Qi'er gently wiped away the tears that fell from the corners of Ah Lang's eyes, stared at him, and whispered: "Ah Lang, the poems you have spoken recently are full of pity, parting, and poignant, are they influenced by Lord Earth Mother?"

Ah Lang slowly shook his head, turned his head, caressed Qi'er's cheek lovingly, and said, "I have always liked to be sad, and there are more parting poems. Everyone's happiness is basically the same, and it is also very short-lived and fleeting. Today with close friends and relatives to talk about what will happen tomorrow, no one knows! Sadness, pain, sorrow, etc., negative emotions and thoughts are different for everyone, and they will accompany for a long time. For example, Mother Earth, she and Heavenly Father are both the ancestors of the human race, and they have been with love for a lifetime, and the Heavenly Father has been in the sky of the vast smoke continent in order for the descendants of our human race to reproduce and not be wiped out. And the earth mother has been silently supporting her husband behind her back, going hand in hand, sharing weal and woe, without complaint or regret. Until the death of the Heavenly Father, the Earth Mother was rescued by the seventh-level species of the top sequence of the universe, and stayed alone at the bottom of this Chakra Lake for hundreds of millions of years. The mother of the earth has remained unchanged for hundreds of millions of years. I think it's in this smoke-like universe that it's unique, unique, and unmatched!"

After listening to Ah Lang's words, Qi'er nodded lightly. Then he said slowly: "Heavenly Father and Earth Mother are the ancestors of our human race, and they are also the spiritual pillars of our human race. Since the two adults, for hundreds of millions of years, how many powerful ancestors have disappeared forever in the starry sky for the sake of the descendants of our human race not to be captured, humiliated, and destroyed. Although our juniors no longer know the origin of their names, their spirit of resistance to foreign races and unoppressed will live forever in the universe. ”

Ah Lang looked at Qi'er and said: "Qi'er, I, Ah Lang, am not a man with a heart, although I have six fiancées before you, but you are as important as them, in my heart, there is no priority." I will spend my whole life guarding you, and I will bring you happiness and joy, and never be sad or sorrowful. That's the only promise I can make to you. Because I can't guarantee whether I will have a wife in the future, because except for the first three wives I took the initiative, the rest until you are all forcibly attacked, forced men to be ducks, coerced and lured, and coerced me into submission. If I meet someone like you again in the future, what do you think I can do?" After Ah Lang finished speaking, he lowered his head, kept sighing, and shook his head again and again......

After listening to Ah Lang's words, Qi'er was stunned for a moment, and then kicked Ah Lang to the ground violently, rode on top of him, kneaded his cheeks vigorously, and tore his ears......

"You big silver thief, what I said earlier, it's still like that, it's more like that, this girl was so moved in her heart that tears almost burst out of her eyes. What are the words that are being said later? Who is attacking you? Who is hard on your horse? Still forcing men to be ducks? What kind of bullshit are you talking about! Well, Gui Alang, you have made it clear to your aunt and grandmother today, we can't care about the other sisters, we don't dare to ask, and we don't have that ability! I, Li Yiqi, have known you since I knew you, and until now, have I ever coerced and lured you? Have you ever coerced you?" Qi'er grabbed Ah Lang's two ears, and as she spoke, she was desperate, pulling and dragging wildly to the left and right......

Ah Lang grinned in pain, wailed again and again, hurriedly held Qi'er's hands tightly, and said in a loud voice: "Qi'er, my good fortune grandmother, you misunderstood! I was talking about a few of them, not you." My Qi'er is the most well-behaved, the most sensible, and the smartest of these wives! None of them are as good as yours, I'm really talking about them, I don't have to talk about you......!

"Husband, look at you, I didn't understand, but you don't have to make it clear! After a long time, our husband and wife have misunderstood! You see this is a trouble, hurry up, I'll help you up, the ground at the bottom of the lake is damp, be careful of catching a cold!" Qi'er's eyes were full of a look of sudden realization before she came to her senses. hurriedly helped Ah Lang up, and kept patting the dust on his body......

Ah Lang watched Qi'er's actions, kept rubbing his ears, and grinned. I secretly said in my heart: Pretend, you pretend to Lang Ye! Wait for Lang Ye to take you down and pick you up, let you see Lang Ye's methods, and then let you wail again and again, begging me for mercy. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but think about it, as if I had entered reality, and a weird, silver smile appeared on my face......

"Gui Ah Lang, what are you thinking? Look at you

That filthy smile!" Qi'er raised her head suddenly, and when she saw Ah Lang like this, she immediately yelled.

Ah Lang was frightened, and hurriedly said: "Qi'er, you misunderstood your husband again, I was thinking about classic poetry, and I was deeply immersed in it and couldn't extricate myself, so I looked like this!"

