Although the cousin was a wooden and honest peasant woman, because she was ashamed of her filthiness, she was sensitive, and when she saw that this woman was deaf, she knew that she was unwilling in her heart, so she hurriedly reprimanded and said, "Don't mess around!"

"Be obedient, don't displease your father!" Bao Wenzheng casually played with the pigtail on his nephew's head, and then put it back on the wheelbarrow, and said with a casual smile: "Bring you rock sugar gourd at night." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Second uncle, I want to eat ...... too," the niece said timidly, just because her mother had passed away, so she didn't dare to play anymore when she heard her father's reprimand.

"Okay, one rock sugar gourd per person!"

Don't say that she is unwilling to be in the spring thirty mother, even Bao Wenzheng does not want her nephew to be held in her arms, who knows that the string of this thousand-year-old spider spirit is wrong, if it is a handful of throwing the young nephew out, it is okay, if it is swallowed in one bite, the situation is stronger than people, and there is no way, for the sake of the future, it is far away from the family.

"Cousin, don't leave it here, I have to have time to talk to you ......"

After Bao Wenzheng bowed his hand, he smiled and walked towards the first with the Spring Thirty Niang Path.

Qingping County is the nearest county town from Yangjiaao, only because there are many demons in the world, so the people are not safe, but also unintentional work, the days are more and more poor, but this "Qingping County" word is worthy of the name, although it is just after the Shangyuan Festival, the people along the road are mostly shabby winter clothes, more or less have a few patches, the stitches are delicate is proficient in the female red woman skillfully sewn and repair, the pulp is also clean.

Nine cavities and eighteen tones, and the brown rope is flattened.

Although it was nearly noon, white smoke filled out of the boiling water of the cake and soup stall, although the old man was shouting hard, but few people sat down, and the ordinary people who came and went just took out the nest head from their arms, and were already content to fill their stomachs, where did they get the spare money to be greedy for that bite to eat.

A pair of beautiful people from the city gate of Qingping County came together, there is poetry and calligraphy in the belly, Bao Wenzheng is wearing a light cyan robe, the weak figure is its own elegant atmosphere, although the spring thirty Niang is an ordinary skirt, a silver hairpin obliquely inserted into the bun, but the beautiful face has not been damaged, but a little more small jasper delicate and lovely, but indifferently looked at the noise of the world, with a disdainful face.

The pear orchard in Qingping County was deserted, but in recent months it has become famous because of the Kunqu opera of the "Peony Pavilion", so although it is with the poor years of the people, there is still a bit of liveliness, the businessman Hu Peng who wears silk and satin is accompanied by a good table in front of the stage, and the ordinary dried fruits and tea are on the side;

"The Peony Pavilion" is divided into fifty-five plays, and today's performance is one of the folds of "Dream", the singing of Kunqu Opera is delicate and tactful, like a pearl walking on a plate, crystal and round, the person who plays Liu Mengmei is also a woman, but when she dreams back from midnight, she vaguely sees a beautiful woman standing under the plum tree in the garden, saying that she has a marriage with him......

Bao Wenzheng was concentrating on admiring this fold of "Dream", but the rest of his eyes were all on the body of Chun Thirty Niang, and he was afraid that this thousand-year-old spider spirit would not like the noise of this pear orchard, so he would make a plan as soon as possible, and then go to find another place to go, after all, he wanted to spy on the heart of Chun Thirty Niang.

Chun Thirty Niang is absent-minded, after all, people and demons are different, and she has never liked the disease-free moaning of the world, so she can't be interested in this "Peony Pavilion", but it is the quiet and peaceful in this pear orchard, which has dispersed the wisdom and Xiong in her heart, although she is impatient for a while, but she has never said anything to leave.

"Crackling ......"

Bao Wenzheng grabbed a handful of dried fruits from the table, tasted them himself, and then handed the fruit to Chun Thirty Niang, still watching the performance on the stage as if nothing had happened, and shaking his head from time to time, looking intoxicated.

Chun Thirty Niang took the fruit in surprise, stretched out her slender green jade fingers, silently twisted one, and put it in her mouth, but her indifferent eyes softened.

