“Duang！”

Su Ye opened his hands to greet the blue zongzi falling from the sky.

"Poo!"

"I met someone who could talk to me, named Su Ye."

Is this a secret?

Su Ye looked sideways at the Bingying tree, and the two tender green leaves trembled slightly,

It's laughing.

All right

For you,

This may be a secret.

Su Ye quickly refined the energy generated by the blue zongzi, looked at the faintly flickering mountain, and was secretly happy in his heart.

Everyone came to Su Ye's side, the third uncle held a cigarette in his mouth, looked at Bing Yingshu with a puzzled face, circled around twice, and said,

"How much have you been wronged? Snow in August? ”

"Haha." Su Ye laughed, "Uncle, don't ask, it's my friend." ”

The third uncle didn't speak.

Qi Pupil couldn't help it, rushed up curiously, squatted down and grabbed the snow on the ground, watched Xiaoice Crystal slowly melt into water in the palm of his hand, opened his small mouth into an O-shape, and muttered:

"Really... What a snow! Oh, my God! You can have a snowball fight! ”

She jumped around behind the tree, pinched a snow bomb, and rushed at Su Ye.

Since the catastrophe, Su Ye's perception has become much stronger, and for this kind of oncoming thing, he tilted his head and hid.

The snow bomb happened to hit the head of the old shovel behind him, and the pupil "hissed" and took a cool breath, stood straight, sucked snot, drooped his head, pointed his fingertips, and looked like he had made a mistake.

The old shovel touched the snow on his head, put it in front of his nose and sniffed: "Oh, master, where are you singing?" ”

"Hey, hey... Is it tasteful? ”

"Yes!"

The old shovel nodded, "This ice grass is rooted in a tree, I have never heard of it, let alone seen it." Master, admire and admire. ”

Everyone couldn't help it, and everyone who pushed me and shoved me surrounded them, and they had a lot of fun.

Interestingly, the cloud was not big, just a little above the house. As long as you enter the range of clouds, the air is instantly cold, and the goose feathers and snow fall non-stop, and they are not disturbed by the outside weather at all.

Su Ye felt that this phenomenon itself was a secret, but in Bing Yingcao's heart, it was nothing.

It takes secrecy lightly.

was lively, and a shout came from the arch, "Third master! I am back! ”

I saw a dark-skinned, lean young man coming over happily.

With thick eyebrows and big eyes, good facial features, and an open horse coat, he shows off his beautiful abdominal muscles. There is a gray cloth pocket hanging from his shoulder, and his steps are like the wind, giving people a very spiritual feeling.

"Lights?" The third uncle sighed and looked back at the young man.

"Hey, hey."

Deng'er greeted everyone with a mouthful of white teeth, walked up to the third uncle, threw the cloth pocket, put his hands in his pockets, turned out his clean trouser pockets, and sighed,

"Third master, you're right, this trip, I failed, I have nothing!"

The third uncle twitched the corner of his mouth: "You don't have nothing, you still have the face to come back." ”

"Haha!"

Deng'er's expression changed, she laughed heartily, jumped up and hugged the third uncle's shoulder, "Master, coax you!" This trip is done properly, things are in the yard, let's take a look! ”

"Oh?"

The third uncle took a puff of cigarette and waved his hand: "Go!" Let's take a look! ”

Watching the group walk towards the gate of the courtyard, Su Ye returned to Qi Tong's side, and the silly aunt Liang was building a snowman.

Su Ye held his little red hand, "Let's go, let's go and join in the fun first." ”

"I don't, I'm going to build a snowman!"

"Come back and pile it up, now there is too little snow, find two charcoals, a carrot, and make it beautiful."

"emmmmm, good poof!"

The two followed the large army, and the old shovel waited for Su Ye at the end of the crowd.

"Master, this retreat has grown a lot." The old shovel looked surprised.

"Can you see that?"

"Well, the breath is there, but it's a little less, not stable enough, and it will be done with more practice in the future."

"Uncle Xie Shovel's teachings."

"Nonsense! How can I teach you. ”

"Uncle Shovel, who is this person named Deng'er?"

"You said he, hehe, this baby is five years older than you, he is an orphan and grew up eating hundreds of meals.

He lived to be five years old, and a plague left him alive in the whole village, and he had no place to go, so he found a Guanyin temple to nest in.

It stands to reason that the temple is a sacred place for fireworks, and the rabbit cub used his crooked brains in order to fill his stomach.

He dug a hole in the back of Guanyin and secretly hid it in.

During the day, they sleep in it, and at night they eat what others offer.

Later, when the famine caught up, the ravages raged, and the worshippers fled the famine, and the fart baby was hungry, so he gnawed on the Guanyin soil.

One day, your third uncle was passing through here on an errand, and it was getting late, and he was planning to spend the night.

At night, he took out dry food and was about to eat it, when suddenly a little ghost rushed from behind!

The third master is also a person who has experienced strong winds and waves, and this kind of goods is generally solved quickly.

But he fixed his eyes, this guy is not a board?

The face is yellow and thin, the eyes are deep, but the stomach is round.

He snatched the dry food from your third uncle's hand and devoured it, and glared at your third uncle fiercely when he was done, with a cannibalistic expression.

The third master didn't speak, spread out the package, and poured all the dry food on the ground.

The little ghost's eyes lit up, and he crawled over to catch it.

The third master stepped on his hand and said, "It's okay to eat, spit out the contents of your stomach." ”

The little ghost shook his head, "Master, I can't spit it out." ”

"Then don't eat it."

The little ghost was flustered for a few seconds, climbed back to the Guanyin Temple, took out a wooden knife, walked to the third master, and knelt down with a "poof".

"Master,

When I opened my eyes, I hadn't seen my father or mother.

Baijia rice, I chewed other people's spit, slept in the chicken coop, and robbed the dog of food, no one treated me as a human being.

Now

I haven't eaten for a month, and I don't live long.

You will reward me with a mouthful of buns today, and you will be a cow and a horse for your father in the next life. ”

The third master looked at the little ghost quietly, "Lao Tzu told you to vomit something, are you pulling calves here?" ”

The little ghost shook his head and pleaded, "Master, this thing can't be spit out." ”

"Get out!"

The third master grabbed the dry food on the ground and was about to leave.

The little ghost was in a hurry, so he jumped up and hugged the third master's trouser leg, and cried on the spot, with two tear stains on his dirty face, and even distressed.

