Although the old farmer's dry voice was a little disdainful, Han Qingfu's dong flute just moved, and it didn't reach his lips. The yellow-faced old farmer is like a raccoon cat, his body is flashing, the sound of the flute has not started, and he has moved forward for nearly three meters.

Between the two, less than five meters, and two meters, within reach!

But just a short distance of reaching out, the sound of the flute sounded, like an eagle flying high in the air.

The eagle song is beautiful, high and low, light and flickering, low to the extreme, listen carefully, there seems to be human voices, there are bird songs, there are flowers, there is no vitality in the quiet.

In order to cope with this vitality, the weeds, oblique trees, and small flowers on the roadside are all budding and plucking branches at a speed visible to the naked eye, achieving a different appearance in the world.

From the first note, the old peasant's body had stopped, and a wry smile appeared on his face, thinking that this distance was in his own hands, but he was just short of stretching out his hand, and he made a judgment.

There is only one word difference between self-confidence and conceit, and the same is true for pretending and teasing. The old farmer knew that he was teasing, and it was difficult to ride a tiger at this time, so he could only stare wide-eyed and shout, and he was about to take a big stride.

But in the sound of the flute, the shouting sound is like a silent mime, and in the vibrant grass, the grass wraps around the ankles, which is extremely flexible and makes it difficult to walk.

Looking back at his companions with difficulty, they were already entangled in the ground, unable to move, and the bitter smile of the old farmer became more and more obvious.

At this moment, a person came singing in the distance of the village road.

"Once thousands of miles of tigers and wolves, heaven and earth were cages and ghosts.

Seven hundred spring and autumn dreams together, where is the earthly world. ”

The singing is heroic, but full of helplessness, and in the vigorous sound of the flute, if there is no time, this vitality has been consumed.

No matter how vigorous it is, it is still dust and dirt under the washing of time!

When the style of music changed, the old farmer felt that his ears were clear, and his hands returned to his intuition. The opportunity was fleeting, and without hesitation, the old farmer raised his hand, and at some point in his hand, he had already picked up a hoe and slashed it out.

Seeing this hoe getting closer and closer, Han Qingfu frowned slightly, this hand looks bluffing, but in fact there is no mystery, just the speed is amazing and the angle is tricky.

The body has been turned with intuition to avoid it, and the mutation protrudes.

Several rays of light suddenly bloomed on the hoe, piercing Han Qingfu's eyes.

"Helios Needle?" , In the cold cheer in his heart, Han Qingfu's lips did not leave the flute, and his body kept moving slightly, just avoiding the hoe.

The light on the hoe was just about to touch the face, only to hear the abrupt accent of the hole flute, like thunder before the rain.

The millilight seems to have hit the sound barrier shield, but it can't get in, and it reflects out.

Since there is thunder, there is naturally rain, the sound of rain is like a pearl of jade jumping, and gradually like a mountain spring leaping, the sound of rain and the mountain spring hospitality, as if waiting for someone.

Naturally, the waiting is not the old farmer in front of him, who can only rely on the interference of others to get a chance to strike.

Waiting for a bosom friend, a person who should be reconciled!

The figures on the country road gradually became clear from far to near. It was a young man, no more than twenty years old, but he was dressed in coarse cloth and cheap clothes, and a pair of camouflage cloth shoes with dirt on his feet, which reflected the yellow face like earth.

If the yellow-faced old farmer has to get rid of the slag, then this young man is like digging out of the soil.

The sound of the flute continued, and Han Qingfu's face showed a solemn look, and he retreated for the first time.

The young man took a step forward, Han Qingfu took a step back, the two of them advanced and retreated, and in a blink of an eye, it was already more than ten steps, and the sound of the flute was nearing the end. The sound of the rain gradually stopped, and in the silence, it was clear that it was already low and close to silent, but it was still like a thread, and it was never broken.

Han Qingfu's eyes widened, he didn't retreat anymore, he mustered up all his strength, and with a high-pitched sound, the sound of the flute stopped, but the sound of the flute was like a sword, and the sword pointed at the young man.

The young man's scorched face didn't have any expression, just snorted coldly, and a yellow light shot out from the face door, hitting the sound sword in one place.

There was a low-frequency vibration, and the two of them each took a step back, Han Qingfu's face turned pale, and the young man's yellow face seemed to have faded and flushed.

Gently patting the dong flute in his hand, Han Qingfu sighed lightly, "No wonder they have the courage to shake the strength of our human courtyard, it turns out that they are friends of the underground courtyard." This friend, so young, has reached the realm of comprehending the truth of heaven and earth, should be one of the pillars of the earth, right? ”

The young man glared at the dead fish and said coldly, "The people in the courtyard are scattered, and my courtyard naturally wants to do its best to fulfill the friendship of the landlord!" ”

"Well, originally the strong dragon didn't suppress the head snake, but today's matter, my hospital has to protect it. Please raise your hand to this friend! ”

A smile appeared on the young man's stiff face, which looked extremely strange. In the strange laughter, an ugly voice sounded, "Hehe, the inheritance of the human academy has declined to this point, which is regrettable and ridiculous." Scattered people, they don't even know the will of the world, in this last days, don't die when the time comes, you don't know how to die! ”

While talking, he staggered past Han Qingfu, and the old farmers glanced back fiercely and followed away.

Looking at the backs of these people, Han Qingfu tapped the hole flute, thoughtfully.

The young man in the distance was silent and left as fast as he could. The yellow-faced old peasant hesitated and asked, "Young Master, let's just leave like this?" ”

The young man replied angrily, "What else?" Everyone wants to take advantage of the chaos to get a piece of the pie, but under the will of this world, we are all ants, of course, we are temporarily avoiding, sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight! He glanced back at the direction of Nanpu Village and shouted, "Come with the excitement and go away with the excitement!" Gone, gone! ”

When the sound of the flute sounded, Li Ran was carrying a box of milk and obediently followed behind He Dapeng. In the sound of the flute, I looked back in confusion, was it the editor in charge of a certain point in the People's House yesterday?

He Dapeng stomped his feet in front of him and shouted, "What's there to hear about this mess, hurry up!" ”

"Oh!" , Li Ranxin said that the old man is wise, and when he hears the murderous aura in the sound of the flute, it is not a good thing, hurry up, it is necessary.

I heard that He Youyou was coming over today, and the uncle and aunt's family got up at dawn and bought the fattest free-range chicken from the market, which was killed and cooked, absolutely fresh. There are also several seafood dishes that are indispensable on the beach, all of which have just been brought back from the seaside fishing boats.

While busy working, while looking outside the hospital from time to time, the old aunt was full of expectations. In fact, from childhood to adulthood, the old aunt has looked at He Youyou unpleasantly, the little girl is not big, her temper is not small, and every time she talks to herself with her neck to reason, it is even more annoying.

But such a girl, the son-in-law she brought back is really not bad. I still remember the last time this son-in-law came to the house, he didn't say a word, so he was busy helping out, and in the end, everyone in the family played, and he was the only one who was cooking dumplings for everyone.

Just for that moment, at a glance, she fell in love with this son-in-law, perhaps, this is fate.

Looking back at my man, I suddenly had a wonderful emotion in my heart, why, such a nasty little girl, can find such a good-tempered man? And their own man is so rude?

It's not fair!

Once the chaotic thoughts arise, they can no longer be suppressed, as if someone is whispering in their ears about what to do.

Until she welcomed her beloved son-in-law and the annoying little girl into the house, the old aunt still didn't understand what she had done.

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