We stared blankly, we didn't know the taste of meat for three months, and the faces of the dishes were excited, and no one thought that the pig's head three had inadvertently ruined this hard-won dinner, but thought: fuck, so much meat.

Song Da stared blankly, because he didn't have time to stop the impulse of the pig head three: "That's soy sauce wine and salt, you pour it into the pot in batches, the salt is enough to marinate the whole pig." ”

Pig Head San's face was panicked, "I don't know how to read." As he spoke, he shook off the rest of the material.

The contents of the pot have shown that it is definitely not unbearable for a person in the main hall, too many contents of the pig's head Santian make the pot feel like a drought, and the soy sauce has dyed the bottom of the pot into a sauce-colored color, and the meat, oil and vegetable leaves are entangled to death, and it has become a rotten paste at all.

The surviving rooster did not suffer a major disaster.

Xiao Ma Liu took the roast chicken out of the fire, sprinkled a large chicken leg, and respectfully took it to Song Da: "Song-Instructor Song, you first, the best part, it is the most fragrant while it is hot, and there is no extra ingredient." ”

Song Da was not polite, rolled up his sleeves and eagerly peeled off the mud, tore off the meat, and dipped it in the spices and devoured it.

We squatted, sitting, standing, munching on chicken and pork. Ah Wu Donkey rubbed the oil from his mouth on his hands, and then licked the oil from his hands into his mouth; The four oily chickens were too eager to chew because they were too anxious, so they had to pull them out of their throats and chew them again; The pig's head lowered three times and asked Niu Ba: "Is it still successful?" Niu Ba, who was suddenly asked by the pig head three, was focusing on the chicken, glared at him, and began to burp one after another.

Pig Tou San successfully killed the chicken breast and a bowl of meat, poured saliva into his mouth, and rinsed away the bitter and salty taste that almost numbled his mouth. Ah Wu Donkey rolled his eyes while looking at Niu Ba as if he was going to choke to death in the burps, which was choking on Xian. I handed the water to Niu Ba, thinking that he would pour it down in one gulp, but the man shook his head, his throat was salty and out of tune, but he was strong enough to say his reason: "I can't eat it if I drink water, and my stomach is up." ”

Pony Six, Ah Wu, Donkey, and Pig Head Three woke up violently, which now meant that one more sip of water would give one less bite of food, and they were so salty that they staggered to the pot to add as much content as possible to their bowls.

I was smart and didn't grab food from them, because Song Da used his official power to give me the largest chicken leg and the other two chicken legs to the sick second dog.

After eating and drinking, it was quite strange that there was a fight in the open space of the house. I sat in the courtyard looking up at the stars on the eaves of the patio, and although my expression was not good, I had no intention of stopping it, and Song Da sat next to me. And Pony Six, Ah Five Donkey, and Oil Four Chickens are babbling and doing dog legs. Niu Hachi didn't join because he was born to put himself in danger. A group of guys chased Pig Head Three into the open space, this gang of running habits and thin guys are really much more flexible than the two hundred pounds of pork head, so Pig Head Three ran and blew up his lungs, and the fists and feet behind him did not fall. He shouted as he ran: "I won't dare to put it so salty next time!" ”

It turned out that they were joking with the pig's head.

The pork can't be parried by three people, but they just use the pot lid to cover the butt to reduce the weight of the punches and feet, and the scumbags are not stupid, they hit the head when they cover the butt, and kick the butt with the head.

Song Da looked envious of this unrestrained human taste, "Won't you stop it?" ”

I also smiled and asked, "Do you need it?" ”

I sent Song Da out, and under the street lamp, he asked me: "Your family has a big mess to feed, what are your plans?" ”

I Shi Shiran smiled: "Poverty, fighting, poverty, and chaos are the labels of our lives. A person has a life, and when the ghost brother comes out, let's think about it in the long run, don't you still have two pairs of hands and a six-and-a-half-pound braincase, will you live. ”

Song Da hesitated, handed me an invitation letter, and asked a little, "Tomorrow night, my father Yan invited relatives and friends to reunite and held a masquerade ball, I want you to participate, okay?" ”

"What is a masquerade?"

"It's a dance party with a face covered, and if you don't dance well, no one else knows who it is. Tomorrow you wear a blue mask, and I won't be mistaken. ”

I waited for this moment: "Most of you upper-class ladies have a background of studying abroad, and I am a poor person who has never attended a day school, and I am a person from two worlds." ”

Song Da suddenly approached me very rudely, and frightened me into retreating towards the wall.

"I like you, I like your bravery, I like your tenacity, I like your fiery feelings, I like your ruthless coldness."

