Huan/Ying\Guang/Pro\Black/Rock\Pavilion, Please/100 ▲ Degrees ▲ One ▲ Under the Black \ Rock / Pavilion You can also open the website www · ΗeiУange · The fastest update of the whole network www.Н eiyange.com to see the complete and error-free chapters, please .百〃度〃一〃下 ̈黑Уап阁&;#酒馆里, there is a woman who is in her double decade, holding alone.

Her crisp voice can be heard, breaking the twilight and drifting away, floating away at the willow tops, floating among the fields.

It can be seen that her hands and feet are nimble, and she cooks, serves, checks out, and cleans by herself, but she is orderly.

The woman stopped what she was doing, for he heard the voice of the man in the inner hall, which was hoarse and unpleasant, like the sound of frosted glass rubbing.

She picked up a bowl of water and went into the inner chamber.

The man on the bed was still unconscious, he just frowned tightly, and his lips were as dry as old bark.

Helping him up slightly, the woman brought the tea bowl to his mouth, and the clear water ran down his chapped lips and into his throat. He swallowed heavily, gulped and gulped, and soon, a bowl of water was left by him to drink, and he smacked his lips unwillingly, these waters, not enough.

The woman looked at his bloody face, and couldn't help frowning, and a touch of uneasiness came to her heart.

But she had turned and poured another bowl of water.

This man drinks more than a dozen bowls of water a day, but still looks so thirsty, it's really strange.

After feeding the man, she went to the front hall to entertain the guests who were eating and drinking.

The old man in the corner of the hall took a sip of the wine in the glass, looking like he was enjoying it.

He said: I said big sister, it's a mildew ghost making trouble? What do you care about him, didn't leave him to feed the fish in the river, it's already amazing to pick him up, you are still called by him all day long, what a musty ghost, you look at the scars, you can't be a green forest thief who runs the rivers and lakes, you don't want to be harmed by him. ~~~ The last sound, he dragged on for a long time, like the tone of the troupe. After he said these words, he lowered his head, took another sip of wine, squinted beautifully, and tasted the wine, he reached out and tapped the beat on the edge of the table, and hummed a small tune.

The woman smiled at him lightly and didn't answer, but the worried look between her eyebrows couldn't be hidden.

As the sun set, the light in the hall dimmed.

The last afterglow came through the window and sprinkled on the woman's face, a pale golden halo, scattered in circles.

Her hair, in this halo, shone with a sparkling light.

The last idle man who drank also shook his slightly drunken steps and went away, and his body was dragged by the slanting sun.

The woman began to clean up the contents of the hall, wash and wipe them.

Cook for your mother-in-law.

The woman married into the Guo family at eighteen, and on the night of the cave room, the groom died suddenly, leaving such a tavern and an elderly mother-in-law who was paralyzed in bed.

She is also a hard-working person!

A year later.

A small hut was built next to the tavern, and an idler lived in it.

No one knows the name of the idler, or maybe he doesn't have a name. It's just that I've been screaming all the time, and it was originally called Ah Scar Ah Scar, but Sister-in-law Guo said it was not good, so she changed it.

No one knows where the idler comes from, no one asks, and he doesn't say. Someone else asked, and he just said he didn't know.

The idler's face is deeply scarred, and he is so ugly and scary that he can't even tell his true age.

The idle man had great strength, three or five bags of grain, and he grabbed it with one hand and lifted it up.

When the idler has nothing to do, he likes to bask in the sun, move a small horse, sit in the open space in front of the small hut, squint his eyes, look at the weak posture of the weeping willows beside the road, and look at the ethereal clouds in the sky. His eyes were as misty as a cloud of smoke. Like an old man, no, he should have been an old man, everyone in the town said so, only his mother-in-law knew, and Sister-in-law Guo knew that he was not an old man.

He always goes in one direction, to the southwest.

The town boy asked him what he was doing there, and he said, "There is, there is......

He couldn't come up with a reason, and the children ran away laughing.

Some people say that he is a fool, he is not angry, he smiles lightly, but his smile is more ugly than crying, perhaps, that is really not a laugh.

The children of the town began to be afraid of him, of his horrible face. Gradually, however, the children liked to surround him, because he had endless stories to tell, hundreds of thousands of times more interesting than the ones his father told.

Sometimes, some adults who are okay will gather around him and listen to his stories.

At this time, the idle man took a small horse and sat in the middle, talking about the wonderful tension, he deliberately paused, and only after satisfying everyone's appetite did he continue to talk proudly.

Idlers also like to drink, especially the wine brewed by Sister-in-law Guo in the tavern next door.

Sister-in-law Guo's beauty, Fang Twenty, was widowed at a young age, I don't know how many matchmakers came to tell her to remarry, she shouldn't, just because the mother-in-law at home can't let it go.

Or she agreed, but she asked to take her mother-in-law over, and the man was silent and didn't mention it again.

There is a splash in the town who is helpless, but there is nothing to do about her, if you want to use force on her, the scissors hidden in her cuffs will not hesitate to cut her throat.

The people in the town like Sister-in-law Guo, her food, her wine, and the eight who can tell stories in the tavern.

Seeing that there were many people in the tavern, Ah Ba was also interested, and he would stand up and tell a paragraph, and people would coax, listen to his story or laugh, or be silent and emotional.

Sister-in-law Guo also likes to listen to his stories, and when he tells them, Sister-in-law Guo will look up at the ugly but radiant face while busy with the work in her hands, her eyes bent into crescent moons, and listen quietly.

Ah Ba is interested in telling stories, and when he is not interested, he doesn't say a word, even if he takes an iron rod, he doesn't want to pry his mouth open. At this time, he generally looks into the distance, in the southwest direction.

When he tells a story, usually when he finishes drinking, at that time, people coax together, and he also tells it, which is intonable and exciting.

The town is near the river, the town is close to the mountain, the wind and rain are smooth, peaceful and tranquil.

The people of the town can fish and hunt. Sit under one’s own vine and fig tree.

When the twilight sun pulled out the lights of thousands of homes, the town fell asleep, sleeping peacefully.

When the rooster crows in the early morning and the night creeps up, the town wakes up, and the busy day begins.

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