Text Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Variety of Life

It's the spring rain, and if you don't look closely, you won't find that they are also dancing happily in the crowd.

In the square, the stoves above the ten fires lit up, and each of them brandished his merry tools by the hearth, rising and falling, and the oil splashed and rolled.

The three fires in various parts of the square were more dazzling than usual, and the flames were even greater, as if the crowd was pushing each other's clothes, which added a lot of enthusiasm.

In the middle of the square, a huge fire is burning, as if it is about to burn the last dance of the spring rain. The flames swept in the sky, but in the end they couldn't resist the drizzle and dodge sensitively, and the swaying silk rain continued to accompany the singing and dancing and the ladies and ladies slowly blended, and I couldn't see that there could be so graceful.

It's a place where you forget your worries, where you can only taste all kinds of food, it's a lively place, where groups of people sing to each other, holding fruit in their hands and getting closer to each other, and it's also a distant place, where the smoke and rain seem to be dissipating at your fingertips, and you can only taste and remember slowly, just afraid that only memories will be left.

The sky began to be gloomy, like the sun that had not yet appeared. The passing time seems to have nothing to do with the laughter and laughter in the square, so it can only be silently and silently walked away.

The scent of the campfire made its way through the deep forest, making a squirrel in the tree curious. Looking at the unity of the family, I sighed that I just didn't see the home that accompanied me in the past, but I also scratched the branches alone in the wait-and-see, and the claws full of sawdust showed that I didn't care anymore.

The wind followed the col all the way, and finally came to a village surrounded by mountains and forests, and finally reluctantly left, but left behind a new dance partner with a bonfire, blowing the warmth of fireworks to everyone, and also diffusing the fragrance and sweetness along the way, trying to make this infect more people and more things.

Blowing, the warm air peels off the green coat of the zongzi, and it is smooth but admired and admired. Sesame escaped between her hands and fell into a quagmire, waiting for it to be a deeper abyss, and finally wrote down only a "delicious" gift.

"Whew... Multiply... "Nourishing ........." skewers are grilled and fragrant next to the fire, and there are tender meat that melts in the mouth, and there are crispy and elastic bones......

Ren Xiaoqian trotted all the way, ready to take his waist to comfort his injured grandfather.

Can dried shrimp be grilled and eaten? Ge Xiaoya saw such a strange scene for the first time in her life, and she licked her lips, and the slight bitterness was also the first time she saw it in her life. Of course, it is indispensable to give your parents a taste, and naturally they will be praised by clapping their hands and rewarding the sweet warmth of the pat.

Let the wind blow all the time, and blow away the messy hair, so that I can see your beautiful face more clearly. Dong Gedong looked at the slightly bulging pockets under her beautiful face, and he found that he still had a long way to go. It's a pity that no one accompanies you with red makeup, if there is, it must be the day of the groom's arrival. Looking up to the sky, immature sighs, at this time, the raindrops are easily blown away, and an early spring boy once again falls into his hazy thoughts.

I am willing to accompany you "for the rest of my life"! This is not anyone's ideal, this is just a little girl's ignorant fantasy now. In this closed thinking, you and I were very simple at that time, and I would like to be simple forever, always chasing, always clenching, and always pursing my lips happily. The little girl "unintentionally" found that she "unintentionally" passed by the waist of the starter, and "unintentionally" lowered her head to imagine and sway the balance of contradictory thoughts.

You are strong according to me, maybe it will be a judgment question, a judgment in the mouth of a group of people. And in the hearts of the two of them, this is overflowing satisfaction, maybe only one cup in their lifetime.

Happy embrace, the joy of victory, accompanied by the joy of the family, this is what everyone wants, but unfortunately Ren Xiaoqian doesn't, he is just a passerby who floats by. Perhaps the child in his arms felt that he was not just a passerby, but a dangerous passerby.

The new face, catering to the new look of the village, is not an unexpected accident, nor is it an unexpected eye. It's uncomfortable to be stared at by girls, in fact, Feng Yuxing is also "involuntarily" now, and no one wants to stay in this impossible place and try to make it possible. Although it is novel, although it is enthusiastic, and although it is warm, it is only because this is not his destination, he himself knows that his destination is above this sea of stars, and he is trying to surpass the Imperial God Domain, the exquisite jade tower, and the bladeless palace............ , and even wants to get a glimpse of the Heavenly Palace, trying to decipher the secrets of the world above its eternity! And all this is still far, far away from himself, even if he is in a place that is already strong, but he is far from strong enough!

Ren Xiaoqian is a very cheerful person, and his fists are the foundation of strength, but he can't withstand Ren Zhengzhou's brain knock. I don't want to say that you and your grandmother have worked hard day and night, who told us that the sound insulation is not good, and the leather board is too thin. shouted pain, and finally stayed with the loser's camp.

Losers have their own way of life, and no one can always win forever. A group of old people who talk and laugh exchange this passionate day that seems to have passed a century, which will always be the talk of bragging B with them in the future. Occasional excitement, sometimes flat, sometimes laughing, anger under the saliva, but the flame listens tirelessly, and there is no more tangible harvest than at this time.

Ren Xiaoqian just smirked silently, it is true that Grandpa Sen is funny, and Grandpa Sen is not inferior to his "arrogance", they all know that they don't go to heaven to interpret the cow. and Guan Gong's red face that reflects his grandfather, this should be angry. In comparison, Sun Daer and Ren Chengcheng are more amiable, and they echo the flame of Zhonghe. Well, Sun Sanmin was beside him, sometimes adding fuel to the fire and sometimes pouring cold water, and he couldn't tell the difference between oil and water, but he was perfected by him.

The smell of bears?

It's like a faint stream of water, you say it's sweet, but it's bitter, and it's bitter, but it's delicious.

Some innocent children were amazed and said that they had never eaten such hard bear meat. The aunt on the side only laughed at him for not distinguishing between muscles and muscles, although it was difficult to chew, but it was like after the life passed, the uncle was full of greasy clothes, and laughed that he couldn't chew hard, and there was nothing wrong. provoked the grandmothers to bite the flesh and mince the flesh and brag.

"The scenery is unlimited", a short day and night to fill in, the silk rain that accompanied the way did not even get wet in the square, and the sky was far away and the road was dark and could only retreat helplessly, indicating that it was good to go to bed early and get up early.

That's for it, everyone at the banquet didn't think so, they thought that the sky tonight was very beautiful, and everyone wanted to keep this beautiful moment, and they couldn't give up their attachment for a long time.

The fire in the middle of the square was still so fierce that Miao Miao vowed to burn him for three days and three nights. Of course, there are groups of people around, so that the silent night does not know how to be silent tonight.

The protest of the crickets?the shrill voice of the nightingale?

It's neither, it's the girl's warbler voice.