"Then you immediately say the poem!" Qi'er stared at Ah Lang with her eyes.

Ah Lang's eyes were gurgling, and his mouth was divided......

Qi'er was suddenly furious, and the ten fingers of his hands were in the shape of sharp claws, and he said loudly: "Gui Alang, I'll count three times, if you can't say it, your ears will pick it up on the ground......!"

Ah Lang trembled violently, and said loudly: "Don't, don't! My good grandmother Qi'er, there is!"

Ah Lang pleaded bitterly, and then chanted aloud......

The grace of the husband and the grace of the order, the solitary world to show the group, the bright color of the city, the expectation of virtue to rumors. Pei Mingyu is more than clean, Qi Youlan is to fight for fen, light tenderness is in the vulgar, and elegance is in Gaoyun. The sad morning and the evening are easy to feel, and the long diligence of life. The same is the end of a hundred years, He Huan is widowed and sorrowful! Zhu Wei and sit upright, Pan Qingse to self-please. It is good to send the fingers, and the sleeves are colorful. Instantaneous beauty eyes with flowing eyes, smiling without distinguishing.

The tune will be half, and the scenery will fall to Xixuan. Sadness knocks on the forest, and the white clouds are in the mountains. Look up at the heavenly road and listen to the strings. The demeanor is charming, and the demeanor is detailed. Stirring up the sound to feel the remainder, willing to take the knee to speak. I want to swear by myself, I am afraid of taking the courtesy, and I am afraid of others first. The mind is confused and calm, and the soul must be moved in a moment.

May the clothes be the collar, the Yu Fang of the head of Chenghua;

I wish to wear it as a belt, restrain the slim body, sigh the warm and cool strange air, or get rid of the old and serve the new.

I am willing to be in the hair, brush the temples on the shoulders, and the sad beauty is repeatedly bathed, from the white water to dry and fry.

I wish to be in the eyebrows, and look at it with the leisure; sad fat powder is still fresh, or take it to destroy the makeup.

I am willing to sit in Dongguan and be weak in the third autumn;

I wish to be in the silk for the performance, the attachment is enough to circumvent the circumstance, and the sad deeds are restrained, and the empty commission is abandoned in front of the bed.

May it be a shadow in the day and night, often attached to the form and the west and east;

May it be a candle at night, and the jade will be on the two wings;

I wish to be a fan in bamboo, with a sad and soft grip;

I wish to be a tree in the wood, to be a piano on the lap; sorrow and joy come with sorrow, and finally push me and drop out.

If you want to do it, you will go viral, and you will work hard in vain. Embracing labor and complaining, Burong and Yu Nanlin. The dew of the perched magnolia, the remaining shade of the green pine. Fu Xing has a good line, and Jiao Xin is afraid of the middle placket. Lonely and unseen, he only wants to find it in the air.

Collect the light jacket to redouble the road, look at the sunset and sigh. Walking to forget the fun, the color is miserable and discreet. Ye Xie Xie went to the strip, and his breath was sad and cold. The sun is gone, and the moon is in the clouds. The birds return alone with their sorrowful voices, and the beasts do not return to them. Mourn the twilight of the year, and hate the desire of the year. Thinking about the night dream, the spirit is drifting and uneasy. If the boat is lost, there is no climb on the cliff.

At that time, the north wind was miserable. Intimidation is sleepless, and thoughts wander. The shooting belt is to serve the morning, and the frost is in the plain stage. The chicken gathers its wings and does not sing, and the flute flows far away to clear the mourning. The beginning is dense and leisurely, and the end is bright and hidden. Mrs. Yi is here, and she is entrusted with the clouds to send her arms. Xingyun passed without saying a word, and the time passed by in a dying day. Thinking diligently with self-compassion, eventually blocking the mountains and bringing the river. Greet the breeze to dispel tiredness, and send the weak ambition to return to the waves.

After listening to the poems written by Ah Lang, Qi'er stood for a long time, and then whispered, "Would it be good for the husband to explain to Qi'er?"

Ah Lang looked at Qi'er's thoughtful appearance, gently took her in his arms, and muttered......

How magnificent and elegant her demeanor is, and how different and beautiful it is. Her beauty can be described as alluring and stunning, and the rumors of her virtues are yearning. Only the jingling jade pendant can compare to her purity, and only the noble orchid can compare with her fragrance. So I faded a piece of tenderness into the world, and placed my noble feelings on the clouds. Lamenting that time is fleeting, the dawn is twilight, how not to make people deeply feel the hardships of life, and the same will end when a hundred years later, why life

At that time, she lifted up the big red tent and sat in the center, plucked the guqin and was happy, her slender fingers brushed out the good music on the piano, and her snow-white wrists danced up and down, which fascinated me. When looking forward to it, the autumn waves flow in the beautiful eyes, and sometimes smile and speak without distracting the mind of the music.