"What are you begging for?! Do you vomit or not?! ”

The little ghost shook his head desperately and cried loudly, "Master, please, just let me eat my mouth, and finish my wish!" ”

"Grind and chirp!" The third master raised his leg is a kick.

The little ghost was less than seven years old, and he was kicked several times in a row.

He got up and looked at the third master weakly, but his eyes were full of determination.

"What's up? Want to rob it? ”

The little ghost didn't speak, and walked up to the third uncle step by step, "Master, after eating a bun from you, I'll spit it out." ”

After that,

With a mouth open, there was a "bang", and a pile of black things sprayed on the ground, constantly squirming.

The third master was stunned on the spot, he thought that this baby's stomach was Guanyin soil, and if he ate too much lime soil, he would die, and he wanted to save this baby's life.

But unexpectedly,

This baby actually vomited a bunch of boards!

Good guy, you can devour ghosts!!

The third master was shocked, recalling, the old man asked himself to come here to clean up the board, but he didn't touch it for more than ten days, and it turned out that he was swallowed by this baby.

The third master lit a cigarette, "What's your name?" ”

"No name, go to anyone's house with the dog barking."

The third uncle flipped through his fingers, took out the rune paper, and with a "whoosh", the rune paper flew towards a dilapidated lantern hanging at the entrance of the temple.

night

firelight

Two figures.

The third uncle pointed to the burning lantern, "From now on, you call it a lamp." ”

The imp "bang, bang, bang" kowtow.

The third master squatted down, looked at the tears on the ground, touched his trembling head, and said in a low voice:

"Be obedient, spit it out, and eat something good."

Since then, Deng'er has entered the Su family, and later, he met the old man.

Listening to the third master, the old man was very surprised, and he cultivated alone for many years.

Deng'er has a cheerful personality and straightforwardness, and is everyone's pistachio, and she has endured hardships with the Su family over the years. But this child knows how to repay kindness, attaches great importance to love and righteousness, no matter what work is arranged, he never spits out a word. ”

After listening to this, Su Ye sighed deeply.

He is only five years older than himself, but the hardships he has endured are indescribable.

And they passed through the arch and came to the old shovel yard,

In the middle of the yard was a donkey cart, which was tied to rest under a tree, and a coffin was placed on it.

Mahogany coffin.

"Third master, take a look, right?" After Deng'er finished speaking, he stepped on the donkey cart with an arrow step, took off his cloth shoes, tied up his horse, grabbed the coffin lid with both hands, and pushed hard!

"Boom!"

Everyone brushed and brushed around, and Su Ye also poked his head curiously.

But see a woman lying in the coffin?

He was about thirty-four years old, dressed in an inappropriate cloth garment, and his weather-beaten face was full of vicissitudes.

Who is this woman?

She was lying in a coffin, was she dead?

Su Ye held his breath and began to perceive the coffin board.

"She has zongzi on her!"

Su Ye quietly released a trace of airflow, bypassed everyone, and slowly stretched into the coffin.

"The zongzi are all in the clothes."

Su Ye took a breath, now there is no need for physical contact, even the zongzi in the clothes can be easily touched.

Stretching along the cuffs little by little,

"Poo!"

"I'm dead, why am I still alive?"

The third uncle sensed something and looked back at Su Ye, "How?" ”

Su Ye pointed to the coffin, "She's still alive." ”

"Yoh?" The third uncle's eyes lit up, "You've grown, do you know why you let the lamp go thousands of miles to bring her over?" ”

Su Ye shook his head.

"This woman is not simple, she can give birth to Yin Yuan."

"Yin Yuan?"

"One of the things in your cultivation process is refinement, and the yin yuan she produces can double the energy you refine and change qualitatively."

"So powerful?!" Su Ye was surprised, "Then how did this Yin Yuan come about!" ”

The third uncle sat on the donkey cart and waved his hand, "If you don't have anything to do, you can do your own thing." ”

After everyone left, the third uncle lit a cigarette leisurely, "Fart baby, after you break the robbery, you can see some things that you couldn't see before."

In other words, there are a lot of unexplained things in this world.

You have indeed grown a lot in the journey of the Gu Soul Palace, but it is still far from enough. ”

Su Ye knew that the third uncle was talking about banban, he couldn't see it before, those things were hidden and real.

As a Bayan, it is the mission to eradicate evil and defend yin and yang, he nodded and motioned for the third uncle to continue.

"Then listen well, what Lao Tzu told you is true. There is a mountain to the east of our house, and there is a cemetery in the mountain.

Don't look at the environment of that grave circle, but it's not small, I heard that the village chief has something to do with the following.

Gee...

This village chief had a daughter-in-law before his death, all of whom were smart and captivating.

The boss's name is Mi Qiling, who can sing and dance, and has a lot of manners.

The second child's name is Tian Yingchun, with a strong personality and a heroic heroine.

Only this third Angle is the most cute, delicate and cute.

But the girls have not spoken since they were children, like a mute, but their tears can be turned into diamonds, which are priceless, and they are very popular in the yin and yang worlds.

Since the village chief was killed, he has been thinking about it day and night, worrying about it, and over time it has become a heart disease.

The hard work paid off, and the girl was boiled to death before she was eighteen years old, and she formed a team to accompany him.

As the days passed, the village chief suddenly realized that it was time to find a partner for the third daughter, so he issued a "ghost order" to gather the world's ghost talents, and if anyone could make the daughters speak, they would marry their daughters to him.

Ooh~

Under this order, the sky is south and north, and hundreds of ghosts travel at night.

Due to the popularity of the scene, Tunli also held an unprecedented Donggua Village good voice.

In the end, the boss of fried sauce lasagna successfully won the heart of his eldest daughter with a song "What the hell is SKR".

Then, Lu Dazhuang was dressed in onion shorts, showing off his strong muscles, and the princess who watched it burst into tears, and the two of them were galloping and dashing.

But Angle Beibb was expressionless from beginning to end, as if he didn't eat fireworks among ghosts, and the village chief was in trouble, and seeing that the contestants were gradually decreasing, his heart was like fire.

Until the last day, a middle-aged bachelor named Rank 8 Great Wind appeared, he was a farmer in the next village in his previous life, he could neither sing nor have money to do business, and he died poor.

When everyone was not optimistic, he walked up to Angle and whispered a word, and Angle actually smiled for the first time?

The laughter is as beautiful as a yellow warbler.

The village chief saw that the man looked poor and sour, although he was reluctant, but he couldn't regret it in front of a hundred ghosts.

So he told the man that his daughter's tears were worth a fortune, and hoped that they would be better in the future.

