"Do you Japanese women wear that way?" I asked.

"No, in order to come to see you today and show respect, I deliberately dressed more formally." She replied, then rubbed her fingers from the mirror she had just wiped.

"What are you doing with that pillow behind your back?" I was bored to ask.

"Are you interested in this?" She turned to look at me.

"Yes, I heard that the pillow behind this is used to cushion a woman's waist, and it is said to be easier to operate." Anyway, how many times has she been rude, it's better to say a few words to see how good her cultivation is and what is her critical point.

"Huh?" She asked, puzzled.

"That's what it means, the kind in the island country movie or something, do you understand?" I laughed and teased that the more serious she was, the more fun I felt, and no one else was there anyway.

"Take your own guess at night." She smiled seductively, patted the pillow behind her back, and turned to go out the door.

I stood at the door, and she looked back at me, "Mr. Jiang, you're in Shanghai, remember to contact me." Also, I kindly remind you that the wardrobe mirror should be replaced, it is very dirty. ”

"Don't worry, this house will be demolished in a few days." I replied. Damn, it's so wide, this wardrobe has only been used for two years, where is it dirty, does she blame me for her own cleanliness?

The woman walked slowly to the plane, her big bodyguard helped her up, and she made a phone call gesture for me before takeoff. It's not an honest person at first glance.,I don't know how much credibility I said.,I don't know if the photo is true or false.,It's said that computer-synthesized photos can be recognized.,I don't know if I just took it with my mobile phone.,Can it be parsed.。

But I can't figure out the purpose of her fraud, she came so far on a big plane, and made so many fames, even ignoring my teasing, willing to take off her clothes and exchange with me, watching each other's flesh, just to let me go and get some kind of bullshit love token?

I think of Ouyang Xiong, this old bastard has worked hard to deceive people, let me gain knowledge, that love token may not be so simple, shouldn't Ouyang Xiong send me to fool me, let me give him to the mouth of the Yangtze River to find the Spring Pill in some Jiuduansha or something like that?

Damn, resolutely don't be fooled!

Back in the house, I looked carefully in the mirror, where it was dirty, there were just a few drops of water, maybe the woman sprayed it when she was talking to herself, but when she was facing me, she didn't spit on my face, she is such a particular person, she should pay attention to her own image.

Lying in bed at night, I can't sleep, and when I close my eyes, it's that picture, because I see that back is very similar to me, or exactly the same. If it weren't for the fact that he hooked his head and the photo was not clear, I might have judged better. He seemed to be wounded, and the Japanese soldier was holding a knife, not knowing if he had been hacked to death.

As soon as I thought of this, I felt very frightened, fuck, so scared that I looked at my phone again, the photo was still there, I sent a photo to Ouyang Qingqing, and asked her if she knew that Duanmu Baihui, but she didn't reply to me. This unsympathetic city woman, when she kissed me in the water, her tongue flicked in my mouth, and now she doesn't recognize anyone even when she wears pants, she doesn't reply to messages, and she can't get through on the phone.

After waiting for half an hour, I felt a little sleepy, and I was ready to get up and pee and go to sleep, but I saw a lot of water droplets on the wardrobe mirror, probably because it was raining through the window, and it was very windy outside, but it didn't rain, so I quickly closed the window.

When I got up the next morning, I received a message from Ouyang Qingqing, just three words: I don't know.

Finally, a pig teammate replied to me, her message was returned at three o'clock in the morning, this woman is so good at playing, it's not good to have a rich nightlife. I hurriedly sent a message and asked: What's the matter with you, ignore me.

I quickly replied to the message: I'm in the United States, I'll talk about it in a few days.

Well, I may have wronged her, there is a time difference between China and the United States.

She is either accompanying Ouyang Xiong to see a doctor, or handing over Charles's suicide note to the girlfriend who is pregnant with his child. Now that I think about it, Charles is actually quite good, and I feel quite happy to know that he has an unborn child, after all, they have been born and died together. It's a pity that his body was also burned by the sun, otherwise he could have been given a grave, but aren't they Americans also a tradition of cremation, they shouldn't mind, my father's body can't be found.

