"Su fool, wall lettering;

Ghost drawing, no one knows ......"

The drooping child sang nursery rhymes and circled around a pale teenager. The boy looked fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a muslin robe, and was handsome, but a scar ran through the left forehead to the cheek, knocking the young man to the dust.

Fan Chenzi carries a wine jug and drinks at the spout. Others say that he is stupid, he is not in a hurry, he is surrounded by naughty boys, he is not annoyed, his eyes are far away, his expression is indifferent, and he seems to be really stupid.

"Su fool, Su Ang!"

"Fool, fool, fool!

In the face of Su Ang's ignorance, the naughty boys forgot the words and shouted indiscriminately, Su Ang still drank, and with the other hand holding a wooden stick, he wrote the square words with strict law on the yellow mud wall of his house, one column after another, very tasteful, but obviously, in the eyes of the naughty boy, he was hopelessly stupid.

"Hahaha, wrong, wrong!"

"Hahaha, Momomo!"

Suddenly, Su Ang laughed and raised his head, the small black clay flask raised over the top, and the cloudy wine line splashed on the tip of his tongue. This is the most turbid old wine, and when he drinks it, it is like an intoxicating elixir. The naughty boys were excited, they couldn't understand Su Ang's laughter, they just thought that the fools were shouting indiscriminately, and reacted to their play.

Laugh at whom, scold whom, if the other party doesn't react, how boring it is!

Su Ang is a big fool!

The naughty boys sang more energetically, and at this moment, a flower picker flew by, but the little person with the size of the little knuckle had colorful butterfly wings the size of a palm.

The naughty boys hurriedly chased after them, and Su Ang also looked over, and recognized that it was a kind of ghost and spirit in this world, called Flower Picker, but other Flower Pickers were small, transparent cicada wing wings, but this one was different, the wings were fragrant, and the colorful light was like a frightening flood.

Seeing that the hunting heart was happy, the naughty boys threw down Su Ang and went to pounce on the flower picker, who was caught several times, and immediately shattered into smoke, and manifested again in the roadside wildflowers, and the delicate little face slowly became pale like Su Ang.

"Don't catch it, you can't catch it, you can't kill it. Su Ang persuaded.

As a harmless kind of ghosts and spirits, the flower picker will not be killed, nor will she be caught by ordinary people, but every time she is broken, she has to suffer the pain of being crushed. Su Ang couldn't bear to persuade him, and the naughty boys glared at him, revealing a ten-ten-percent vicious aura on his originally simple little face.

I couldn't catch the flower picker, so I felt bored, and surrounded Su Ang and continued to sing:

"Su fool, the wall is engraved, and the ghost draws the symbol, no one knows it.

Sick seedlings will die early, and if they occupy fertile fields, their souls will return late!"

When the peasants heard this kind of curse to die, they were determined to take a hoe and sickle to drive the children away, and they had to talk to their elders, but Su Ang still laughed, and shook the wine jug, and when it was empty, he put it aside.

He sat down, tilting his neck as if he were looking at a fool, watching the naughty boys make noise.

"Hmph, Su fool, it's a big fool!"

"Ignore this idiot, let's go play somewhere else!"

When the urchins ran away noisily, Su Ang stood up, turned around, looked at the columns of fonts on the wall, and read them in rhythmic language:

"Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, the city is full of spring palace wall willows.

The east wind is evil, the joy is thin, a sorrow, and a few years away. Wrong, wrong, wrong!

Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and silky.

The peach blossoms fall, the idle pond pavilion, although the mountain league is there, the brocade book is difficult to support. Mo Mo Mo!"

After reading and groaning, Su Ang raised his head and laughed, tears rolling down.

This is Lu You's "The Phoenix" by Lu You in the Song Dynasty, which is about Lu You's attachment to his beloved wife and his own remorse, Su Ang wrote this, but it seems to be a kind of self-deprecation, and it is a kind of self-deprecation at all.

He raised his eyes and looked at the small village in front of him, which was only a few dozen households, the loess wall was low and dilapidated, and in the distance, there were farmers returning from exhaustion, and he was relieved to enter the area circled by a black and hard stone stele.

In the distance, there are mountains, withered grass and cold smoke, condensed, cold and rough.

"Poor once crossed, but I am not an orphan!"

Su Ang sighed in a low voice, and he was not afraid that others would hear it, just like the language used to laugh just now, what he said now, others couldn't understand.

In fact, the current Su Ang is no longer the previous Su Ang, the former Su Ang was a scholar who was so stupid that he was close to an idiot, too honest, but the current Su Ang is a policeman in the 21st century.

"The police bravely captured the thief, in order to save the onlookers from being shot several times, and modern society adds positive energy, oh, by the way, maybe I have to add a sentence, don't watch when the police catch the thief, the thief not only has a knife on his body, but also a gun. ”

Su Ang pursed his lips, wiped away his tears, and smiled speechlessly.

The so-called crossing, the soul wears all kinds of clothes, he has actually seen a lot, but why are people alone, there is no concern at all, what about himself, there are concerns in the 21st century, and there are concerns in this world, otherwise with the current hell-level mode, maybe, it can be more comfortable to hit the wall with one head.