A year later, the three children returned to their parents' home.

Mi Qilin became a popular little girl in the ghost world, giving away a bunch of luxury goods, and the village chief hummed his daughter's tune, and he couldn't stop talking.

The second princess and Da Zhuang were not idle, and in a year, they fought against the red tide and captured the West Village next door that had been eyeing them for many years.

The village chief drank freely at the moment, raised a glass to celebrate, and chatted happily.

But only Angle, a standard rural woman, dressed plainly, completely devoid of the former shine.

The village chief is furious!

reprimanded the big wind in public, obviously her daughter's tears are worth a fortune, why are she so shabby and embarrassed!

The man was silent for a long time, took Angel's hand, and said with a expression: "A year ago, I only said one word to her: I will not let you shed a tear in my life......"

The audience was in an uproar!!

The village chief stood up and trembled for a long time, and he understood that the reason why the eldest daughter is where she is today is because she exchanged those precious tears for wealth and then paved the way for her career. The second daughter is the same, using the tears that turn into diamonds to recruit troops, so that she has today's majesty.

Only Angle, although she has coarse tea and light rice, and is poor, she is happy!

Isn't that what I was trying to do?

The village chief immediately decided to pass on the position of the village chief to his third son-in-law, and the next morning he asked me for a charm and reincarnated.

That night,

Angle, who had never spoken for eighteen years, exhaled with relief, put his arms around the neck of the big wind, and said shyly: "Okay, now you can grass, cry, me, it's time!" ”

Night

Angle shed tears of happiness,

As the name suggests - Ann's Tears.

Absorb the essence of the sun and the moon,

Pudu's forbearance,

It is Yin Yuan. ”

“………”

"Don't look at Lao Tzu like that, this Yin Yuan is of great benefit to your cultivation!"

"It's not... Uncle, that angle is not a ghost, even if the soul is lying in the coffin now, it is also a famous flower. ”

"! Who told you that this woman is Angle, she is much more powerful than Angle, so that the lamp was found thousands of miles away.

Moreover, it is not that whoever uses the Yin Yuan can be doubled, if you are restrained by nature, not only will it not be doubled, but it will have the opposite effect. ”

"In other words, this woman's Yin Yuan is perfect with me? But uncle, when you look at her dress, no matter how you look at it, you feel dead for a long time. ”

"Don't worry, you will understand after listening to Lao Tzu talk about her."

"Qin Zhun Riverside.

The smoke cage is cold and the moon is long, and the night is close to the restaurant in Qinhuai.

At that time, Nanjing was still called the place of poetry and painting of Jinling by the rioters.

The whole country is in a chaotic and prosperous years, but the two sides of the Qinhuai River are still lively.

"Ten miles of Qinhuai, six dynasties of powder, painting pavilion and beauties".

The cargo ships on the wharf are transporting the large and small merchants who are selling along the coast, the green buildings and flower boats in the red lights and green willows, Qin Zhun Bayan, and ten golden hairpins, all rolled together like stars, noisy and noisy, suddenly like a dream.

At that time, Wu Bao'er was not yet good, and she was a cash cow in the eyes of the old bustard of Fengyi Building.

The world is like wind and rain, Wu Bao'er's parents died when she was young, she had no relatives, and the chaos was sold into the window, and since then she has been in the dust.

Fortunately, she was born with a good appearance, and after going to the flower building, she was able to eat and dress warmly, her body and limbs gradually grew, her white muscles were better than snow, and she was as beautiful as the cone plum on the bank of the Qin Zhun River.

Raised upstairs until seventeen, Xi gradually spread his reputation.

Passengers on both sides of the strait know that there is such a pretty woman in Fengyi Tower, who is waiting to be released, and she is not a human thing.

The old bustard knew that strange goods could live, and he was good at the art of indulging in the old thing, so he did not allow the guests to ask for anything with her, and only let her be a "geisha" to play the piano and have fun.

So every time the drinker was hot, he saw the beauty behind the yellow light curtain with red cheeks and pink cheeks, and her figure was shadowy, only the sound of the piano was light in his ears, and he couldn't help but be dazzled and teased.

At first, Wu Bao'er was still afraid, hiding behind the curtain and trembling.

And the Qinhuai River north and south freight, the dignitaries and dignitaries who came and went, rich Jia Wenhao, she saw a lot later, and her heart was calm, her subordinates gradually stabilized, and then played a light and soft tune, and the sound of oars and lights on the Qinhuai River outside the window, it was easy to intoxicate the hearts of the wanderers in the past.

Later, she met a young descendant named Liang Nan.

Liang Nan is a small worker, responsible for transporting wine to Chaofengyi Building at the Guifu Restaurant next to the Confucius Temple every day.

Fengyi Lou is a big business, at least ten jars of wine are needed every day, five buckets of wine, Liang Nan holds the handle of the rubber car in both hands, pushes the wine jar that is like a mountain, and the muscles on the shoulders are bulging with cooked copper. When it was transported smoothly and steadily to the backyard of Fengyi Building, hot sweat was dripping tightly against the gown.

Wu Bao'er met with him a few times, and when she saw Housheng's sturdy back, short hair roots, thick eyebrows, and white and good teeth when she laughed, Wu Bao'er couldn't help but be ashamed.

Liang Nan took the handkerchief she handed over, cherished and wiped his sweat, raised his eyes and looked again, the girl had been hidden in the deep building, and later he learned that she was the Oiran of the Fengyi Building in that trick, and the men on both sides of the Qinhuai Strait were fascinated and often talked about "that woman", Liang Nan couldn't help but panic, and his brain was beating wildly.

He knew that he was not worthy of such a girl, even in his dreams, he did not dare to have such extravagant hopes.

He gritted his teeth and threw the handkerchief into the Qin Zhun River late at night, but he regretted it when he just got rid of it, and hurriedly went down to the river and picked it up in embarrassment.

He was drenched, carefully put away the veil, the rippling light waves on the water in the night wind shook the galaxy, and he lowered his head and sighed that the world was grinding.

When he was pushing a wheelbarrow and walking on the street, his hands could no longer hold the handles, his ribs were soft, and the person reversed crookedly.

Liang Nan sat on the ground with his feet and necks, watching the broken wine flow all over the ground, and didn't care about it, letting it pour a wet tide in his heart.

"Liang Nan, you also have today!" Acquaintances on the road grinned at him.

"yes, I have today." Liang Nan responded bitterly.

He picked up the fragments of the jar at his feet, raised his head and drank the wine on it, and his blood welled up on his head.

