Seeing the old man like this, the hidden worries that Li Yizhai had forced down before began to haunt him again.

It's not to blame him, who told the old man to tell a story and made three stupidities:

Talking about Qi is a stay, talking about snow is another stay, and now there is another stay.

Just change the name to "Old" in the future, so that others can be psychologically prepared.

Seeing the old man's motionless appearance, Li Yizai thought to himself: This time, when he comes back to his senses, the moon may have to climb up.

And when I saw that, the sunset had been swallowed up by the mountains, and the rest was like a crooked, orange and red eyebrows hanging on the mountain.

and the old man's two eyebrows, together form a spectacle of three eyebrows coming out together.

If it had been in the past, Li Yizai might have rolled back and forth with laughter, looking for the ground and rolling.

It's not bad that he's such a person, every little funny part of his life,

He would respond with the most free-spirited, uninhibited laugh of Burn.

Li Yizai's smile is not a laughing laugh, but as pure and flawless as a hibiscus out of water,

Without a hint of distraction.

There is only laughter, pure laughter, presumptuous and loud laughter.

He laughs at the sky, at the ground, at spring, summer, autumn and winter, at flowers, grasses, insects and fish, and even at himself with others!

In his eyes, there are only two situations in the world: the ridiculous and the unfunny.

There are foodies to eat, and there are stupid heads, so what about laughing?

Laugh and laugh!

Li Yizai is a complete laugher.

When he is not smiling, he is gentle and quiet, like a humble gentleman, and when he laughs, he is like a prodigal son.

So the old man often laughed at him and said: Li Yizai, Li Yizai, why don't you call Li Lang laugh?

Let people know the essence of your laughing coffee as soon as they hear your name.

And at this time, he always responded with a smile: There is a smile today, and there is a smile today, don't wait for no smile and empty mouth!

After saying it with a smile, he will say another old-fashioned sentence:

Laughter should be an attitude of the heart, not a skill of the face!

When attitude turns into skill. Laughter can only be called a stretching exercise on the face.

In any case, the old man could only bow down to his lower peak in terms of laughter.

In a hurry, it has been twelve years since the old man picked him up from the snow.

Twelve years, laughing and laughing, he has grown up!

Twelve years, laughing and laughing, the old man was laughed old!

He remembered that a few years ago, the old man had a black hair.

Every time he threatens the old man to take him out for a walk, he pulls that black hair,

It's much more useful than pulling a white beard.

Thinking of this, Li Yizai smiled again.

He was always so out of place, and even laughed louder and louder,

It's almost the peak of his laughing heart.

From the heart to the mouth, from the mouth to the face, from the face to the head, from the head to the body, the five are united.

Every muscle is shaking;

Every cell is tumbling;

And the brain went blank with excitement!

Yes, a blank smiling!

Yes, blank, blank, smiling and laughing, his face turned white, and his mouth was like a parched earth.

Li Yizai only felt that his body was like a building that was about to collapse, and a palpitation that had been contained for a long time erupted.

Like a spark burning a prairie fire, the blood of the followers spreads all over the body.

Every muscle, every cell, every atom began to tremble,

It's like the masses of people who boiled into a pot when the world ended.

In the darkness of the last days, hope for light!

Fluke, self-paralyzing, and often an excellent mask for escapism.

At such a time, covering one's ears and stealing the bell is no longer a derogatory term.

This is the case with Li Yizai at this moment.

The palpitations caused the whole body to tremble, and the cold sweat was at a loss in the pores.

Brain cells have blown up their hairs in fear.

Only the sunny day that left him like water still seemed calm.

What followed was a burst of paralysis, and the indescribable depression and discomfort had overwhelmed Xiao Yijiao.

The big eyes were black, and he fell to the ground heavily, and after a loud "bang", he fainted.

Before he fainted, he seemed to see two backs:

A white-haired old man, and a little boy of two or three years old.

The boy was sitting on the back of the old man's neck, chubby with a handful of white hair in his left and right hands.

Before he could take a closer look, he felt his eyelids grow heavier, like death's hands pressing against his eyelids.

The back is getting farther and farther away, leaving only a series of thinning and growing footprints,

It bent gently into the scattered bushes in the distance.

In the end, only three or four broken voices were heard:

Drive, drive, old man, drive...... Call...... Sigh...... Drive......

Ah, you little rabbit, don't your chrysanthemums have long eyes?......

Oh, no, "fruit seller", what kind of sin did I create, I met you, this baba-kun......

Heaven will die for me, God will die for me......

"Old man, old man, old man, wake up......

Old man, old man, don't go, don't go, don't leave me alone......

Old man, I'm so scared, I'm so cold, so cold...... Where are you......

Wake up, don't scare me......

Old man...... Old man......... The old man ...... "Li Yizai woke up from a nightmare,

Mouthed staccato nonsense.

It was as if he had had a long, long dream.

It's like 12 years, and it's like a lifetime!

He dreamed that he was competing with the old man on the chessboard.

Who knows, the old man suddenly stood up like crazy, and said a bunch of ghost tones,

as if they were to say to him, and as to themselves.

It's also like squeezing toothpaste, squeezing and stopping. Listen to Li Yizai, hazy,

It's like a distant time, and it's hard to understand.

What made Li Yizai even more puzzled was that the old man seemed to stop talking,

staring at the two white eyebrows, staring blankly at the sunset.

He also thought that the old man's childlike innocence had risen again, and he played a ninja game of "whoever moves and who poops" with him.

Since he loses every time, he thinks the old man is cheating.

"Immovable as stool" seems to be the exclusive privilege of the elderly.

The old man can sometimes sit motionless for a day. Squint your eyes into pupils and look at one place.

The wind blew to raise his white eyebrows, but it could not lift his eyelids.

Li Yizai, who is as competitive as a tiger, can now stay up for most of the day.

Just when he felt that he could fight again, who knew that the old man was even more fierce, and he stood the sunset in the middle of the night.

and he made the middle of the night the middle of the day.

After the middle of the day, Li Yizai's muscles had begun to betray his competitiveness.

But the muscles still haven't twisted like iron.

In a half-asleep state, he forced the sun to the edge of the mountain, turning into a crooked yellow brow,

It's like the old man's smile of relief when he surrendered to him, and then he couldn't remember.

Or maybe not later!

What puzzled Li Yizai was that it could be regarded as a neutral dream.

But when his eyes are about to open and his brain is about to wake up, a force is enough to make the cells of the whole body prefer to self-destruct.

I didn't want to look at the palpitations that I didn't want to look at directly.

Immediately afterward, he felt a cold wind blowing.

Cold as a knife, it ran down the pores, wantonly scraping the residual temperature in his body.

What's even more terrifying is that he seems to see:

In the vast snow, the old man turned his back to him and walked farther and farther.

He tried to follow, but collapsed as soon as he took a step.

So he yelled desperately: "Wait for me, old man, wait for me......

Then he woke up.

After waking up, a wave of dizziness and brain swelling were still entangled.

But I was very confused about the dream in my heart:

Isn't it sunset, how can you jump into the vast snow?

Isn't it the joy and surprise of "whoever moves who poops" after the upcoming victory?

How can there be a palpitation that seems to be about to be something bad?

Li Yizai is a little confused about his own family:

Is it a dream monster, or is it a monster?

Doubts are like heavy clouds, densely covered in the heart of Xiao Yijiao,

Let the Great Easy Tribulation be a little breathless.