Natural selection, the law of the demon race, and as a spider spirit, the spring thirty Niang is even more proficient in its reasoning, since the moment of birth with the egg bag, it is with the young spider to eat the mother spider in order to survive, the spring thirty Niang from an ordinary spider to today's demon king, is to rely on a more vicious, more ferocious nature, constantly plundering and eating to make themselves strong, after giving birth to spiritual wisdom, they plundered the aura of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and the moon to cultivate, and after the transformation, they plundered the treasures of heaven and earth for their own practice, and the viciousness and ferocity of the nature were brought into full play。

Only people who are afraid of death, when they bow their heads and beg for mercy, they will offer the treasures of heaven and earth with both hands, this is the cognition of Chun Thirty Niang for thousands of years, it is Mei Jiangxue's lover Bao Wenzheng, and when he handed over this handful of dried fruits very casually, it was a little trance, and even some illusions, this handful of dried fruits that were as light as nothing was actually a little heavy.

"The splendid heart of Mei Jiangxue ........."

For the first time in her life, she felt a little touched, and realized why the thousand-year-old fox demon Mei Jiangxue would ask for Baimang Mountain, and would rather go to Lanruo Temple at risk, but also to stay with this Bao Wenzheng for a lifetime.

The bright eyes converged the boredom, and began to carefully observe the fold of "Peony Pavilion" "Dream", perhaps to measure the weight of the word affection and Mei Jiangxue's heart, and it will be good to restrain the thousand-year-old fox demon of Qingqiu Mountain in the future, and more with an ignorant mentality, to figure out the feelings that are supposed to be mirrors, why is there such a great charm, so that the crazy men and women in the world are happy, and those who do not want to cultivate the demon clan are willing to waste their longevity.

The sparse light rain and cold wind falling, making this spring cold season more cold, the pear orchard is windy on all sides, so those people who are not tolerant of wind and cold, or borrow the light and grass shed to hide, or have left, not long after this pear orchard is also more and more deserted, only the stage is still on the stage, the interpretation of this fold "Dream" to the end.

"It's raining ......"

Bao Wenzheng and Chun Thirty Niang walked to the entrance of the pear orchard, seeing that the hazy light rain had intensified, and the sky was also dark, so they waited under the grass hut for a while, and left when the light rain gradually stopped.

Chun Thirty Niang's cold cheeks are still frowning, and she knows all the dramas in this fold of "Dream", but she really can't understand why the poor scholar "Liu Mengmei" is like this, the two people who don't know each other have a lifelong grudge because of the midnight dream.

Bao Wenzheng saw the silent expression of this Chun Thirty Niang, and knew that this "Peony Pavilion" had touched the indifferent demonic nature to some extent, so he raised his sleeves while the iron was hot, covered the head of Chun Thirty Niang, and said: "Let's go, at this moment, the rain will not stop." ”

Chun Thirty Niang looked at Mei Jiangxue's lover in astonishment, and then she knew that Mei Jiangxue was not cultivating in Qingqiu Mountain, why would she serve Bao Wenzheng's second elder for more than two months in Yangjiaao.

It's just that the infatuated men and women in the world will stay together for a lifetime because of the word affection because of the limited longevity, and they will also extend to future generations;

I don't understand, I really can't figure it out......

Under the cover of Bao Wenzheng's raised sleeves, Chun Thirty Niang also rubbed and collided with Bao Wenzheng's close body between walking briskly and briskly......

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Teaching Hours:

The essence of getting along with a girl is: if she is not deeply involved in the world, take him to see the prosperity of the world, and if she has vicissitudes of life, take her to ride the merry-go-round.

These two sentences have been said rotten now, so in the actual operation process, they can only follow the general outline, and if they are rigid, they will definitely be self-defeating.

I remember that year, I met a very beautiful girl from Momo's flirtatious sister, limited to a little older, almost thirty years old and unmarried, so I chatted back and forth for a few days, and then met on the weekend to ride a bicycle on the city wall of Xi'an.

It was a sunny day, the double bicycle was almost a long way, and I saw a lot of foreigners riding bicycles along the road, chatting with each other for about two hours, and the conversation was very little about family history and reality, but it was the tourist attractions of Fengyue and Xi'an, and I guessed something from the words, and unconsciously at noon, I had lunch in the food city of the nearby shopping mall.

I went to see a movie in the afternoon, and I couldn't remember the film I watched clearly, even the girl's name had long been forgotten, and I moved out of the killer feature in the evening and invited my brother-in-law out again......

If I say, with good intentions, let this boiled duck go, do you believe it?