When he woke up, Fang Yin had grown up.

The warm and bright sunlight poked in lazily, leaning against the doorframe and looking lazily at the same lazy people on the pyre, everything seemed so quiet and leisurely. This mountain, this peak, this house, this person, this world, this heaven and earth, this moon and stars, two years have passed, and nothing seems to have changed, only the deep and shallow nicks on the door frame one after another, in the intertwined light and shadow of the flying dust, it seems so eye-catching.

And those, it doesn't matter anymore.

"Waking up from a dream is really an illusion, a dream is a dream, the flowers are still blooming, and it's another spring. Daoist Fang stretched and yawned, got up and shook his head and walked out the door.

Look, this can be a poem!

"Brother Dao, can you sleep last night?"

Su Dao Chang glanced at him and walked away quickly with the medicine basket on his back.

"Hey, he's jealous! Boss, Boss-" Thinking back to the moment when he passed by, Fang Yin smiled and shook his head, and went to fetch water to wash. Looking up in the past, now side by side, all the changes seem to have happened overnight! All this came so quickly, so violently, so suddenly, it is no wonder that Daoist Fang sighed with emotion and had a long aftertaste. It's no wonder that the chief of the Su Dao left in a hurry and didn't look back.

Time is like a river, when the light flows away like water, and when you look back, you will find that there is not much to come. The passionate and magnificent days are gone, and all that remains is the slowly flowing tiredness and bitterness, turning into a deep sigh, helplessly returning to the last silent fate-

I, what have I left behind.

Su Lao Dao is still old, although his appearance has not changed, although he has not many wrinkles, but old is old. When he stood in front of Daoist Fang. The young man turned into a young man overnight, and the fledgling flew into the sky with its wings spread, and when he looked at all this, Su Lao Dao could only say that he was old, so old that his teeth were about to fall out, and he was so old that he couldn't speak, and he was so old that he couldn't fly: "Hey! It's really pitiful!" Fang Daoist sighed, lifted the bucket and poured a basin of water.

The water was clear and cool, the waves were swaying, and a distorted face was reflected in the wooden basin.

You see! How handsome, how beautiful, how chic and extraordinary! You see that the nose is the nose, the mouth is the mouth, the eyebrows are the eyebrows, and the eyes are the eyes, this is clearly a flower and the moon, and the so-called sinking fish and geese and closing the moon and shy flowers must be like this! Daoist Fang took out a wooden comb, combed his long hair carefully against the wooden basin, and sometimes stared at his reflection in the water, smiling slightly, and couldn't bear to leave for a long time.

Scratching his head and posing, Gu Ying felt sorry for himself, this is the homework that Daoist Fang must do after waking up, every day is like this. Of course, pretentiousness and cherishing feathers are also common problems at this age, just like a young male peacock, with a long and beautiful majestic and spirited tail, he wants to take it out to show off if you don't let him take it out to show off, then it is better to let him die. Eighteen girls, a flower, a flower--

The reflection in the water gradually changed, into another person, into another face, into another long hair. It wasn't a horsetail, the horse's tail grew up, and the horse's tail turned into waist-length hair. Who is she? Her appearance is more handsome and beautiful than Fang Ying, her age is greater than Fang Eighteen, her charm makes Fang Daoist fall under her skirt, she is, she is, she is still a ponytail, she is not called a ponytail, she is Yuan Yan'er, she can't be called Yuan Yan'er, she is Boss Fang's sweetheart, he is the goddess in Fang Yin's dream, she is the number one beauty in the world, her name has to be called and can only be called-

You.

"You, are you okay? I haven't seen you for a long time, do you know, I, I am, how much, I think, hey!" Hey, washing your face after waking up and thinking about your sweetheart is also one of the homework that Daoist Fang must do every day. Yes, that's the case, that person is the world's number one beauty, this person is the world's second greatest beauty, so how beautiful is the best of both worlds, wrong and wrong, in the eyes of Daoist Fang, the sweetheart is the world's number one beauty, and his infatuation is the world's number one handsome guy, although he is ranked behind, the heart is the same, beauty!

