It can be seen that Qin Guosong and his mother-in-law are not ordinary people. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qin Guosong's boldness and his mother-in-law's casualness are all footnotes on the characteristics of the children of the rivers and lakes. In particular, Mrs. Qin's appearance of thirty-eight or nine-year-old is not only beautiful and graceful, but also fair-skinned, with a pair of bright wrists and delicate frost and snow like a lady, without the roughness and darkness of peasant children at all.

The most important thing is that the eyes of the classmate in the dream are very sharp, and from Mrs. Qin's delicate fingers like green onions, you can see that there is a faint layer of purple light flowing in the whiteness, and with his vicious eyes, it can be concluded that Mrs. Qin is deeply studying a kind of feminine inner martial arts similar to cinnabar palms.

Qin Guosong is not difficult to identify, just looking at his broad and mighty physique, as well as the appearance of his signature swollen temples, it is relatively easy to know that he has extremely high attainments in the outer martial arts.

Meng couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the master in the dream was really not wrong, the land of China, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, even in such a poor and remote place, there are masters.

At this moment, Meng couldn't help but think about it again, since there is never a shortage of masters in China, why, in the modern history of China, whenever foreign powers launch a ring-style martial arts competition against China and destroy the will of the Chinese people with spirit, there has never been a master who has come forward?

As a result, in the late Qing Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, Huo Yuanjia of Jinmen and Wang Ziping of Cangzhou had to take up the burden of the nation and declare war on the samurai of foreign powers.

In the new century, in the face of the provocations of Muay Thai, karate, and taekwondo, what supports the scene is only the so-called sanda, which is the head of the Bo family.

Where has the profound and magical Chinese martial arts gone?

Where are the masters?

The master is in the folk? -- Drinking wine on the ridge of the folk and listening to the crisp nursery rhymes of the cowherd boy?

Could it be that the face of a country is no match for a young nursery rhyme?

Meng reflected on himself again, his martial arts in his previous life can be said to be shallow as much as the current layer, but it is better than hundreds of years of civilization, causing different degrees of damage to the various acupuncture points of the human body, and causing various injuries to the blows of various nerves and veins.

The effect of his introspection is rather depressing, because, after the brain quickly flips through and filters like a computer, finally, he has to admit a fact: even when he saw the arrogance of some foreign warriors showing off their power in the Chinese ring, although he wanted to jump into the ring and extinguish it in seconds with just one finger, but for various reasons involved, he could only light a cigarette and then silently turn off the TV.

Perhaps, the real master does not necessarily have to appear in the public's sight.

Perhaps, a real master, his time is not wasted chasing fame and fortune in the ring, but his life has a task of greater significance, which requires him to silently dedicate a lifetime of time and even life to complete.

After the "heart knot" was opened, classmate Meng drank even more happily, not only toasting with Qin Guosong and his wife, but later, Cong Yong and Yao Yan also drank, that dissolute and uninhibited image, completely ignoring the subtlety and reserve that a teacher should have.

Qin Baobao's eyes lit up, and he looked at Classmate Meng almost affectionately, his eyes were full of some kind of expectation.

Meng couldn't help but feel funny, because, from Qin Baobao's eyes, he saw the shadow of his childhood in his previous life, at that time, whenever the old man was drinking, he looked at him like this, it was curiosity and the desire to grow, in his consciousness at that time, the man who drank could be called a real man. In fact, his feelings are like some young classmates in the circle of friends without parents and teachers casually imitating adults with cigarettes in their mouths, their real reason is not to enjoy the taste of tobacco choking people's throats, but to prove their maturity in front of some people, especially beautiful girls.

Their naïve minds, completely unaware of true maturity, are not just a cigarette in their mouths or a few glasses of wine in their throats, but need to clearly understand the responsibilities of life and devote a lifetime to fulfill them.

Of course, you can't ask a young person to think maturely. People grow up in the midst of setbacks, and maturity is a long and difficult road, which requires a lot of effort.