The young man was already vigorous, and Liang Nan was naturally strong and tenacious, so after drinking that sip of wine, he strode to Fengyi Tower.

The reward was naturally a bloody head, and he was driven out by a group of priests. He didn't give up, and went a second and third time.

Wu Bao'er had never seen such a stunned person, and after panicking, she also made up her mind. She first knocked herself on the head and bled out, and after several unsuccessful attempts to die, she began to go on a hunger strike again.

Since entering Fengyi Building, she has never suffered a crime, and now this commotion has made the old bustard have nothing to do.

Later, the old bustard relented and said that after raising her for four years, he couldn't let her go like this, at least he had to take on forty guests. Wu Bao'er knew that after she became good, she wanted to live a good life with Liang Nan, how could she do this kind of thing again.

She cried and begged the bustard for mercy, saying that she owed her a debt and had to pay it back in the next life. At this time, Liang Nan broke in in a hurry, he was bruised all over, one eye was swollen like a pecan, and the corner of his mouth was cracked.

He said to the bustard: "Since she owes you four years, I, Liang Nan, will pay you back four years!"

As he spoke, he felt out the broken wine jar stubble in his arms, violently chopped off the two fingers of his left hand, changed his hand, and removed two fingers.

The hot blood "squeaked" and dripped into a stream, Liang Nan's eyes were clear, he raised his damaged palms and slapped them four times in the air, and the blood droplets scattered all over the ground were as gorgeous as cherry blossoms.

At that time, there were people in the casino who relied on the "Jumping Treasure Case" to use meat as a gambling chip to forcibly collect protection fees, but it was still rare to chop fingers to repay debts in the green building, and the old bustard was stabbed with blood, and saw that Wu Baoer really couldn't coax back, so he thought he was unlucky and let them go.

Liang Nan pulled Song Nian out of Fengyi Tower like this, and the blood still kept dripping along the way.

That night, the two sat on the bed, hugged each other, cried for a while, laughed for a while, and were stupid. Wu Bao'er blew on Liang Nan's mutilated hands, feeling pity and worry.

Liang Nan knew what she was worried about, so he patted his chest and said, don't worry, I have the strength to support you, although the future days are not as good as in that building, but I promise not to let you suffer.

Liang Nan is a person who does what he says, although he has crippled his palms, he is more quick to work. He rented a rickshaw outside and started pulling cars.

He is diligent in his mouth, smart in his legs and feet, pulling up the car and running like the wind, with a satisfied and happy expression on his face. Wu Bao'er started to be a virtuous helper.

Their dwelling was rented, three yuan for half a year, detached, with a bluestone wall covered with green moss, and a bricked yard.

The house belongs to someone else, but the days are their own, Wu Bao'er asked her husband to buy vegetable seedlings and flower seeds, and opened a vegetable field and a flower garden in the yard.

Liang Nan took matters into his own hands and came back with a peach tree, the bark of which was green and tough, no thicker than the baby's wrist.

Wu Bao'er stroked the peach tree carefully, her heart was happy, and she blamed Liang Nan for spending money indiscriminately, saying that such a small tree, when will it be able to wait until it blooms.

Liang Nan smiled and said that when he waited until next spring, he would be able to bloom.

Wu Bao'er sat on the small stool with satisfaction, directing Liang Nanchuang Shukeng, like a little daughter-in-law.

At this time, it is already summer, the cloves of Qingling have not yet been thanked, the vigorous roses have bloomed first, cucumber top flowers, tomato powder, cool and cool wind blowing through the courtyard, Wu Bao'er has returned to the party for the first time The air in the world is so bright.

She had been confined to the Narrow Pavilion for too long, and now she did not want to stay in the house.

So I liked to sit under the small peach tree in the courtyard and watch Liang Nan work with his bare back, panting.

Chopping wood, watering, and sweeping the floor were all handled by Liang Nan, who was smiling at her while doing the work.

Autumn goes to winter, and the wind is getting tighter, and it is covered on the roof with a roar.

Every day, Liang Nan still has to get up early and go out to run in the hazy sky.

The world is getting more and more difficult, and there is chaos outside, and one person is going out and another is coming in.

Liang Nan came back later and later at night.

Wu Bao'er sat in the room trembling with the lamp on, looking at her own shadow on the ground. The shadow shook with the candle, and occasionally the lamp oil burst and her heart slammed.

It wasn't until the door opened outside and the familiar tall figure arched in with the sound of the wind that she was completely relieved, and gently dusted off the green frost on his body and replaced the coat that was hard into an ice shell.

"Wait, just wait until spring begins!" At night, she saw Liang Nan's eyes flashing in the dark, so she caressed his chest and comforted him.

The days went by, and finally a south wind blew.

The ice cubes under the eaves clattered, and the grass roots on the walls hatched green shoots in the snow. Wu Bao'er wrapped Liang Nan's long clothes, swallowed saliva, and counted the sparrows in the yard looking for food. Liang Nan, who was secretly pulling the string, was buckled under the basket by several jumping spirit creatures.

He quickly cooked the flesh, and gave it to her like a treasure, drizzling it with coarse salt, and steaming with a hot aroma.

Wu Bao'er pinched a small piece and stuffed it into her mouth, stared at Qingqing and chewed it carefully, and suddenly helped Liang Nan retch. Spring has finally arrived.

Liang Nan stretched his legs and feet for a long time, stretching his bones all over his body. Satisfied, he twisted his waist and dragged the handlebars out the door.

There was a cunning thought in his mind for a long time: he would return early today and take his wife to see Langzhong. He carefully observed his wife's recent behavior and made a bold sweet guess. But everything had to wait for Lang Zhong to decide, and until then, he had to do his best to remain calm.

But he had to be excited by the thought, and his hand holding the handlebar shook a little, and he couldn't wait to get back as soon as he strode out of the house.

Wu Bao'er naturally didn't know Liang Nan's thoughts, she was thinking about her big things: to plant a few new spring leeks in the vegetable field, and a few days will be the day when the landlord asks for rent, and then she needs to make up a few more good words, and the peach trees in the yard have really budded, and they are wrapped in small flour balls, which still need to be good to raise these days.

She thought about these questions back and forth for a day.

Thinking of the overcast sky outside and the muffled thunder bulging on the eaves, she remembered the most important thing, Liang Nan should have arrived home a long time ago.

She was confused, her hand twisting the needle was not accurate, and gradually she only heard the sound of rain outside, and the sky was getting darker and darker. Wu Bao'er put down the things she was sewing, gritted her teeth, and went out with a tarpaulin.

