A girl's heart is always difficult to figure out. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Ah Mu didn't answer the call of the standard in the end.

It's been two years, and Leng Qi doesn't know much about the army, but he only knows that this is the first family leave of the standard, a rare reunion. When you're in a good mood, it's a great treat to hit your face with snow chips flying outside the house.

Leng Qi thought, it's almost the New Year, maybe it's time to go home.

Because of the thought that Ah Mu Biaozi and Ma Zi were going to get together again, Leng Qi had never felt a sense of steadiness in his heart. As for the two lives that have been bothering him and those bad things, it is rare for him to throw them away.

On the eighth day of the lunar month, it is necessary to drink Laba porridge. But Leng Qi's hometown doesn't attach importance to this custom, at least in Leng Qi's memory, he has never drunk a real bowl of laba porridge at home.

The third master has always been very thick-skinned, and a big man licked his face and ran to a widow's house at the east end of the alley to learn how to make Laba porridge, this kind of thing Leng Qi can't do. Therefore, Leng Qi just pouted at Sanye's actions, but considering that the third master was for himself and Ah Mu to drink a bowl of hot laba porridge, Leng Qi had to praise the third master a few words against his will.

The third master was very useful, and he was so happy that he didn't see his nose or eyes, and when he returned to the shop, he started to pour upside down, lotus seeds, wolfberries, red beans and red dates. Looking at the busy figure of the third master, the cold air suddenly had an illusion, and it didn't seem that he was opening a coffin shop! It's like a small restaurant.

It's always good to have pyrotechnics, and pyrotechnics are popularity. Where there is a lot of popularity, there is always nothing bad about it.

The snow on the ground showed no signs of melting, and it was still so thick, and the snow and moonlight were the most hypocritical things in the world, covering all the bad, unsightly dirt in the world, giving people an illusory and ethereal beauty.

But since it's beautiful, don't worry too much about it, even a false moment of beauty is better than not even a beautiful dream.

Not far from Leng Qi's shop is a shop that has also been vacant for an unknown number of years, but today there are strange people here, and after inquiring, I learned that an old man bought it. Seeing a few crooked big characters, Leng Qi instantly felt that this hypocritical beauty had been destroyed.

The newly opened shop is a shroud shop, the thin old man is painting the dilapidated exterior wall of the small shop with white plaster, Leng Qi squeaked and stepped on the snow nest and walked up to persuade the old man to leave, but when he arrived at the place, he suddenly reacted, is there anything more soothing than a coffin shop?

Leng Qi touched his nose a little stupidly, but when it came to his mouth, it became: "Old man, it's cold, at this time, the water vapor in the white ash will freeze overnight, and the brush is too thick and easy to fall off!" ”

The old man with the black cloth on his head turned his face, looked at Leng Qi for a moment with his eyes that couldn't see the eyeballs, shook his head and ignored it, brushing the white ash on his own.

Leng Qi was bored, and he didn't stay or leave, so he shrunk his hand in his sleeve and stood in place, until he saw the old man finish brushing the white ash, and after brushing, the old man wrote two big black "shrouds" with a pen.

Seeing that Leng Qi was still standing in place, the old man sat down along the wall, took out a cigarette and threw it over, Leng Qi was stunned, took the somewhat rusty stuff into his mouth, and smiled awkwardly: "No fire!" ”

After taking over the old man's foreign fire that had not been extinguished, Leng Qitou, who was smoky, was a little dizzy, and he really didn't understand what was good about this thing.

However, the old man's words made Leng Qi a little confused.

The old man said, "This alley is going to be lively!" ”

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Ah Mu wrapped his thick fur collar, rubbed his hands and shouted at the door of the shop: "Seventh brother, I'm back to drink laba porridge!" ”

Leng Qi responded with a smile and stood up, the dizziness caused by the tobacco made him a little unable to walk, in exchange for two dry laughs from the old man. Leng Qi didn't think it was right and asked, "Do you want the old gentleman to have a bowl of laba porridge!" ”

The old man ignored Leng Qi's enthusiasm at all, and went back to the house with his hands behind his back.

The third master's craftsmanship Leng Qi was a little worried to be honest, but after he went back, he knew that he thought too much, the widow taught him well, the third master learned carefully, and it felt good to drink, Leng Qi personally brought a bowl to the old man.

For the elderly, Leng Qi always has a sense of closeness in his bones.

Thousands of miles away in Shaanxi Guanzhong, Qinling is known as the dragon vein of Chinese civilization, which connects Kunlun. At the end of each year, the people of Qinling are naturally busy and lively. But this year, there is a faint hint of depressing weirdness in the excitement.

People who were born and raised in Qinling have noticed that there are suddenly many new faces here recently, and the accent is not local when you hear it. And there are more and more such people day by day.

Liu Yuanqing knocked on the cigarette ash in the cigarette pot, frowned and looked at the large piece of bare loess land in front of him, and was silent.

Compared to the surrounding vegetation and forests, the place looks bare. Uncle Du's eyebrows were full of seriousness, and he said heavily: "Lao Liu, I can't see anything in this place!" ”

Liu Yuanqing's white beard trembled, and then he said: "A Zhuangzi Dozens of families disappeared mysteriously overnight, and there is not even a single house, grass, trees, cats and dogs, Lao Du, to be honest, until now I don't want to believe that there was a Zhuangzi before!" I'd rather those two elders played a joke on us! ”

Uncle Du followed Liu Yuanqing's words and said: "Look at the people I saw along the way, I am from Shaanxi, even if they don't mention this matter, they still can't deceive me!" Obviously, it was the government that gave the gag order. ”

Liu Yuanqing's expression flashed with a hint of solemnity: "This matter is not human, does it have anything to do with the Liangshengmen, and look at it, it is too early to make a conclusion, and besides, those people have very smart noses, and they have already rushed over with the smell, let them toss and toss first!" ”

Uncle Du smiled: "Also, you are an old immortal, you still have so many eyes!" ”

After that, Uncle Du flashed a trace of hesitation and said, "Lao Liu, ask a ...... that shouldn't be asked."

Liu Yuanqing suddenly interrupted Uncle Du's words, waved his hand and said, "You want to ask about the Fang family, I can only say, I don't know!" Lao Du, you should be better than me! ”

Uncle Du smiled bitterly and shook his head: "My Taoist sect is going to disperse after all, and the real Tao in this world will eventually be annihilated, perhaps, this is also another Tao!" ”

"Since the catastrophe of the Ming Dynasty, my Taoist can be eight or nine out of ten, and now, the so-called Tao should be born and should go to heaven. The cycle of heaven is like this, you and I are in the urn, it is useless to think too much, let it be! ”

Liu Yuanqing couldn't see a trace of expression on his face, and stood up gently.