When I stepped onto the top section of the ladder, Ed's pigeon happened to fly low on my roof, and the huge air currents made me lose my center of gravity in an instant, and as I watched the sky fall with my hands in a backstroke position to the grass in the backyard, I seemed to see the fantasy world depicted by the old man in the tavern. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ed, who lives across the street from my house, is very fond of pigeons, and part of the money he earns from the pawn shop is given to the women of Flower Street and the other part is given to his pigeons. I have heard that this selfish and greedy fellow would leave all his fortune to the pigeons on the roof after a hundred years.

My wife once commented on this peculiar testament, and it was when she was in a good mood, and after dinner, she walked to the window with half a cup of tea. I watched her spring in the chair with a very unhappy expression, in fact, the poor boy who had moved in from the corner had already made more than one turn to my wife, and they both thought I was completely in the dark. I just haven't caught the fact that they are stealing joy behind my back, and once I have solid evidence, it will make this wicked woman look good. Now she was standing in front of the windowsill and was happy, wondering if she was planning something. I'm not going to do it before their scandal is revealed, it takes just the right amount of time and a lot of patience.

She drank the tea in her cup and said to herself, "I really can't figure out how anyone would make such a decision." I think this must have something to do with the poor boy on the corner, if not not, which is an intriguing remark. She nodded and continued: "I actually left a large inheritance to the pigeons, and if I would rather throw all the money to me before I die, it will not be cheap for those cooing fellows. ”

I finally understood what she said, and it turned out that she did not approve of the strange will, and although our judgment could not change anything at all, I still imagined from time to time that Eddard on the other side would be kind in his death, and give us a portion of his fortune to the poor. Anyway, my wife finally took my side and spoke out for a while. And in the next few days, with a frying pan, she also said that she would make a sumptuous pigeon feast after Ed's death.

But the handful of old Ed on the other side did not seem to have any intention of leaving this world, and early this morning flocks of pigeons left his roof and flew around nearby, and he stood on the terrace of the roof and looked up, blowing a small whistle from time to time.

I've always suspected that this selfish guy might have some kind of magic, because the pigeons can change formation in the air according to the different whistles. Maybe Ed just wanted his pigeons to fly over and say hello to me, but he didn't expect his playfulness to cause me to fall unexpectedly.

My wife seemed to feel some pressure because some people said that I fell down the ladder and that the person described the scene he saw that day, as it seemed that my wife had deliberately faked the scene after beating me up.

I don't deny it, because since this rumor was promoted, my wife, who used to be vicious to me, has become much more well-behaved. The most incredible thing is that she actually ran to the tavern and invited the old storyteller.

When the old man sat on the edge of the bed and asked me about my injuries, I suddenly felt that my whole body was full of warmth, as if the old man's words were a miracle of rejuvenation, and the old man's voice could make me recover in an instant.

In the next few days, the old man frequented my poor home at the grace of my wife, and I immediately experienced unprecedented satisfaction as I listened to interesting stories and watched my wife's fat body repair the roof.

Ed hadn't been out for days because of his wife's cursing day and night, and my wife, who sat on the roof and scolded the streets, was like a giant turret, and the words that erupted from those two thick lips were so penetrating that not only blocked Ed's doors and windows, but also the pigeons that flew every day rarely came out of the basket.

When my wife saw that Ed was closed, she took the opportunity to go to the street or the neighbor's house to talk about Ed's low character and how he was rich as a pawnshop owner. Some of the neighbors agreed with these words, because they really couldn't stand my wife's nagging day and night, even the most sober-minded people couldn't stand such harassment.

My wife sat on the roof and stared at the sky with a tile in disapproval, and I thought he wanted to shoot an Eddard pigeon for dinner, or I wouldn't have seen such a horrible look through the window on the top floor.

In the evening, Ed finally went out, and he came to my house with a small gift box. At first, my wife was dismissive of Ed's surprise visit, but as Ed offered the gift, my wife immediately turned angry and happy.

It dawned on me that my wife was particularly suited to be a tax collector, because then our country's taxes would be the highest in the world, and the people would not complain, because it was worth spending some money to shut my wife up.