Some people say that the so-called growth is to trample on yesterday's ideals one by one, and then, scarred and tired footsteps, lonely on the road, Yu Yu alone.

At this moment, Meng suddenly felt a trace of tiredness in his heart.

Already in his previous life, he began to get tired as the woman he loved died in front of him. Unexpectedly, even if time and space are dislocated, and after crossing this dynasty, they still have to re-operate the butcher's knife and fight the bloody rivers and lakes.

He has the intention of retreating, and the reason why he gave birth to teach Qin Baobao the mantle is that in addition to giving an explanation to the master in the dream, subconsciously, it also contains the end charm of his departure from the rivers and lakes.

The northern sky, night is falling. After eating a meal, it was already very dark at night.

The lights had been lit earlier in the room.

According to the customs of the north at that time, men, women and children, all slept together on a large kang. Qin Guosong's kang head is not small, and it is no problem to sleep seven or eight people, but, considering that classmate Meng is a southerner, he obviously will not get used to this custom, so he has to clean up another place for them.

Fortunately, Qin Guosong also has a relatively small side room that usually stores some farm tools and hoards grain, and it should be no problem to sleep if you clean it a little and lay a few wooden planks on the ground.

Qin Guosong and his wife began to insist on giving the kang they slept on to classmate Meng, but before classmate Meng could excuse himself, Yao Yan had already taken the first step to refuse.

The guest does not oppress the master.

It is a great pity to disturb and trouble people here, and it is not a matter of living for a day or two, it seems that it should have to disturb people for a long time, and if it increases the mental burden of others, it will be a bit too much.

Since Yao Yan is so unswervingly persistent, Qin Guosong and his wife are not reluctant.

There is never a shortage of quilts in the Dakang family, so Lao Qin instructed his mother-in-law to bring a few more quilts over, two quilts to make mats, and two quilts to cover them. In the same way, two braziers were burned to keep warm.

Of course, although it is extremely rare for the ancients to commit suicide by burning charcoal, people still know about the harmful gases produced by burning charcoal. Therefore, the careful Mrs. Qin opened up some ventilation space on top of the tightly closed windows.

If at this time in Jiangnan, Meng should call a few pig friends and dog friends, spend all day drinking in a restaurant, and then, after being full of wine and food, set foot in a certain high-grade and atmospheric nightclub to discuss some academic topics in life with the flower girls.

The night in the south of the Yangtze River is bright and colorful, and people will not want to return.

And here, at this time, you can only go to bed and sleep helplessly.

Whether it is a different region, the work and rest habits are also different.

Between the heavens and the earth, it was dark and dreary, and even the snow seemed to be black.

The endless sky is like a huge gray pot upside down, and it seems that there is a giant standing hazy in the depths of the firmament, and his hands are faintly brewing a suffocating law of heaven and earth that makes people almost suppress, firmly controlling everyone's fate.

What is life?

Perhaps, life is just a trace under the laws of heaven and earth, as long as the laws of heaven and earth operate, life will have no strength to disobey and rebel, and it will dissipate helplessly.

Perhaps, life has always been a kind of helplessness.

Sitting on the rocks by the stream, Meng stretched out his hands and picked up a handful of clear water, the water was cold, but it did not hinder its nature of seeing the stitches, and it flowed quickly between the fingers, and soon only a little remained in the sunken palm.

Classmate Meng looked at his palms in a daze, as if he was stupid.

Life, isn't it, it's the same, no matter how hard you try, always, there are some people and some things, it's hard to keep?

A light footstep suddenly sounded behind him, and after a while, Yao Yan's body squatted beside him, also looked at his hand, and couldn't help but say, "Sanshao, what are you thinking?"

Meng turned his palm over, and all the water in his hand fell completely.

His eyes lit up suddenly. In life, not only some people and things cannot be kept, but can even be completely wiped out!

Just like this palm flipping, ruthless and resolute, it completely explains that what you once had can be erased in an instant.

