"I am a dignified and suave person, a righteous person, scolding Fang Xuan, writing thousands of poems, don't look at my handsome fragrance to cause other men to be jealous. Ahem, ahem, I'm actually a lover of books. Hehe, uh-huh. Let me think about it. Lang Lang is on a sunny day, and the children who pick up dung are holding a hoe in one hand and pulling the young son in the back with the other, shouting and picking flowers and catching butterflies. Wow wow, what a picture. ”

"Huh, am I not right?"

"What? You old thing despises me and wants me to keep going on with that experience. Yo roar, you have to add money, you have to add money. I don't want any mortal money, I want to be a natural baby, tsk, just like my precious apprentice. Although I was blind that night and couldn't see anything good or bad, today gave me a chance to show my talents, and I was very happy in my heart, teachable, teachable. ”

"I'm still waiting for my precious apprentice to bring me a jug of good wine to drink with me. Hehe, when the time comes, we will be three people, are you right?"

"What's wrong? You old thing, you want to hear my story without adding money? Baby, I want baby. ”

"Ahem, okay, I'll move on!"

Li Shuishan looked helpless, thought for a long time and only exhaled lightly, his mouth was dry but there was no thirst, and he heard it quietly.

The old madman's eyes widened, he took a sharp breath, and said: "Do you know that my mouth was dry and astringent at that time, and it was obvious that I was getting older and more than I was attracted by the woman's figure." You just say one, and there are dozens, dozens of them. Not to mention that the man is crooked and cracked, and he is short in stature and has no flesh in his buttocks. I exhaled and walked away. Oops, the fragrance in my mouth made my feet weak as soon as I breathed in. I leaned on to the railings around the bridge and moved past step by step to take a look at the red-lighted boat.

Although this person who is full of nonsense, he will be close. The emaciated old man said to me, 'How can you go ahead, an old immortal?' When my temper came, I wanted to kick him and felt bad, so I waved my hand and ignored it, and went on. When I got to the little bend where the clothes were colorful and the red lights reflected, I knew that this is a wonderful place for beautiful women!

I also saw so many women holding up their fans, their eyes full of makeup, the green clothes were purple under the red light, the white clothes were red, the human eyes were dark and melted into the night, the white was clearly reflected in the red, the moist flowers were abundant, the flowers were shy and browning, and I saw the sparkling water, there was a clear spring flowing downstream, and the slightest trace entered the river, how could I wait quietly?

I walked into the woods and looked into the distance. In a quiet place for fishing, looking from the window, there is a small boat with lights on, and a person covering his face sits in it. From a distance, the ghost stretched out its mouth, revealing its mouth and licking its teeth, eager to rush up and take a bite to relieve its cravings. The trees belong to the oblique things in my eyes, one is red-eyed, looking at the red light, hehe, laughing, the woman in the distance is puzzled by this lonely night lantern.

I walked into the night, knowing full well that there were ghosts in it. I coughed and strengthened myself, and stood by the river, staring at the ghosts next to me, all of whom were scared to pee their pants. Afraid of me, haha, ahem, my majesty is by no means a little bit.

Who do you say that woman is?

That's right, it's the half-painting I love! It's a pity that she can't get old, so she didn't swallow it with a breath, where she lay on her stomach. She didn't know I was coming, and she didn't know me

Standing beside the boat with hurried steps. I looked at the anchored boat, a red lantern on one side, slightly glowing, shining in my heart, I couldn't wait to rush up to take a look at my half of the painting, is it the same as before?

I'm soft-hearted and timid! I've never been like this. As soon as I thought about her past, a bunch of nonsense popped up in my head. I wanted to hold my head and cry out loud. I'm a big man, a well-known man, what strange things do I think? I have a field in my left hand and a Longxi Spring in my right hand, and I roar a few times, I'm afraid that there will be a bunch of followers in just a few years, and I still want to do these things?

I walked up with a fucking weakness and trembling, just to look at the woman's face, I must see, I am here, how can I go back empty-handed? Before I touched the boat gate, I heard a rapid cough inside, and the whirring water came out, and a piano sound came.

When the piano sounded at night, my hands trembled. That's my favorite Qiu Yue! Hmph, I know why I didn't point out Qiu Feng to Li Shuishan's kid, in fact, he had already caught a glimpse of it, and he didn't pay attention to the short peak! I didn't want to hear about Qiu in my life. I fucking like it in the moon, it's autumn, it really hurts my brain!

I've never done anything weird in my life, and it's weird to me.