"No, you don't know me, I'm bending over a bowl of rice while you're eating a charred steak in Europe. Do you know why I'm arrogant? Because I have one thing that you rich people care about, and people like us don't, that's fate! So, our way of life is very different - your world is as delicate as a bonsai, and my world is simply hideous. ”

"No, you're full of energy, and you're full of energy. It's a pity to live in troubled times, a daughter's body, a man's heart, but you must not give up such a precious quality, I-I hope you don't distinguish your identity from me. ”

We were silent and looked at each other. Suddenly, I shuddered, and I thought that the story before I was 18 years old was just like Cinderella's blood, because she was just suffering and being ridiculed by her stepmother's family, and she could hope to survive until 99 without saying a word, and if she didn't have the most prince, the worst thing was to marry a farmer and live; My companions and I have been fighting cynically all the way, and I don't understand what has inspired me for so many years. In the long teenage years of falling asleep and waking up, the poor and longing for the light were like boring dialogue ghosts, punching and kicking.

I said with a straight face: "Sect Leader Song, listen well, I am willing to be your friend." ”

Song Da said: "Mao Jiujiu, before you, I had a girlfriend, she went abroad to stay abroad, and I have already broken off with her......"

I put a finger to my lips: "Shhh...... Don't talk about your past, I'm not interested, because it's none of my business. ”

"You seem to care about everything, such as food, money or fate, what do you care about?"

I smiled and said, "I may not know myself, maybe I am a person who plays a game life, even if I play games, why think so much, isn't the fun of games in the process?" ”

"To be honest, I've never seen a woman like this, it's peculiar and sensible. But I want to ask you, do you think I'm suitable? ”

I laughed: "If I don't have a more wonderful man around me, then you are still a suitable person to choose." Of course, this is only my idea. If one day in the future, your life and my life have changed, and there is more wonderful content, I will bless you and say goodbye. I hope you do the same, and let's keep this feeling of 'on the road'. ”

Song Da smiled politely.

I thought of Na Miantang, and thought of the newspaper where he stood intimately side by side with a girl, "I'll go to participate, thank you!" ”

I turned around and began to walk back towards the room, reaching out and pulling my hair into a bun at the back of my neck. Song Damu saw me go, watching me lift my two slender shoulders high as I walked. It was a gesture that stuck with him more than anything I said.

Song Lufu, commander-in-chief of the Songlu Protector Army.

On the gate of the courtyard, two big black and blue characters of "Song Pavilion" are written vigorously. The appearance is carved beams and painted buildings, and the peach horns fly eaves. All kinds of limousines that I don't know about were parked at the door, dozens of cars were stacked all the way to the door, the beauties were swaying, and the handsome men walked towards the gate with a smile as if they were caring for the rare treasures.

The dreamy castle, the ubiquitous design shows the luxury of the owner, the whole courtyard is surrounded by greenery, and I learned many years later that it is called this Norwegian spire, Gothic spire, Chinese glazed tile, and the mixed and matched architecture is full of romantic atmosphere.

A kind of beauty, a perfect style.

Tonight, in the banquet hall, the clothes are fragrant and the sideburns are shining.

This morning, Song Da asked his lieutenant to send a set of dresses, I put on this evening dress, through the copper and silver vanity mirror, looking at myself with my eyes, the waterfall of black hair and the fine purple silk skirt complement each other, scorching, the skirt is wide, the waist is designed, one side shows a little white shoulders, the chest retro royal emerald brooch, the decoration is extremely luxurious. Further down, the skin is like coagulation, the world is beautiful, this is a devil's handmade work of art, this face is the only one I can trust and capital.

I knew I was an unusually beautiful woman. When I was fifteen years old, the boys in the village began to pursue me. As an orphan in an orphanage, I was naturally the prey they craved. But I rejected their vulgar attraction and avoided their stupid flattery.

But today I'm a supporting character.

Take off your extravagant skirts.

Changing into an ordinary white linen skirt, this is a fabric bought by the ghost brother, the clothes he sewed for me with his own hands, the only decent skirt, without the lace constraints of the tight embroidered corset, I feel extremely relaxed. The plain flower long skirt, small butterfly sleeves, and a jasper buckle at the neckline are delicate and delicate, but they invisibly set off my plump chest and slender waist.

I try not to be obtrusive, but I'm still the kind of woman that men are so eager to seek.

As people say, the three poor and the three rich are not old. My heart fluctuates and my heart thunders, and I examine my choices, my plans, my chaotic past, my unbearable memories. In this luxurious room, I am now at a point in the story of my life.

I don't believe that my life will always be gray, and I don't believe that I will one day end up depressed in poverty and fighting. My heart is as cold as steel.

I secretly made up my mind when I was very young: in my life, I don't want to silently end my identity that I can't choose, I need to fight, just like fighting and grabbing leftovers in childhood, the weak only deserve to be cold and starve until dawn.