A smile curled up at the corner of Classmate Meng's mouth, and he said softly: "It's so late at night, why haven't you slept yet?"

Yao Yan said: "Wait for you." ”

"Huh?-" Meng was slightly stunned, and wanted to remind her that everyone was an uncle and sister-in-law, so there was no need to say it so ambiguously.

Yao Yan smiled lightly, exhaled like an orchid, and her crisp voice was more like a yellow oriole out of the valley, pleasant to the ear, "Sanshao, you've been driving for most of the day, aren't you tired?"

Meng said: "I'm used to running the rivers and lakes, and I'm used to eating wind and frost, and this bit of suffering is nothing." ”

Yao Yan raised her head, looked at classmate Meng, and said, "Sanshao, are you sleeping with me and feeling embarrassed?"

Meng said: "This, this ......"

This is a headache, for the things between men and women, whether it is the original dream in the middle of the trip, or the dream classmates who have crossed over, they all look very bland, so plain that it is like buying vegetables and cooking in the vegetable market. However, it is bland, not abandoning all the rules, just like a bored local tyrant playing a web game, he can willfully smash gold and silver to improve his combat effectiveness to the realm of casually abusing and killing opponents, but he always has to abide by the rules set by some games.

Fu Gongwei is the eldest brother he admires the most among the three young people, the eldest brother's bones are not cold, and he actually "shares the bed" with his sister-in-law, and its substantive content relationship may be similar to the "cohabitation" relationship between Chinese men and women sharing a house in the new century, but what makes people strange and awkward is not.

Yao Yan raised her face slightly, almost less than a fist away from Classmate Meng's face, and she could clearly feel the faint aroma of wine in her blue musk breath, a smoky and intoxicating smell faintly, very good. She seems to have changed into a famous lobbyist in seconds, trying to correct the social perspective of classmate Meng who has not yet gone out with facts, and said: "Don't they all say, children of the rivers and lakes, pride and indulgence, and informal." I've heard that people on the rivers and lakes, regardless of men, women, and children, sleep together most of the time when they get together. ”

Meng had a black line on his face and said, "Where did you hear that?"

Yao Yan said: "Mr. Storyteller said it." ”

Meng seemed to be angry, and said, "You tell me, which storyteller said it, and I'll tie a knot on his tongue." ”

Yao Yan was silent for a while, and said quietly: "Sanshao, do you plan to stay here every night?"

Meng said, "It doesn't matter. The environment here is elegant and the air is fresh, and it is a very good place. ”

Yao Yan said: "If that's the case, I'll just say goodbye to Brother Qin and them tomorrow." ”

Classmate Meng frowned slightly, and said, "Sister-in-law, this village is good, I just observed around, except that the transportation is not convenient enough, it is very suitable for cultivation." Other places, for a while, are not so easy to find. ”

Yao Yan said: "I don't care, anyway, I can't bear to let you be so tossed that you don't even have a place to sleep." Moreover, Sanshao, unless we can put on our wings and fly out of this area, otherwise, it is all this custom, you all run outside to blow the northwest wind. ”

Meng's brows were even deeper, because what Yao Yan said was the truth, unless they could find an inn - however, once they lived in the inn for too long, it would definitely attract the attention of the local security authorities, and it was necessary to ask about the six doors at intervals.

At this time, Meng has already hidden himself behind the scenes, and the game has turned from light to dark, so he is naturally unwilling to turn the organized plan steps into a wasted moment in an instant.

Suddenly, classmate Meng's head was so big, he had to say weakly: "Sister-in-law, how can you be like this?"

Yao Yan smiled mischievously and said, "You just know, I'm like this, what's wrong?"

Actually, Meng was very happy to see her smile, after all, since he rescued her, he hadn't seen her really smile happily. Thinking like this, classmate Meng was also relieved, and said, "Sister-in-law, you go to sleep first, I'll wait." ”

"Nope. Yao Yan shook her head very firmly, "I want you to go back with me, I want to sleep with you." ”

Meng said: "Forehead......"