The villagers in the neighborhood have poisonous eyes, buying like broken knives, especially the men, with oily green light in their eyes, so after following Liang Nan, she rarely goes out.

She walked under the big oilcloth umbrella, through the bluestone alley, and the ground was full of trickles, wetting her pink embroidered cloth shoes.

The rain carried the fresh wind, splashed and stained the alley wall, and also penetrated her trouser legs, and the cold and numb coolness kept climbing into her heart.

She ran all the way to the entrance of Qinhong Street a few alleys away, and finally found Liang Nan. Liang Nan lay sideways in the rain, his car crooked to the side like a loyal black dog.

Wu Bao'er's legs were weak, and she sat down, she looked at Liang Nan who was still holding the handkerchief she gave before she died.

A steady stream of blood flowed from his soft and waxy body, soaked in the rain in wisps, mixing into an uneven earthy yellow. She first cried, then turned to vomiting.

The figures passing by on the street are like ghosts, numb in a hurry, windy and rainy, and too busy to take care of themselves. Later, a soldier helped her.

The soldier carried Liang Nan on his back and walked in front without saying a word, and Wu Bao'er cried and followed behind, like a child who was caught home by an adult.

After returning home, the soldier told her that it must be a foreigner's car that can kill people on the street.

But now no one can afford to mess with foreigners, and when he is in chaos, Wu Bao'er's crying gets louder, and he even suspects that she didn't listen at all, just crying intently.

So he had no choice but to shut up and look around the poor house at a loss.

The woman's cry tickled his eardrums, and he didn't say anything more, and hurried in.

Ten days later, Wu Baoer knew that she could not afford to renew the lease, so she had to move out.

Before leaving, the peach tree bloomed even more angrily, full of power and puffy pink flowers, Wu Bao'er really did not contain it, and broke off a flower branch and inserted it in the baggage.

She moved to a shantytown closer to the Qinhuai River, where it was filthy and messy, damp with the damp wind and the smell of the dock workers' sweat, but fortunately the housing prices were low.

In winter, she and Liang Nan's child was born, Liang Nan's surname was Liang, so she named the child Liang Tian. The boy has round black eyes, similar to Liang Nanji. With Liang Tianhou, Wu Bao'er's life is even more miserable. She couldn't survive alone, but now she had to fill two mouths.

She knew that Fengyilou could no longer tolerate herself, looked at the baby waiting to be fed, hesitated again and again, and finally went to the sea and became a secret prostitute.

The first transaction that Wu Bao'er received, the guest's name was Lin Shaoqi, and he entered the house with his neck lowered, and he could hold tendons in his hands.

Wu Bao'er had the courage to take a look, and saw that the person who came had a white face, frequent cheeks, and eyelashes fanning, not a few years older than her, so she was comforted a little.

Lin Shaoqi looked at Wu Bao'er for a long time before recognizing her.

Years ago, it was he who helped carry her husband back to her home, when Wu Bao'er was drenched and crying so dark that it was difficult to distinguish her appearance.

And now sitting under this lamp, graceful and graceful, a pair of autumn water cut autumn pupils, which really made him excited, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Wu Bao'er didn't recognize him, but felt that he had a kind face, not like those, so she boldly said a few more words to him. She learned that Lin Shaoqi was a gun-carrying Qiu Ba, and there was a widowed sister at home with a young daughter.

In those years, the warlords were fighting, human lives were like grass, and those who were soldiers were even more precarious, and it was common for them to lack food and wages.

Wu Bao'er felt pity for him in her heart, and even more pity for herself, so she said more warm words. Lin Shaoqi listened in a daze, his heart was hot, and his mind was sober and dizzy for a while. When he left the next day, Lin Shaoqi put a big dollar on the table.

Wu Bao'er saw that she couldn't say so much, and the guests couldn't say much, so she strode out in a panic. Wu Bao'er looked at his back, and vaguely remembered why this person was familiar.

Since then, Lin Shaoqi has not been here for a long time.

Wu Bao'er held Liang Tian in her arms, and sometimes leaned on the door frame and lost her mind for a while.

The peach branch that was planted miraculously sprouted rice buds, which made her happy for a while, but then slowly withered. The flowers are blooming, the dew is green, she has seen a lot, and she can naturally see it.

Later, there was a knock on the door one day, and Wu Baoer panicked and saw a five or six-year-old girl standing outside. The girl tied two brush handles with a blue-headed rope, not afraid of people, raised her head and held up a package, and smelled a fragrance through the oiled paper.

Wu Bao'er opened it and saw that it was half a marinated saltwater duck, with its neck and head, and it was hot on her hand. Wu Bao'er couldn't help but be surprised, and asked the girl whose child it was. The girl said the name of a woman she had never heard of.

The girl said, "This duck was sent to the house by my uncle, and my mother said that men are good-looking, and they are sullen, and they don't want to open their mouths, so she cut the duck in half and let me send it to you."

Wu Bao'er laughed, and immediately tore off a duck leg to give the girl a return salute.

The salted duck of Jinling City is a must, the method is to marinate the plitter first, the skin is white and the meat is tender, a piece of slippery meat comes off the bone, the fat is fragrant, tight and spicy.

Wu Bao'er dismantled the half duck bit by bit, and carefully chewed it all afternoon, sucking no oil stars at all.

Later, the little girl came a few more times, and she seemed to know the way well. Some of the things were sent by Lin Shaoqi, and some were sent by his sister.

Wu Bao'er's heart began to be troubled, and when she saw the girl, she shed tears first.

The girl's name is Erya, less than six years old, she has the appearance of a little adult, and when she comes, she doesn't want to leave, and she plays with Xiao Liangtian next to her.

Wu Bao'er learned from Erya that her mother's legs had been on her feet for many years and she had no ability to stand, so she was asked to run forward and backward. When Wu Bao'er heard this, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in her heart, and reached out to touch Erya's little braid. It's still hard days.

The customers who secretly prostitutes are poor people who have no money and no power, most of them are laborers and coolies on the docks, embarrassed singles, and street gangsters who do not enter the stream.

These people don't have the elegance and leisure of Fengyi's upstairs, at the beginning, Wu Bao'er was tossed so much that she almost went crazy, and her thin body was almost falling apart, but when she glanced at Liang Tian in the shaking bed, she took everything silently.

In the dark and oppressive night, the man's wheezing and hot sweat condensed into chaotic qi, floating on the roof beams, and Wu Bao'er listened to the whistle of the boat from the Qinzhu River in a drowsy manner.