I'm afraid, the sound of the piano and the voice of "Autumn Moon" together, the sound under the shed has reached my ears. It's a half-painting, and no matter how old her voice is, I can hear it clearly. That subtlety and wantonness, that is in tune with my affection. I can't wait to pick up a jug of wine, hold a stack of peanuts, and get drunk, I haven't been drunk in a long time. Hehe, the more I listen, the more uncomfortable I become, my half-painting, why is he not finished, I heard it in a low voice, **, I just don't see the end, and the days are like years!

The women at the railing of the bridge listened with the men next to them with their eyes closed.

This "Autumn Moon" is so sad that my heart trembles when it hurts! My body and robe can't hold up, my mouth is knocked down to my waist by the sound of the piano, and my ears are drooping, just like the Buddha seeker who gave me discernment. My nose was out of breath, as if the ghosts next to me were pinching me tightly, and women walked by in my eyes. It's only that half of the painting when I was young stays unchanged, and it just makes my old face pop and instigate to look at it non-stop, and I am not allowed to pull down my eyelids.

What kind of sin have I suffered! My favorite person actually let me listen to her sad piano and not let me fall asleep. I tried to get her to stop, to make her pluck the strings in her hands, but she couldn't move. I was still conscious, as if I could see the red lantern on the side. I just struggled to open my eyes, but I couldn't open them, and I didn't say anything with all my strength?

Ahhh

I'm a wanderer, how can I still stay here? My palms and backs of my hands are full of meat, how can there be ghosts who question me? I want to pick up a handful of autumn leaves and sweep you away, a broom to knock off your head, make you open your mouth wide and laugh. I knew you weren't a good thing, huh.

How could it hurt so much.

Why does it hurt so much?

I wanted to peel off the sun and moon around me for a long time, but I found that summer can really turn into autumn. I forgot what spring was, the fireworks in March, the years that came with me, how did it get so cold?

No one made me miss each other, no one let me watch the play in the corner, no one made me shake my head.

When the piano stopped, my hands were sore and sore, and something was missing from my heart?

I didn't see the face of a woman, I didn't see the eyes of the awakened people around me so lovely, what about the sun and moon that I remembered? I ran away in fear, and I didn't dare to look back again.

Heartburn, I went back to Dahan, took a sip of hard wine, and he asked me what's wrong? I said I was thirsty.

Drink when you're thirsty?

I said, what's wrong with drinking? If you don't drink it, your wine will spoil.

Haha, I laughed and laughed, and the wine bowl in my hand fell to the ground. I left in a few days, never daring to go back to that place. I only miss my Xinghua Village, which is my home, but my mother and relatives there are gone, who should I look for? I stared bitterly and touched a layer of fallen willow bark, pinched the worm again, caught the fish, and the one who came up with a flick of the fishing rod was the little ghost, and the fierce fish mouth clicked and bit the hook, grandma's, it really made me uncomfortable.

I sat by the bluestone willow tree, like the old man who fished, and more and more children passed by and dropped a few pieces of bread. Three or four years later, my beard felt the most sexual under my neck, I couldn't pinch it with one hand, white and black mixed, I was like a wild man, drinking blood and eating raw meat, this kind of life was boring, but I was still watching the gang of people in Xinghua Village die one by one.

The family that stole my mother's cloth was the first to die. The old man fell his head to the ground when he was leading the horse, and he was languished with white cloth. His old mother wept so sadly that her tears could no longer be dried, and I could not say a word, and I saw that in the night I was holding my neck and glaring and leaving with my eyes, and there were no children or daughters; the family with the jar of firewood was suddenly rolled down by a boulder, smashed the jar, and ran over the family, alas; and several laughing women all fell one after another, coughing for more than a year and then died, the man with a machete cut down the cattle in the village one by one, and the fish of the small river by the roadside, and he never saw me.

I laughed and went fishing.

The family that blew fireworks, lived happily, and the children who gave me bread grew up happily. Ten years have passed, and my face has not changed, and I am still like an old man in his sixties. At that time, only the child who kept bringing me food could see me, laugh and ask me where I came from?

I smiled and went fishing.

I've been fishing for decades, and I'm still not old.

I've waited so long for the child who delivered the bread to become a teenager, until I was young, middle-aged, old, and that pile of graves that were rising, and all I had waited for was the dead human population, and I could no longer see what I wanted to see.

Old and old, I even say these sentimental memories. ”

The old madman's eyes were hazy and deeper, and he pretended to be a wine glass-shaped palm, and drank a glass to the moonlight, "Do you want to ask me what I'm going to do in the future?"

"How could I tell you this time? Otherwise, what if you don't listen to my story at night in the future, I'll talk about it next time! Sleep, my precious disciple still needs me to teach me well, let him show off for me, hehe, it's interesting to think about it!"

"By the way, you're going to add money to me. No, it's a baby. ”