Halfway through the music, the red sun slowly sank to the west wing. The music of the slightly sad Shang Palace echoed in the forest for a long time, and the clouds on the mountain were swirling with white smoke. Sometimes she looked up at the sky, and sometimes she lowered her head to urge the strings in her hands to make rapid music, her expression was so charming, and her demeanor was so serene and soft. The sound of her music made my heart move, and I longed to sit on her knees and have a heart-to-heart conversation. I wanted to go and make an oath with her in person, but I was afraid that I would be condemned for my sudden rudeness, and I wanted the blue bird envoy to deliver my letter, and I was afraid that others would be in front. I was so confused in my heart that I didn't know how many times my soul had turned in an instant.

May it be the collar of her blouse, and bear the fragrance of her beautiful countenance, but it is a pity that the grosgrain cardigan will be taken off from her at night, and the long night will be dark and only complain that the autumn night is not yet white! May it be the belt of her coat, and bind her slender waist, but the weather is different from the hot and cold, and when the time of change is to take off the old belt and replace it with a new one! May it be the oil on her hair, and moisten her black sideburns and scatter it beside her shoulders, and the poor beauty will suffer in boiling water every time she bathes!

I wish to be the makeup on her eyebrows, with her looking from afar and looking at it closely, and the sad fat powder is only good for the first painting of the new drawing, and it will be destroyed when the makeup is removed! I wish to be the Lin mat on her couch, so that her weak body is weak in the three autumn seasons, and the hateful day is cold and cold, and the embroidered brocade will be used instead of the Lin mat, and it can only be used again after a long time! May the silk thread become the plain shoes on her feet, and travel everywhere with the slender and beautiful feet, but it is a pity that there are knots in the advance and retreat, and can only be discarded in front of the bed when sleeping!

May it be her shadow in the daytime, follow her figure and wander around, and it will disappear under the shady tree, and the situation will be different for a while! May it become a candlelight in the night, and her jade face will shine under the beam in front of the hall, and it will be a sigh that the sunrise will show the light of the day, and the fire will be extinguished and the candle will be extinguished to hide the light! May it be turned into a bamboo branch and make a fan in her hand, and a slight cool breeze will be fanned out in her Yingying hand, but after the white dew, the fan will not be used in the morning and evening, and the beautiful woman's sleeves can only be sighed from afar! May I incarnate as a paulownia and make a piano on her lap, but once the joy is over and sorrow is born, it will eventually push me aside and stop the beautiful music!

None of my wishes were satisfactory, and I tried in vain with good intentions. Trapped by love, there was no one to confide in, and slowly paced to the woods to the south. Perch on the side of the dewy magnolia and feel the shade under the shade of the green pines. If you look at the person you love here, how will surprise and trepidation intersect in your heart?

When I returned to the original road to tidy up my clothes, I looked up and saw the sunset, and I couldn't help but sigh. Stop and stop all the way, and the scenery in the forest is miserable. The leaves around him can't help but fall from the branches, and the weather in the forest is sad. The red sun sank into the horizon with its last shadows, and the moon was already in the clouds for another view. The resident bird chirped and returned alone, and the courting beast had not yet returned. At the twilight of his age, he sighed deeply that the beautiful situation in front of him would end in an instant. When I think back to the scene in my dream at night and want to go back to the dream, I can't settle my mind in my thoughts, like a boater who has lost his oars, and like a mountaineer who has nowhere to climb.

At this moment, the starlight of Bi Pleiades illuminated the inside of the Xuan, the north wind outside made a loud noise, and his mind became more and more awake and could no longer sleep, and all his thoughts swirled in his mind. So he got up and dressed and waited for the dawn, and the cold frost on the stone steps in front of the house shone brightly. Si Chen's chickens were still perched with their wings and had not crowed, and the sound of the flute was clear and melancholy, and the sound of melancholy swayed into the distance. At first, the rhythm is delicate and leisurely and peaceful, and finally there is a decadent sound in the silence and clarity. In such a situation, I miss the beautiful woman, and ask the clouds in the sky to sustenance my heart. Xingyun quickly passed silently, and time passed like this. In vain, Yin Yin thought of experiencing sorrow alone, and finally the mountains blocked the footsteps and the river stagnation. Standing against the wind, hoping that the breeze can sweep away my worries and tiredness, and put that weak feelings into the ebb tide.

While listening to Ah Lang's explanation, Qi'er's eyes rubbed with tears, tears slowly slid down her cheeks, some tears soaked the placket of her chest, and some tears rolled down to the ground and slowly soaked into the soil......