"Parents and girlfriends in the 21st century, people die like lights out, but in this world, I have an old mother, an uncle died early, a middle brother, that is, a second brother, and a middle sister-in-law. The old mother and the middle brother have been sending people to bring letters and money, although they can't understand it, but the tears on the bamboo slips are worrying. ”

Su Ang took out a pair of bamboo slips from his arms, on which were engraved words and dyed with charcoal, it was obvious that some of the words were infected by water, and the handwriting was a little blurred. He also received a message, saying that he would let him study with peace of mind, and when he took the county exam as an adult and became a showman, the family would be reunited.

Do it as a showman?

He also wants to, but how to show talent?

"Cultivating internal breath, the power of the imperial envoy spirit, is for Ren Xia!

Cultivating divine consciousness and deploying genius earth treasures is for Fangshi!

Cultivating 'talent', burning the simmering fire, Kaiwen Mountain, refining the gall, casting the Wen Palace, poetry can pour the water of the four seas to wash the sky, it is for Wenjie!"

These three sentences are one of the most profound memories of this body, and the reason why it is 'one' is because there is a particularly beautiful girl. Su Ang didn't bother to care about what woman was in front of him, but these three sentences really made Su Ang excited for a while.

That's right, it's excitement, because he asked about the history of here!

There is the Qin Dynasty, but the Qin Dynasty does not have the Book of Songs and the Calling of the South!

There is the Han Dynasty, but there is no Cai Yan and Kong Rong!

There is Wei Jin, but there is no Cao Gong who sings generously!

Tang Wu Li Bai! Song Wu Su Shi! I don't see Yuan Qu Yuan, so I ask!

The pre-Qin, the Han Dynasty, the Wei and Jin dynasties, the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the Tang, the Song, the Yuan, the Ming, the Qing Dynasty, and the twelve dynasties did not have any of them!

"Can I copy poems and get promoted?"

"Can I copy poems and get promoted?"

"Can I copy poems and become !!?"

Su Ang once asked himself this, but the result was obvious-

No!

First of all, the poems must be understood and understood more than 30% before they can be written with the talent of Wenjie;

Secondly, I am a soul wearer, God knows where the soul of the predecessor went, maybe because of the relationship of 'body memory', I can only understand and say the words of this world, and remember some impressive things, but more complex things, such as how to write, will not!

The language of this world, he has not heard!

The font of this world is also not a Chinese character!

"In half a month, I will be an adult and must take the county exam, but my identity is 'white body', but the real level can't reach it. Not to mention whether you can be admitted to Xiucai, you can't even enter the gate of the county examination institute!"

"Also, Brother Zhong obviously inherited his father's title of 'doctor', why did he become a 'walking horse' by two levels? Why was I sent from Chen'an County to this small 'Nanning'?"

"In the end, just a naughty boy can't make up such a harmful ballad. ”

According to the geographical division of the Yao Kingdom, the highest level is the county, followed by the county seat, township, pavilion, and li, just like the twenty-level military merit title system, similar to the ancient Qin Dynasty, it is not a simple matter for those who live in Chen'an County to be sent to this remote village.

Su Ang was thinking, his ears were a little itchy, and he was stunned when he touched it, he stretched out his hand and found that the flower picker was holding his fingers, raised her head, and smiled sweetly at him.

"Boom, boom~" The flower picker rubbed his skin with her cheek.

"What's your name, little one?" asked Suang.

"Boom~~"

"Okay, can't speak, then I'll call you Zhilan'er. ”

Zhilan is a wild orchid in the Dongting Lishui Basin, which is very beautiful, and its temperament is quite similar to that of the little guy. Su Ang read it a few times, and the little guy liked it quite a bit, flew up and landed on the tip of his nose, and two pairs of very beautiful colored wings suddenly fanned his cheeks, itchy and comfortable.

A little intoxicated by the fragrance of flowers brought by Zhilan'er, Su Ang seemed to feel that his mind had become a little clearer. took off Zhi Lan'er's nose and was stunned to find that this Zhi Lan'er was completely different from other flower pickers!

In fact, flower pickers with butterfly wings are rare, but they are not nothing, but Zhilan'er's wings are faintly surrounded by colorful streamers, like a brilliant star light belt......

"Now, you won't be the princess of the flower pickers, right?" asked Su Ang with a smile.

But at this time, behind the loess low wall, there was a sudden angry reprimand: "Zuo Geng, you deceive people too much!"

Nanning is long?

Su Ang frowned, and the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets immediately afterwards made his face change greatly.

When he was a little emotional, Su Ang's face turned even paler, and his predecessor seemed to have hurt his body because of his emotions, so that he who took over his body couldn't be angry.

"In the small Nanning, it is really a small demon in the temple, and there are many people in the pool!"

On the other side of the low wall, is your home.

Su Ang sucked the cold air into his lungs little by little, his face gradually calmed down, and he walked slowly, turning around the courtyard wall.

"Boom, boom!"

"Su ...... Ang ......"

Infected by Su Ang's emotions, Zhi Lan'er's delicate eyes looked at Su Ang's back worriedly, and as if she remembered something, she hurriedly flew to the green mountains in the distance.

At the beginning of spring, there is the fragrance of mountain flowers, faintly transmitting......

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New book release, collection, tickets, reward rating or something, I hope you will support it, frog said that he will write a book for everyone for a lifetime, and the direction has been determined, and he will change the way to write essays and sermons, and gamble all his energy. Well, that's right, frogs are full-time.

Don't starve the frog, the frog won't starve everyone, with the update speed of the frog, fatten or something, I hope to raise it after 500,000 words.

In the early stage, I especially need support, not to be full, but not to be hungry.