Looking at the sky, the wind is light and light.

Fang Yin pulled up his long hair and slowly tied a hairpin on the top of his head.

Where is the spring, the spring is here, the boundless spring is in the corners of the eyes, in the heart, in the infatuated waiting. The spring is boundless, looking through the autumn water, but I don't see the Yiren, I don't see the spring flowers and the autumn moon, and I don't see the heart-pounding goose yellow. Yes, she loves the color, she loves the color, she loves the spring and the joy of autumn. Yes, Fang Yin also loves that color, that bright and beautiful goose yellow, that is her color, that is the warm color when she sleeps and wakes up at night: "My love, do you know, I-"

"Ahh The eighth brother is not sensible, but the eighth brother is also old, and the eighth brother's feathers are messy and weak, bringing a heavy color to this bright spring. Eighth brother and eighth brother, don't you feel bored? Starling and starling, do you know what you are talking about? Eighth brother, starling, you old bird, you have to learn the old way.

Come and be jealous of me, too?

The sunset belongs to you, and you say that it is me, and you can take away the glorious years of the past, don't sigh, don't be lost, because the brilliant and beautiful glory of the future will definitely belong to me now! Thinking wildly, chanting a few times sentimentally, Daoist Fang Yin went on the road in high spirits, with full joy, with a lot of sense of achievement, with great eagerness and a beautiful vision for the future, on the road, on the road! There is also a crossbow, and a burden, and a long hair hanging down from the forehead, so that the wind sways lightly and sometimes blocks the eyes and covers the road ahead.

That's deliberate.,It's said that it's more chic and has a melancholy temperament.,So that's it.,It's a must!

Of course, going out to hunt is also a must, no matter how beautiful the wind and snow are, no matter how good it is, it can't be eaten as a meal, and no matter how much tenderness and sweetness you have to sit down, you can't fill your stomach. What's more, the merry genius's mouth is getting more and more tricky now, and he can't swallow ordinary white rice porridge and the like. Those who don't even have to think about it. There are all kinds of birds and beasts in the mountains, and the condiments and spices in the baggage are also readily available, coupled with the sophisticated equipment of the Fang hunter and the superb hand-broken, catch two of them and roast them, tsk! By the way, I haven't said yet, Daoist Fang's cooking skills are getting higher and higher, and the food he makes is called an authentic, even the extremely picky boss is also praised and admired! This is talent, the blue is better than the blue, and Chef Fang's talent in cooking is also first-class, genius, no matter what he does, it is also-

He is especially good at barbecue.

Without further ado, the time is just right and the weather is good!

Let's go!

In the secluded and gloomy mountain forest, there was a sudden strange sound, cooing, chirping, whining, like a beast crying, like a bird's song, and like a demon walking in the dark night, it sounded so creepy and amazing! There was a great chaos, and a brocade pheasant fluttered its wings and flew up in the branches and leaves, and its long tail was particularly bright and pleasant in the clear sky: "Coo-coo!"

Look at the top of the belly, there is a small crossbow.

He's dead.

It's your freedom to come out and pretend to be a phoenix, but if you dare to show off your feathers in front of a male peacock, that's your fault! A little monkey squeaked and rushed up, picking up the dead chicken is a burst of wild scratching, for a while the dust is flying, the chicken feathers are flying, the scene looks more terrifying: "One hundred and eight! Silence, hurry up!" The little monkey was stunned when he heard the sound, and then he held the dead chicken in his arms, looked at it vigilantly left and right, and jumped out suddenly!

The mountains and forests returned to silence, and one person walked.

There are monkeys moving from time to time on the trees in the forest on the left and right, like shadows, and one by one they hold their voices and are as quiet as if they are facing a great enemy!

One hundred and eight walked behind with his head held high, looking like a little henchman.

One hundred and eight is a small monkey, and the youngest monkey in this team.

One hundred and eight is only two years old.

