-"

How can it be, is it good or not for each school? Besides, how did I know that their family was going to have a funeral today? Otherwise, they have to leave one for their family anyway.

Dong Hao and Lan Siqing didn't quibble with Zhang Qiusheng, they both laughed with their mouths open. This kind of strange thing can only be done by Zhang Qiusheng.

The convoy of candidates has finally arrived. The first one to pass by was the second middle school. At the front is the waist drum team, a red sleeveless shirt with a clear water, red bloomers, and a drum pinned to the waist. When I got closer, I saw the middle-aged women in Qingyishui, lined up in a four-way column, marching while beating gongs and drums. While walking, he also did various poses. Under the command of a copper cymbal about the size of a bathtub, the whole waist drum team is either striking forward or backward, squatting or twisting the waist, jumping or jumping, or moving forward or turning in a circle, walking three steps and two steps back, and adjusting the steps in unison is beautiful.

Hu Bin's mother walked in the front, leading the four-way column behind her. Anyway, Hu Bin's mother is okay, and she is also the youngest in the team, so she was elected as the team leader. Hu Bin's mother is doing all kinds of actions, and she is much more serious than she goes to work. She obeyed the command of the big cymbal, and the whole team followed her movements.

Hu Bin's mother turned out to be a ballroom dancer. Lao Hu often runs the dance hall to fuck up. Gradually, those middle-aged and elderly men didn't dare to look for her to jump, no one was afraid of beating, right? So Hu Bin's mother changed to playing waist drums.

Lao Hu made a compromise in this regard. He knew he couldn't push his wife into a hurry. The main reason is that all the waist drums are middle-aged women, and there is no old man, and the vinegar in Lao Hu's stomach is a little better.

The waist drum corps was followed by a marching band. Wearing a uniform with long pants and gowns is much more sinful than that of the waist drum corps. Zhang Qiusheng was strange that the big copper cymbals of the waist drum team did not affect the military band at all. The dozen or so snare drums of the marching band also did not affect the waist drum corps.

Another way to say noisy is to be lively. Another way to say it is festive. Another way to say festive is auspicious. I don't care if the snare drum and the waist drum don't interfere with each other, what I want is the noise that comes out.

Dong Hao abducted Zhang Qiusheng again and said: "The woman at the front is really --- feeling!" The skin is white, and the figure is also irritating. This posture, this figure, tsk-"

Zhang Qiusheng followed Dong Hao's finger and saw that it was Hu Bin's mother. His wavy hair was tied back with a white and purple handkerchief, and he was wearing a bright red trouser gown, and he was playing a serious waist drum.