The young can stand and listen, and the old man ...... You have to move a bench, the low stool you got at home, our family has a tall one, you can see it clearly.

I vaguely remember such a picture, which is a grand occasion when the village comes to show movies in the era of poverty.

When Li Hua came, she couldn't squeeze in at all, which made her wonder for a moment that she was here to make soy sauce, but fortunately, Liu Dacheng, who was in charge of maintaining discipline, shouted loudly: "Hurry up, Master Li is here, let Dao'er ......"

The noisy crowd was immediately quiet, and the evil god has been much more amiable and cute in the past two days, but the mountain axe is still there, and the dog king ...... Also there.

The lion's head was strictly ordered to follow Li Hua's feet, although he was so excited that he couldn't do it, the big tail flicked "pop", and the "Ou Oyeye" that didn't stop in his throat was translated to say "Hello mortals, mortals have worked hard......

People are going crazy!

If the owner puts the axe at home, he will be able to open the dog's heart even more.

The lion's head passed by Liu Dacheng and squinted with his triangular eyes, stupid mortal, it is enough to maintain discipline with my dog king, why do you use your voice to shout so many times?

The lion's head, holding back his strength, followed the master to the most noble central venue, with a special table, a chair, a pot and a cup, and the freshly brewed tea was steaming.

The old people in the Liu clan were the closest, each holding their own children, and the smiles on their faces bloomed like chrysanthemums.

The whole audience is laughing, right? Except for Xiaobao, who was holding a pen and paper with a puffed mouth, the young audience was looking at him with envy, thinking that this person could write really awesomely......

Liu Lizheng saw the trick and instructed his eldest son to add a seat to Xiaobao and bring a table case, ensuring that you have no reason not to write well.

Mu Yang rubbed over to help grind the ink, and the two coachmen were also able to be in the focus of the onlookers, there were no seats, they were tall, and they stood behind the young master, so embarrassed.

Li Hua also felt a trace of nervousness, and resisted the urge to tease his hair and tug at the corners of his clothes, gritted his teeth, picked up the fat teapot, "snapped", and put it down.

It's like a slap of the ruler, and the story is about to begin.

The lion's head, whose lungs were about to explode, squatted in the middle and looked up to the sky and said, "┗|'O′|┛嗷~~".

The announcer is it!

The people standing in and out of the courtyard, sitting, squatting, riding on the wall and the adults on their necks, all stared at each other and lost their voices in an instant.

The only one who didn't lose her voice was, of course, the dog owner, who had lost all the emotions that didn't need to exist in the "whoop", raised her voice an octave and began to speak.

I feel like I'm back to the time when I was performing fist and foot kung fu on the street to promote the martial arts hall, singing, chanting, fighting, galloping, jumping, and being careless......

When it comes to playing a set of fists and kicks in a happy place, it is really not called anything, and he casually took a pseudo-gold hoop stick from the nearest child and danced it to catch people's attention.

I don't plan to imitate the rules and regulations of the storyteller who dares to speak with just a stroke of the ruler, Master Li is called real kung fu, bringing a real visual and auditory all-round feast to the villagers of Liuwa Village who even ordinary storytellers have never had the pleasure of seeing.

The content that has been memorized has not been forgotten, and the improvised content is more powerful, Li Hua closed his legs and climbed on the tip of the pseudo-gold hoop stick, turned his hand on the pergola and looked into the distance, and shouted: "My grandson - come too!" ”

The picture is frozen, and it will not fall for a long time.

The aftermath lingered for three days.

The announcer is a classic action classic "┗|'O′|┛嗷~~", and then the voices are thunderous, applauding, calling "another paragraph", this is not unusual, what is strange is that there are still people who cry, obviously talking about not a tragedy, but can't help wiping tears.

Li Hua jumped down from the pseudo-gold hoop stick, as if he had collapsed.

It's like a tree blooming to its peak, and it falls in an instant.

The aftermath of being too engaged.

She walked slowly outside the ancestral hall, the lion's head followed at her feet, a man and a dog, leaving like a king, and the surroundings gradually became quiet, as if casual conversation was a kind of blasphemy.

I felt lonely in the city, nothing more.

In the ancestral hall behind him, the cheers rose again. The villagers needed to exchange their thoughts immediately, and although the description was unclear and the language was poor, they were excited and excited, and they needed to say it, they had to say it.

Li Hua brought too many surprises to this village, which was enough to offset and surpass all the previous fears.

The quiet in the crowd was the dodging Lao Li family, the grand occasion of thousands of empty alleys, they were reluctant to miss it, and at this moment, they no longer dared to comment casually.

Is that really a big girl from the Li family? Definitely not, swear by the ancestors of the Li family for eight lifetimes, she is not!

But is there any point in yes or no? Will anyone listen to them accuse and abuse that they are a terrible ghost?

Xiaoshun dragged Li Sanzhuang's clothes and whispered with a crying voice: "Dad, I also want a golden hoop stick!" ”

The proudest thing in the crowd at present is the little owner of the pseudo-golden hoop stick that Li Hua just used, the grandson of Liu Lizheng's family, holding the wooden stick vigorously and no one will touch it, what if Sun Wukong's fairy spirit is touched away?

The world of children is so simple, the daughter-in-law and the daughter-in-law can't protect the expensive wooden stick, how many children are scolded and smoked, and they have to touch the magic stick......

This is called the power of idols, although Master Li is actually a powerful person.

"My grandson is here!" That classic line will also be legendary in every corner of Liuwa Village.

The stone didn't go out with the master, because he was dragged by Lizheng, and the old people Yin Yin told his grandson to follow the master to study hard, you kid is here......

Wouldn't the elder brother be luckier? When Li Hua returned home, Xiaobao hadn't finished recording the memory that he had desperately kept in his mind, and he didn't know what the ink on the white paper used to be.

I want to cry, not only because I can't complete today's task, but because I can't complete it in the next few days.

Can Young Master Mu Yang be swollen? He really sympathizes with the little brother, but he still strictly monitors the brother and must finish the whole story, otherwise when he goes home the day after tomorrow, who will write it for him?

Don't dare to move the nest, for fear of forgetting more.

The four of them supplemented the notes together......

Just Ku Xiaobao alone.

Mu Ding's stomach seems to have a thousand cat paws scratching, he listened to Sun Wukong's story and had a new understanding, he also wanted to practice Li Hua's end move just now, please give him a spacious and quiet space, last night's somersault cloud and stick tricks were combined with a layer of window paper, Mu Ding felt that he could pierce it......

"Young master, let's go back later, I still want to learn from Master Li."

Mu Ding's eyes showed fanatical discussion, and he was despised by Mu Bing.

"Your face is so big! That's not called sparring, it's called asking for advice! ”