The long voice seemed to come from a dream, hazy, soothing the suffering souls of the living and dead in the darkness. One day, Lin Shaoqi came, wearing a military uniform, tall and spirited, but his hands and feet were still restrained.

Wu Bao'er watched happily, helping him straighten the buttons on his neck and pull the back of the placket, as if she had made it herself. That night, Liang Tian cried all night, hindering the affairs of adults, Wu Bao'er felt ashamed, and got up to move Bao'er to the outhouse. Lin Shaoqi snatched Bao'er over, hugged him in the crook of his arm and coaxed him, he said to himself that he had coaxed the second girl when he was a child, and he had experience.

After a while, if he really stopped crying, Lin Shaoqi gently arranged him in the middle of the bed, stretched out his long arms to hug the two of them, and fell asleep deeply.

The floating world is full of ups and downs, and the quiet night is pitiful, and Wu Bao'er rarely sleeps soundly.

When he woke up, Lin Shaoqi was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze. He said that there was going to be a war and that he didn't know when he would be able to come back. He rummaged through his up and down pockets, unable to even touch a piece of copper, ashamed and anxious, and the big man stood there with a red face. Wu Bao'er let him stand wooden, ran to the stove herself, and conjured up three hot red-skinned eggs. She arranged: "Give one to your sister, one to the second one, and the other one is yours." Lin Shaoqi pushed and gave her back the one he had: "You have to take care of your body."

Wu Bao'er stuffed it into him again: "You have to have strength to fight on the front line, and you can't run the bullets when you're hungry."

The man peeled the egg in front of her and divided it into two pieces, he stuffed a petal into his mouth and said vaguely: "Bao'er, don't worry, I will come back to you two by designation."

Wu Bao'er took the remaining half, and before she could put it in her mouth, her heart was warm.

In the old society, prostitution was a legal business, and it was a generous business, with its own swagger.

There is a term in the prostitution line called "walking", that is, in the spring, summer, and autumn, especially when the summer night is cool, the person in charge of the brothel leads the street to wander around, three by three, two, tired, drunk and shakes the fan, red powder and incense, from Yaojia Lane to Gongyuan West Street, the demon walks between the public and the public, so as to achieve the effect of publicity.

The men saw that their eyes were hot and their hearts were itchy, but the eldest son in his pocket still had to provide grain for his family to chew, and he couldn't afford to drink the flower wine on the boat, so he ran to the prostitution.

Secret prostitution is also called secret door, and people who come here are commonly known as "drilling dog holes"

Because it is an illegal business, those who operate this business are not allowed to attract customers in a big way, so they have to ask "runners" to "bring water" to play a role in attracting introductions.

And most of them did not give a profit to the "running people", so they had to solicit customers by themselves, squatting in rows at the entrance of the alley, by the wharf, and in the grocery business area.

The comer is hunched with his hands behind his back, bowing his head and looking at each other, as if he is taking a buyer's nature.

Once the negotiation was reached, they left tacitly one after the other.

The place where Wu Bao'er lives is near this fireworks alley, and most of the surrounding people are engaged in this business, which is quite large-scale.

But after all, there are still most poor households who pursue benefits, but sometimes even poor men come to try it, so she has to go out to solicit customers.

At that time, Liang Tian was not yet three years old, and it was difficult for him to be trapped on the shaker.

Wu Bao'er thought of a good solution, which was to put Bao'er in an empty tank and put cotton wool on it. Liang Tian climbed against the wall inside, sitting in the well and watching the sky, so as to be safe.

Spring goes to autumn, and the world grinds people.

On the other side of the river, there were sometimes sporadic gunshots, and Wu Bao'er guarded Liang Tian, staring and listening quietly. Night Dance Bo'er was picking up customers when there was a knock on the door outside.

There is always a red light hanging on the door of the secret prostitution, and if it is bright, it will be empty, and when it is extinguished, it will be profitable, so it is said that no one should come to look for flowers at this time. The guests were distracted, squirming their fat maggot-like bodies and cursing in their mouths. Wu Bao'er went to open the door, but the people outside were dirty and fell in against the door. She recognized that it was Lin Shaoqi, and her heart suddenly became sour.

Lin Shaoqi was covered with colors, his clothes were dirty and oily, and he cried when he saw Wu Bao'er, crying like a child. He said, "My sister is sick and dead, and I have come to mourn at home."

Wu Bao'er couldn't speak, so she could only hold him and rub her hair, when Xiao Erya poked out from behind, wilting like a kitten. She took hot water, cut the rotten clothes on Lin Shaoqi's body, and saw the accumulation of coarse scars on the originally smooth chest and back, she couldn't help crying, she said, "I'm back this time, won't I leave?"

Lin Shaoqi hung his head and said, "I ran back as a soldier, and after my sister was killed, I had to rush back, staying here will affect you."

"Walk more?"

"It's not good to say, the army has won the battle, and it has to continue to march west.

He continued: "As soon as I leave, Erya will be handed over to you." Wu Bao'er nodded: "I'll treat her as a daughter."

Lin Shaoqi lowered his head and rummaged through the pile of rotten clothes on the ground, and found two tin cans and put them in Wu Bao'er's hands. "That's all I have."

On the second day, as soon as the sky was hazy, Lin Shaoqi was leaving.

Before leaving, Wu Bao'er stuffed him with a hard-boiled egg, Lin Shaoqi didn't want it, Wu Bao'er said: "Take it, if you eat it, you will have thoughts, and if you miss people, you can come back."

Lin Shaoqi gritted his teeth and stuffed it closely.

Wu Bao'er hugged Liang Tian and led Erya, and sent him to the mouth of the alley, only to wait until the person was completely gone, and then slowly went back.

Half a year has passed, and I haven't heard any news about the outside. At this time, Erya was already six or seven years old, sensible, and could help her take care of Bao'er.

Soon after she entered the door, she called Wu Bao'er Niang, one by one, crispy, and Wu Bao'er's heart was sweet. The west wind is cold and rainy, and it is the twilight of the year.

The rain in the night was precise, with a sound, Wu Bao'er was half asleep, and she heard something unusual in the sound of the rain, and she had the courage to touch the top door bar and open the outer door.

The rain was shiny and shiny, splashing the stars with chill, and she saw a thin man cowering against the wall, and the raindrops poured down from the eaves, soaking his satin robe shiny.

Wu Bao'er picked up the guests for a day, and she was already tired and her bones were weak, so she said good things softly and refused.

