An Ning rode away on his bicycle, and Rhubarb and Go stood side by side, watching An Ning go for a long time.

When An Ning's back gradually disappeared, the two dogs glanced at each other with disgust, one south and one north, leaving back to back, one cold and the other arrogant.

At this time, Anning rode all the way quickly, and it didn't take long to arrive at Mr. Feng Shui's home.

From the moment she entered the neighboring village, when the people of the village saw her, they all avoided her, as if they had seen a plague.

At first, An Ning didn't understand, but then she knew.

People believe in feng shui and are afraid of feng shui.

Just after a special period, many people have done some bad things to Mr. Feng Shui.

No one will say how scared they are, because these fears have turned into bright dislike, and even the children of the next generation have been told that this family is not good.

Parents will tell them that if they are good people, how can they not have anyone around?

The children's view of right and wrong is black and white, and they are cute and cruel.

Because they don't know whether it's right or wrong to do it, they're just enforcing what the adults tell them.

"Little madman!"

"Hit her!"

"Throw a stone at her!"

A bicycle was ridden out of the serpentine position by An Ning.

Recently, every time Anning comes, I will receive a "welcome" from the children.

It was hard for her to imagine what kind of treatment Mr. Feng Shui would suffer.

With a "squeak——— sound, after the bike was braked by Anning, another drift came.

The rear wheels kicked up a puff of dust and blew it precisely at the children.

"Ah———-h

"Bah, Bah, Bah———-"

An Ning was not used to these children's problems, and she shouted loudly: "I tell you, my bicycle is precious, if you break it, you will lose money." ”

"Go home and ask, do you have any money to lose?"

"Also, my head is also valuable, whoever hurts me, I will go to someone's house to lie down, eat your family's food every day, your eggs, and eat you poor!"

An Ning said viciously, with an arrogant and domineering expression, which really scared a group of children.

Although they don't know much, they still know that bicycles are expensive and they can't eat an egg for several days.

An Ning looked at the honest children, turned over on the car with a cold snort, and rode away slowly, not only riding slowly, but also shouting: "You have the ability to beat me!" ”

"Come on!"

"I just don't have a place to eat!"

In the indignant eyes of the children, An Ning arrived at Mr. Feng Shui's home.

At this moment, An Ning was even more unhappy.

The door of Mr. Feng Shui's house was covered with yellow mud.

Don't doubt it, it's yellow mud.

Because feces are a treasure in the eyes of the villagers, the children don't even bother to get them.

An Ning pushed open the gate with her front wheels, and when she turned around, she bared her teeth at a group of children.

"If you dare to make trouble and bully people again, I will go to your house for dinner!"

After fooling the children, An Ning kicked with one leg and the door was closed.

The yard was small, with only one dilapidated mud house.

Mr. Feng Shui walked out of the house, helplessly and warmly looking at An Ning who was angry for her.

"The heart is not quiet."

An Ning rolled her eyes speechlessly, parked the bicycle with a click, and said arrogantly to Mr. Feng Shui: "Don't educate me, I'm not your apprentice." ”

Mr. Feng Shui lowered his head and smiled, and said in agreement: "You are right, please be a little friend." ”

An Ning walked into Mr. Feng Shui's room in a few steps, and the small room was full of all kinds of books except for a table on the kang.

However, apart from these books, none of the four walls of the house is enough to describe Mr. Feng Shui's poverty.

"I don't understand, you have seen so much feng shui, just the few times in my family, the red envelopes are very sufficient, but how can you still live so poorly."

An Ning skillfully pulled over a bench and sat on it.

Mr. Feng Shui was silent, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said mysteriously: "I will tell you." ”

An Ning was a white-eyed child, and he said without seeing anything on his lips: "Have you found it, my white eyes have contributed to you." ”

"Wouldn't it be nice to always play these mysterious things and explain them earlier?"

"In case it is written in the image, there is only one breath left, how many words can you say? Don't miss out on important things. ”

An Ning kept talking, but Mr. Feng Shui still didn't open his mouth mysteriously, just calmly picked up a book and began to explain.

As soon as Mr. Feng Shui spoke, An Ning stopped interjecting and listened quietly.

One of the two speaks, the other listens.

The whole room was filled with the sound of quiet reading, and nothing else.

An Ning memorized every word that Mr. said, and Mr. tried his best to explain every word and every opinion of himself.

Serious time always passes quickly, and Mr. Feng Shui stopped because Anning's stomach was calling.

An Ning patted her stomach and said, "I ate a lot in the morning before I came." ”

She said it very seriously and made Mr. Feng Shui laugh.

"I know, let's stop here today."

An Ning got up from the bench, and after looking around, she didn't find anything to eat, so she simply walked to the narrow kitchen.

"You're going to eat this?"

There are only two black nest heads.

"It's already good, let's go."

Again, An Ning doesn't like the way to play pantomime riddles the most.

"Let's go, let's go."

An Ning is really gone.

She left Mr. Feng Shui's house on her bicycle, and she was not in a good mood all the way.

What is the purpose of a person with real skills to suffer and suffer here?

obviously has the ability to live a good life, but he has to live a hard life?

It's not that An Ning hasn't delivered food, but every time she sends something, it is given to someone else by Mr. Feng Shui.

She was told many times not to send it again.

An Ning really doesn't send it anymore, because Mr. Feng Shui doesn't eat it, and he must gnaw on that kind of black noodles, just hard nest head.

Along the way, the more An Ning thought about it, the more depressed he became.

The depressed mood has not improved after entering the village.

With a stomach full of suffocation, she went up the hill with a machete.

On the mountain, An Ning walked farther and farther, deeper and deeper, and gradually walked into the deep mountains.

The courage of the artist is the true portrayal of tranquility.

She was not afraid, but walked with her head down, and slowly climbed to the top of a mountain.

Enjoying the scenery of a small mountain made her find a trace of peace in her heart.

An Ning sat on the stone at the top of the hill and looked down.

The depressed mood was let go with it.

"I really can't do this business, I look like this, I should be what Mr. said."

An Ning breathed a sigh of relief, leaned on the big rock, looked up at the blue sky, and closed his eyes relaxedly.

"Farming is still right for me."

"Whew———-"

"Woohoo——- woohoo———"

A whine made An Ning sit up violently, and the chai knife was clenched.

"Wolves?"