We hurt each other, and the uncle watched it very pleasantly, maybe he thought that ravaging each other like this was a way to increase the affection of brothers. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Why does the uncle have such a distorted psychology, we gather in a circle to speculate privately, and come to the conclusion that the uncle's childhood must be gray, and his childhood must have many stories.

I don't have many stories from my childhood, and before I was eight years old, my memory was blank, and my mother said that I burned out my brain, and I finally got it back.

After the age of eight, my deepest memories are the old monks of my childhood who preached all day long, and the heroic stories of the well-known recruitment advertisements.

So my childhood was supposed to be white.

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Wang Hu's childhood was undoubtedly pink, the kind of pink that rouges water.

He said that his mother had two older brothers, and when he gave birth to his sister, his sister died in childbirth, so his mother treated him as a girl, and he ate and wore all the things he bought for his sister.

He recalled with affection how good it was then, to be able to bite his fingers and hold the corners of his clothes like a little girl, and watch with tears in his eyes as his two brothers fought for him, even though he was stronger than his brothers.

He said that it was so good at that time, he could have a family drink with a group of little girls, fantasize about marrying a peerless and heroic husband in the future, and step on the romantic clouds of colorful clouds, although every time he was moved, he would scare other girls into tears.

He said that it was really good at that time, because it was small enough, so if he wanted to go to the men's thatched house, he would go to the men's thatched house, and if he wanted to go to the women's pit, he would go to the women's pit, and he was very happy that he had the functions of both sides.

What was his childhood later, everyone didn't listen to it, who would dare to talk about this kind of topic.......

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Zhang Er's childhood should be golden.

He said that his family was unimaginably large and could no longer be described in words.

Even the toilet in the house is golden.

Diapers are gold-wired.

Even the toothpick is golden silk.

He said brothers, this time I came to join the army, I came to experience the hardships and vicissitudes of the world, you see that I am now eating military food and wearing cloth clothes with you, you have to be grateful, and when Lao Tzu inherits the family business, I will take you to eat and drink spicy food.

We didn't listen to it any longer, this kind of talk is usually followed by a cousin when he sees a newcomer.

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Sure enough, the cousin then began to brag.

We resolutely gave up our cousin and wanted to listen to Sima Yi.

Sima Yi thought for a while and said that his childhood should be red, the red of cinnabar.

He said that since he can remember, he has been constantly drawing talismans and meditating.

I have walked a lot of mountains and rivers, and I have followed a lot of masters from outside the world.

Oh, and I paid a lot of tuition.

He had a very fulfilling childhood, learned a lot of unique knowledge, and felt very good about everything in astronomy and geography, and had a bit of pride in holding my hand in heaven and earth.

He said that he had cultivated to the point where he could know what that person was thinking and what he wanted to do just by looking at him. At a glance, you can see the person's past, this life, and future life.

After saying that, he pointed at me and said that you, for example, knew at a glance that you wanted to now.

He also added that he doesn't have to pinch his fingers to figure out that I pulled one day yesterday, another day today, and another day tomorrow.

Hearing this, Zhao Ying nodded solemnly and said, "Divine calculation, master....."

I burst into tears.

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The eldest girl probably wanted to resolve my embarrassment, cleared her throat, and was ready to enter the circle to confess her childhood.

Everyone dispersed in a hurry, and while scattering, they said that they couldn't be lazy anymore and had to train hard, and the moon was hanging in the middle of the night.

It's not that we don't care about the eldest daughter's childhood, nor do we care why the eldest girl will grow into more than 200 pounds now, but the uncle also has a task at night, and we can't slack off.

The girl went to the uncle depressed and wanted to continue to talk about childhood, but the uncle hurriedly refused, he said that there was a class tonight, it was Sima Yi's class, and he asked Sima Yi to teach twelve doors sign language.

The uncle said that Sima Yi's sign language is very dedicated to the country, and although this sign language riding camp is not used, it is a very good means of communication for the twelve doors, because some cases require silence. The uncle said that he remembered Sima Yi's great achievements, and encouraged Sima Yi to continue to develop new sign language, and the country's pennant was on its way.

At night, the forest was pitch black and couldn't see his five fingers, and the uncle actually said that he wanted to learn sign language, and this reason was really made up when he was forced to a dead end.

The old gun girl is not stupid, she can see it, so her deep resentment is as creepy as the cold abyss.

In the end, the uncle finally couldn't bear the resentment of the old gun girl, pushed me out, and asked me to accompany the eldest girl to climb the tree and look at the stars, and said that this was an order.

Sure enough, the uncle couldn't be relied on, I climbed the tree with tears in my eyes, fortunately the tree was a little tall, and it was not safe to do something on it, so my chastity was preserved.

Of course, these are my official statements to everyone, as for what happened that night, I will not describe it, let me cry for a while.

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It's a new day again, and the sun is rising as usual.

Uncle continued to train us, and the range gradually stepped out of our defense area, and if we went further, we could go to the border of Daqing and Dalei.

Looking at the gradually appearing walled city, and some people of different colors passing by, we were full of curiosity, it turns out that there are so many different races, and so many strange hairstyles.

Generally, there will be a mutual market in the outer circle of the border gate, which is convenient for the people of the two countries to exchange and trade amicably.

This border pass is called Bailin Pass, the perennial snow here in winter, the forest full of snow in winter is covered in silver, it is extraordinarily good-looking, so the ancients named Bailin, this mutual market is also called Bailin mutual market.

Although Bailin Mutual Market belongs to the nominal defense area of Daqing, Daqing has never sent troops to guard at designated points, but only sends patrols to go around several times a day, and by the way, they receive some small gifts or something.

Due to the prestige of the Daqing Cavalry, the ordinary people in the rivers and lakes do not dare to make a big mess in the mutual market, so the mutual market is basically in a stable trading state, of course, as long as the occasional bloody conflict does not affect the harmonious overall situation of the mutual market, the Daqing patrol will turn a blind eye and do not bother to pay attention.

But out of the mutual market, outside the field of vision of the Daqing patrol, all the goods and personal safety must be taken care of, in principle, as long as it is not a conflict caused by the enemy army, the patrol will not pay attention, on the contrary, the patrol will sometimes pick up some Jianghu people.

So as long as you have good goods and can afford to hire a guard to protect you, then you can make a very high profit in the mutual market, or exchange it for a lot of incredible treasures. Therefore, it is a paradise for merchants, and it is also a paradise for adventurers, and there will be some mercenary groups wandering around the outer circle of dozens of miles around the city, or single knights, or horse thieves.

In each of these peripheral circles, there will be many legendary stories that make people's hearts sway, and since most of these stories are true, they sound much more wonderful than the Central Plains storytelling.

For example, Longmen Inn, such as Taiping Hotel, and so on

It is full of assassinations, black eating black, sexual encounters, and happy revenge.

Hearing this, my cousin's eyes lit up, this was the temple for him, a liar.

The more chaotic the place, the more he can give full play to his Zongheng family expertise, and he can do things like killing people and setting fires without scruples.

Seeing his cousin's eager expression, the uncle slapped his head hard and said, "Just your three-legged cat's deceptive trick, you will only be eaten there and there will not be a single hair left. ”