The man stood there hesitating, a black head emerging from under his robe, a tiger-headed boy. The man was a northerner, and he brought a boatload of dry goods to Jinling, and when he crossed the Wende Bridge, the boat capsized, and the full cabin of goods was soaked in water, and he also took a guy.

The man poured his money and couldn't even afford to live in an inn with his son, and after several inquiries, he found that it was the most economical to spend the night in a secret prostitute.

Wu Bao'er let the man into the house, and the little boy quickly fell asleep after Yan Pei several times. The man changed his dry clothes, and then he took care of Wu Bao'er, and looked at the beautiful woman under the lamp, and couldn't help but hold his breath.

This year, Wu Bao'er is not yet thirty years old, and her eyebrows and eyes are still the same, although she has lost a lot of weight, she is even more pity-touching.

"Is there really no other way?" He couldn't help but sigh sadly.

The man's name is Xiao Ke, his wife died early, and he was wandering outside with his son alone.

Although he is a northerner, he has a faint bookish aura on his body, with two slender sword eyebrows, and a straight and thin figure. He has no capital, only some loose silver left close to him, so he can only commit himself to staying here. Seeing that he was well-behaved and polite, Wu Bao'er should stay with him every night. It's just that she still has to work during the day, and a big man is always in the way.

Xiao Ke knew that he took his son out for a walk during the day, and later, he took Erya and Liang Tian by the way.

Ten miles of Qinhuai thought was prosperous, and the gold powder of the six dynasties went through vicissitudes.

At that time, along the banks of the river, the Confucius Temple was the commercial city center, including Bailuzhou and Qianbaomen, and the streets were bustling with bright lights, three religions and nine streams, shouting to buy and sell, and the noise and noise had been noisy for hundreds of years.

Xiao Ke held Erya with his left hand, held Liang Tian in his arms, and then led his little tiger with the corner of his clothes, one big and three small walked in the downtown area, Xiao Ke's pace was unhurried, with a bit of gentle demeanor, which attracted many people to take care of him.

Jinling people are fine, and the food is also with the character of the person, regardless of the high or low materials, they must bring some delicacy and hard work.

Grilled cakes and dried shreds from Yonghe Garden, duck fat puff pastries and mixed vegetable buns from Kei Fong Pavilion, smoked fish and silver silk noodles and thin-skin dumplings from Zhan Yuan...... Qin Zhun has eight uniques, and he has exhausted the gluttony in the stomachs of the people on both sides of the strait, but it is not an ordinary family.

Xiao Ke naturally couldn't afford it, so he took his children to stop at the "boatman's canteen" on the bank of the river at noon.

A bowl of beef soup for four cents is a luxury meal bought for coolies, the vermicelli of dense strips is crystal clear, shining brightly, the beef is cut into pieces, stewed in the old soup until soft and tough, and then accompanied by minced green onions, non-yellow, minced garlic and spicy, drizzled with boiling oil, fresh and spicy mixed with steam on the face.

Xiao Ke bought a serving, divided it into two bowls, let Huzi and Erya eat it in Haihai, and sat with Qin Bao'er crossed his legs to the river, the simple roof of the shed was blown by the wind, he smoked a cigarette, looked at the thousands of grains and thousands of sails on the river, just like the scribes of ancient Linjiang Sizhe.

Xiaoke lived at Wu Bao'er for a month, ran out of money, and when he left, he expressed his thoughts about her. Wu Bao'er blushed and lowered her head and pinched the corners of her gown.

She said: "You go, you are upright, you can find a good one, you shouldn't be dirty by me..."

Another half a year passed, and one day a military jeep came and stopped at the door. Two soldiers jumped out of it, took out a death notice with a red stamp, read it to Wu Bao'er, took five silver dollars and stuffed it into her hand, and then jumped into the car with a blank face and rushed to the next house.

Wu Bao'er pinched the letter with black letters and red stamps, her body trembled, tears flowed, and she didn't cry out loud.

Winter goes to spring, and it's another season.

On this day, Erya ran into the house excitedly and dragged Wu Bao'er outside, Wu Bao'er was led by her and saw the father and son standing outside the door.

Xiao Ke was tanned, and Sven's face was a little mountain jujube color, and the size of the tiger jumped to half of his waist, and the round black pupils were concave with a pair of wine vortices.

"How long are you going to stay here?" Wu Bao'er was busy by the stove to catch the wind for the two. Xiao sat down solemnly, lit a cigarette, and said, "I don't want to go."

He said: "I made some money this time, I could have earned more, but I have always been hanging on your mother in my heart, and Huzi also said that I miss the young lady, so I took him here one by one, and I won't leave?"

Wu Bao'er stopped, turned her back to him and didn't speak.

Xiao was panicked, turned her around, and saw Wu Bao'er's red eyes, and suddenly cried.

The two children were stunned, and Xiao Liangtian also leaned against the wall and came softly, staring at the four people in the room curiously. According to Xiaoke's meaning, she wants to hold a marriage decently, but Wu Baoer disagrees, not to mention the money, she can't stand the tongues of the neighbors.

The toilet is handled lightly, red paper, new clothes, and fragrant fruits are always to be eaten, and Wu Bao'er couldn't sleep in a daze the night before she played, her eyes were open, and she was thinking wildly.

It was dawn and after eating, Xiao Ke really called her to go out together.

Wu Bao'er was very resistant, because before that, she had only gone out for one thing.

The dilapidated gate protected her like a garment, and she didn't know what to do when she got out, where to look her eyes, and what others thought of her.

Xiao Ke patted her on the shoulder: "It's okay, there are me, and the children." Wu Bao'er was like a little beast that hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and followed Xiao Ke out timidly. Two people with three children, walking next to each other, on the street is a small group. When people look at it, their eyes become colorful, and their tongues become lively.

Xiao Ke was still gentle and unhurried, he put his hands around Wu Bao'er, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, what is there to be afraid of?"

Wu Bao'er felt the strength of that hand, and her waist straightened.

She gradually evened out the breath in her chest, and her face was raised, and the air of early spring carried the smell of sunshine that had not been seen for a long time, intertwined with all kinds of complicated aromas and stenches on the street, mixing with the fireworks of the market.

Wu Bao'er finally felt that she was shopping like an ordinary person, and she remembered that she was a bride, and when she was happier than ordinary people, she unconsciously straightened her waist.

They went to the cloth shop together, cut a few feet of bright red cloth, and asked for some other materials, so that they could keep them to make new clothes for the children.