But I think that the most important thing is that they can come out of the guillotine mountain, reincarnate and reincarnate as human beings, and as for the grave and burial method, it is all to comfort the living.

I bought five steamed buns at the steamed bun shop in the village, two of them ate by myself, and three of them were going to keep them and secretly go to the commissary owner and his grandmother, and tempted him with meat buns to ask for clarification. This grandmother seems to be almost 90 years old this year, relatively healthy, I should know, the oldest person in the village.

She lives in an old house, and she also raises more than 20 chickens, and the proprietress of the commissary is not very good to her.

The old grandmother was feeding the chickens in the playground with a bamboo pole, and her house was small and dilapidated, which made me very sad to see. Although she is very hunchbacked, but the spirit is good, I am worried that the age is long, she may not remember this age, people are old, there is always a little amnesia, the years experienced are too long, the more the memory is mixed up, can not be sorted out.

"Grandma......" I cried out.

"I'm just behind my ears, not deaf yet." She looked at me with her old yellow eyes.

I handed her the bun, but she didn't answer, "What's this for?" ”

"I just bought too much and couldn't eat it, and when I saw you feeding the chickens here, I guess you haven't eaten yet."

"Oh, I can't eat it, then don't waste it, give it to me, I haven't eaten meat buns for a long time." As she spoke, I hurriedly moved the stool under the eaves for her to sit down, took the gourd scoop in her hand, and helped spread rice to feed the chickens.

"Grandma, do you remember that there used to be a man named Jiang Zhonghe in our village?" I asked.

"Yes!" She said very simply, the toothless mouth chewed the bun one by one, the oil stains flowed to the corners of her mouth, and her hand full of age spots wiped it, stuffed it into her mouth and sucked, this is an old grandmother who loves life.

But she looked at me for so long, and she didn't realize that I was the number one nemesis in Angelica Village, and she didn't seem to mind, so she wouldn't be really a little demented or something. But she's so sure that I think it's important to hear what she has to say.

"Tell me about him."

"What does he have to say." The old grandmother said.

It's over, the old man is really confused, I'm Jiang Zhonghe's great-grandson, she didn't recognize it, but it's normal for her to not know me, after all, it's two generations apart. "I'm Jiang Shuisheng, and he's my great-grandfather."

"Oh, is it? You are the grandson of Jiang Beishan, I am old, I don't know you descendants. ”

My heart is so cold and cold, I don't even know me, but she knows that Jiang Beishan is the son of Jiang Zhonghe, so it means that it's okay!

"Yes, my grandfather is Jiang Beishan. Grandma, did Jiang Zhonghe go to Shanghai when he was young? ”

"Where?" Her ears came to her.

"Shanghai!" I said out loud.

"No, what to go to Shanghai, just a dozen fishing, I don't know if it's a word, what to do in Shanghai."

"Impossible, 1936, remember?"

"In 1936?" The old grandmother scratched her head, looked into the distance, and tried to recall, "He seems to have been born in 1900 and died of illness at the age of thirty-five!" ”

I was stupid after listening to it, if my grandmother remembered correctly, then my grandfather died at the age of 35, where did Jiang Beihe get mixed up on the beach. "Grandma, are you confused, think about it again, in 1936, Bai Zongyao, Xiong Qiling, and Jiang Zhonghe mixed well together in Shanghai."

"Bai Zongyao and Xiong Qiling don't know, we didn't live here at that time, we didn't know each other, we only moved up after the flood thirty years ago, where do you know this, separated by several mountains. At that time, they didn't associate with us, and I knew that Jiang Zhonghe couldn't go to Shanghai, otherwise I would have married him. ”

My grandmother was right, I wasn't born at that time, and I was a bit of a distance before I moved here. But listen to the old grandmother, she still has a leg with my great-grandfather! "Grandma, do you have any love story with Jiang Zhonghe?" Please keep in mind: Lily, URL mobile version, Lily free fastest update no anti-theft no anti-theft.