Tang Zhaozong and Tang Zhangwei excavated a city of yellow sand, but there were indeed many Nubians in this city.

In fact, in ancient Egypt, those Nubians played a very important role.

These blacks once had a splendid civilization, and what people didn't expect was that they actually ruled Egypt and established a dynasty in Egypt. It's kind of incredible, but it happens.

Before the Jews were exiled to Egypt, the blacks had conquered Egypt, and the pharaohs of Egypt had black blood as a result.

Tang Zhaozong and Tang Zhangwei excavated the graves of these Nubians.

"I couldn't come home so late – my grandfather was having trouble with me, and he was torturing my mother. I'm telling you, Thor, the sooner I'm prepared to leave Denver, the better, or I'm going to go crazy. ”

I stayed at Tim Gray's house. Later, Barbie Rollins rented me a neat basement room, where we had a party every night for a week. Henry decided to go to his brother's house. We haven't seen him since, we don't know if anyone has seen him since, or if they've taken him to prison again, or if he escaped one night and was free.

For a whole week, Tim Gray, Stan Dan, Barbie and I spent every afternoon in Denver's glamorous bars. The waitress there were all dressed so carelessly, and her eyes were shy and provocative. They don't turn people away from thousands of miles away, in fact, they often fall in love with their customers, and they come up with a story that's exciting enough to be scolding and glue-like in every bar. At night. We went to the crazy black bar to jazz and got drunk, and then we talked in my basement room until 5 a.m., and at noon, we used to lie in the backyard of Barbie's house, and a bunch of Denver naughty boys who liked to tease cowboys and Indians climbed up a few fruit-bearing cherry trees and threw them at us. I had a great time, the whole world was in front of my eyes, and I no longer had any more fantasies. But Sat and I were going to get Tim to come with us, but he was nostalgic for his life in Denver. One night, I was getting ready to go to Mexico when Dole from Denver came up to me and said, "Hey, Thor, guess who's coming to Denver." "I'm a little baffled." He's on his way, and I got this news from a reliable source. Dean bought a car and was about to come to see you. "For a moment I saw Dean, an angel who was both excited and frightened, hurrying along the way, approaching me like a cloud, chasing me like the "corpse-clad traveler" on the plains. On the plains, I seemed to see his persistent, resolute face and piercing eyes, his wings, his dilapidated car spewing out a raging flame, burning on the road, passing through the fields and across the city; Destroy bridges, burn rivers dry, and run madly to the west. I know Dean is going crazy again. If he had taken all his savings out of the bank to buy a car, his wife would have not received a penny. Everything has become so incredible. Once again, he kept heading west across the terrible and groaning continent, and behind him, smoke rose from the charred ruins. We were scrambling to get ready for Dean's arrival, who would drive me to Mexico.

"Do you think he'll take me with him?" Sdans asked nervously. "I'll talk to him." I said decisively; In fact, we can't predict it. "Where did he sleep? What to eat? Are there any girls looking for him? Like the advent of Gordon, he had to prepare to expand Denver's slums and cut certain laws to accommodate his enthusiasm in full swing. 3

Dean arrives like an outdated movie. One bright afternoon, I was at Barbie's house, and the room was empty. Her mother travels to Europe, leaving only her bridesmaid, Charlotte, 75 years old, who walks like a young man. The Rollins family is spread throughout the West, and she often runs from one house to another to show that she still has some usefulness. She had a dozen sons, but they all flew away and abandoned her. Now, even though she is old, she is still interested in our every move. She always shook her head sadly as we drank whiskey in the bedroom. "Now you can get out into the yard, young man." Upstairs — it's a kind of wooden building — lives a guy named Tom, who is hopelessly in love with Barbie. He came from a wealthy family in Vermont, and they all said so, and that there was a profession waiting for him there, but that Barbie lived wherever he lived. At night, he used to sit in his bedroom with his face hidden behind the newspaper, listening attentively to whatever one of us said, but not saying a word, and once Barbie spoke, he became very excited. If we force him to put down the newspaper and look at us, he will have a very embarrassed and painful expression. "Huh? Oh, of course, I will. He always said that.

Charlotte sat in the corner, knitting something in her hands, staring blankly at us all with old eyes. Her job is to take care of her, but she can't see anyone. Barbie sat on the couch giggling, while Tim Gray, Sdan Hippohard, and I fell back into chairs. Poor Tom endured the pain, he stood up, sighed, and said, "Come on, every inch of time is gold." Good night. Then he disappeared upstairs. As a lover, he has nothing to do with Barbie. She loved Tim Gray, but he slipped out of her hand like a yellow eel. One fine afternoon, we sat around like this again. It was almost time to eat when Dean suddenly appeared at the door in his old car. I saw that he was wearing a tweed suit with a waistcoat and a watch chain on his clothes. He jumped out of the car. "Hey! Hi! "I heard someone on the street shouting that he was with Roy Johnson, who had just returned from San Francisco with his wife, Dorothy, and was now living in Denver. Dunkel, Gelati Dunkel and Tommy Snark are also in Denver. All of them are in Denver again. I walked out of the porch, "Hey, my boy," Dean said, holding out his big hands, "I know it's going to be all the best here." Hello, hello. He greeted everyone,

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