I went to buy a pound of candy, red, green, and green, wrapped in cellophane, fragrant fruits, and shortbread, and I also bought a pack each, and deliberately let the shopkeeper wrap the red thread.

I went to the butcher shop and cut two catties of pork, and the fat was as fat and oily as mutton fat jade.

When passing by the Lianhu cake shop, Xiao Ke stopped again, and weighed eight taels of osmanthus sandwich small lantern festival and five-color cake without blinking. The family of five was walking on the way back, and the idlers around them had already smelled like wild dogs. Far and near, he said.

Until they entered the door, those people were still standing at the door, chattering and staring.

When Xiao Ke saw them pointing to the red light on the door, smiling and screaming, he reached out and grabbed a handful of candy and threw it at them like a stone.

While they were grabbing food, they took down the lantern that invited the customer, closed the door, and stepped on the soles of their feet. Wu Bao'er ran to the stove and was busy when she entered the door, and the children were rushing to eat in the house.

Xiao Ke summoned Huzi, handed him a half-twisted second kick, and asked, "Do you dare to order?"

Huzi, who was more than seven years old, nodded, squatted on the ground, took his father's cigarette butt again, and lit the fuse with a wicked pestle.

A screech of the cannon burst into the air, surpassing the layers of green bricks and black tiles, startling the flock of pigeons, and a dull sound in the gray sky of early spring.

Three months after marriage, Xiao Ke was a little idle.

Wu Bao'er saw his thoughts, so she persuaded: "Father, son, go out and break in, it's not a matter for big men to stay all the time."

Xiao Ke said: "I don't have to worry about your mother."

"It's okay, you come back early, the child is guarded by me."

Xiao immediately extinguished the cigarette butt and went to bed early.

Wu Bao'er took the child to the dock to see him off, the water of the Qinhuai River was turbid, the flute in the dock was long and steady, and Xiao Ke stood at the bow of the boat and waved his hand for a long time.

He left and didn't come back for two years. Wind and rain waves, duckweed in troubled times.

Wu Bao'er was hanging in her heart, thinking, but there was no plan to survive in front of her, so she could only hang the lantern and return to her old business.

The men who had eaten candy around him came to "take care" of the business with good intentions, and they did not forget to humiliate after the incident, pulling their hair and scolding "cousin"!

There are also ruffians who eat white rice, who are justified and refuse to pay the bills, and cooperate with their feet. This kind of prostitute was not a minority at that time, and when they encountered it, they could only endure it.

Whenever the mother was nervous, Huzi led Erya and Liang Tian to sit on the bank of the Qinzhun River, the sky was vast and the water was boundless, the layers of river waves were slowly rolling, and the sunset was shining on the water, rolling gold.

Whenever they saw a cargo ship with gasoline lights in the distance, the three children shouted, "Daddy! Father! The childish voice echoed in the dim river mist.

When Wu Bao'er was thirty years old, she fell seriously ill and her head burned badly.

At that time, the big brothels had accidents one after another, and Zidong was also in chaos, with officials, valves, bandits, and each occupying one side, and the small people who had spare money and were afraid of causing trouble went to find secret prostitutes.

On this day, she picked up customers as usual, and was abused in a drowsy state, and she was dead.

She pulled out the scissors, and in a dazzled sight, she saw Xiaoke's appearance floating in the air, and smiled at her. At this time, Erya entered the house and cried and shouted to stop her.

Wu Baoer gritted her teeth, for the sake of her three children, she survived, and continued to make a living the next day.

At that time, the secret prostitutes were all charged on a per-time basis, and the volume was full, three cents at a time, which was the same as the price of six pieces of stinky dried tofu and a pound of cotton.

Wu Bao'er raised the children of three people alone in that turbulent and dark era.

Inconstancy.

She was not yet thirty-five years old when she died, and a woman who had been immersed in prostitution for too long had a long life.

She didn't wait for the moment when she was dying.

Later, Erya married someone and went to the south, Liang Tian was imprisoned for participating in the procession, and he was not allowed to be released from prison to bury his relatives, so Huzi had to personally roll up Wu Bao'er's body and bury it by the Qin Zhun River.

As a martyr of the old society, Wu Bao'er's dozens of bodies that sank in the troubled times finally turned into a blood-soaked fertile soil on the banks of the Qin Zhun River.

The wind and smoke are vast, the blood sun is shining in the evening, and the tiger buried his adoptive mother, crying against the turbid waves of the river.

Later, Huzi embarked on his own life alone, he knew from Wu Bao'er that his father was from Shandong, so he went to Lu to look for each other, and then went to Henan, Shanxi, and Hebei to find nothing.

Wandering in troubled times, I can't help myself, decades of work have passed in a flash, and the name Xiaoke has long been buried in the years of Fauci with the passage of time.

Huzi stayed in Shandong.

Send you off, read your return, and return when the rivers and lakes are far away.

Decades-old houses have been bulldozed and covered with neat green trees, and it is difficult to see what they were at the beginning.

Some people asked about Huzi's whereabouts, some people said that he returned to his hometown and lived in Nanjing, and some people said that he had a cerebral hemorrhage on the train and died halfway.

If Huzi really passed away, then no one in the world would know what kind of eyebrows and eyes the woman on the edge of the Qinhuai River was back then.

It wasn't until a few years ago that I didn't know that your grandfather broke into Kanto that year and dug her out two hours after Wu Bao'er was buried.

Since then, Wu Bao'er, who has been resurrected from the dead, has been sleeping in Taihang Mountain and has never opened her eyes.

This method is extremely precious and can only be used once in a lifetime.

I asked the old man what was the use of this woman.

The old man said that the soul death you have learned must be matched with this dance treasure to give full play to your ability. ”

Fall,

Su Ye only felt that his nose was a little sour.

There is a saying, "People can be born like ants and beautiful as gods", a sentence is quite touching, the noise of the world, in the dark places where the sun does not shine, there are many lowly and great little people, who once existed unknown.

They are as humble as duckweed ants, silently passing through the world, like a brief light in the night sky.

"Third Uncle, as you said earlier, Wu Bao'er's Yin Yuan and my cultivation Soul Determination complement each other and can speed up the refining speed. But I don't understand it now, what is the relationship between this dancing treasure and Yin Yuan?"

The third uncle slapped and exhaled: "Do you want to wow, that angle has only been made to cry by the big wind, just a yin yuan, but Wu Bao'er is different!"

She cries every day, every night,

Gritting his teeth and crying, squatting in the quilt and crying,

Various postures,

Tears flowed,

That Yin Yuan is a basket of wow! ”