One hundred and eight looked at the king in front of him with extremely awe-struck and supreme worship, squeaked and chirped twice, and then stopped and gasped: "Hey! One hundred and eight, you are really good at playing tricks." The king shook his head and smiled, bent down to pick up the little monkey, touched the little head, and walked forward in a dashing manner: "Squeak! squeak!" The little monkey looked at the loving eyes of the nose and mouth, breathed the warm and intoxicating breath on his chest, and was in a trance in the clouds for a while: "Squeak! squeak!"

What can the little monkey say to such a great king who has the means to reach the sky, to such a graceful monkey, to such a god who treats one hundred and eight like a strict father and mother? The little monkey can only be coquettish and flattering in his arms: "Squeak!" One hundred and eight scratched his head, curiously looking at the dead thing with dishonorable feathers, looking at the limp and weak hanging neck, looking at the pair of small and dim eyes: "Squeak!" One hundred and eight did not understand why it wanted to offend the king. What a good and kind king the king was! Strange and strange, why were his eyes open, and what a glorious thing it was to die at the hands of a wise and mighty king!

The pheasant is dead.

There was another loud bang, and a gray sheep flew through the bushes like an arrow, and fled quickly: "Medium!"

No matter how fast your legs and feet are, how can you catch the arrow in my hand! The king raised his arm and shot an arrow lightly, and the sheep fell to the ground one by one when the arrow broke through the air, and looked embarrassed: "Squeak! Squeak!" One hundred and eight scratched his ears and cheeks and shouted with joy, and suddenly his legs flew out! There was a flutter, and the dead chicken fell to the ground: "Squeak! Chirp!" One hundred and eight stood in front and pointed and shouted, looking eager and frightened! The sheep ran away, and there was an arrow stuck in the sheep's buttocks, and it had long since disappeared.

The king sighed and looked at the bow and crossbow in his hand: "One hundred and eight, you don't have to worry, it can't run away." The little monkey seemed to understand, and when he saw that the king was no longer screaming, he looked thoughtful. In the distance, there was a loud squeak, and a group of monkeys and monkeys were going to work together to surround and intercept them, and a gray goat with an arrow in its butt ran back in a panic! Yes, one hundred and eight, do you know why you are called one hundred and eight? Because you have a good king who can do arithmetic, because you have a group of good brothers with nimble minds, because you are a lucky monkey, and you have met from the day you were born.

He.

In the middle of a grove, under a large tree, a group of monkeys danced happily around a fire, grinning and happily. The thick fragrance wafted in, wafted away, wafted through the nose, and drifted into the heart. It was a stimulus, it was a strong stimulus, the scorching temperature and the alluring taste, the monkeys were dizzy and squeaky and squeaky and jumping wildly, and they were almost crazy with fun! This group of monkeys is not afraid of fire but also for fun, this group of monkeys want to eat meat and eat cooked food, this is a group of very different monkeys, just because they have a very smart and good leader, so that the innate surname becomes more arrogant, and happy!

What is the habit? What is the surname Xi? The power of example is endless!

"One hundred and eight, come, you eat first. ”

One hundred and eight grabbed a chicken paw and sat on the ground and happily nibbled on it. A group of monkeys gathered around and watched one hundred and eight, and they all envied it. I can't help it, don't look at him as small, but the king loves him the most, and that's love, pampering, and even doting, so the status of one hundred and eight is actually very high! But it's said that it's the second-in-command! Why? Why? Why does the king always spoil him like that? What a jealousy it is? Hey, is this what the legend says?

Fate?

The monkeys began to think, the monkeys thought so, but the monkeys still stayed where they were, because although one hundred and eight ate and drank and enjoyed the success of it, the other monkeys had great opinions, but none of the monkeys dared to go over and fight for it, because it was the smallest, and the monkey brothers and sisters and the monkey elders had to let it, because there was no reason, because it had a boss that no one could mess with from the day it was born, and it was still-

He.

Boss Fang tore off a piece of chicken thigh, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, looking at the naughty and weak little monkey with even more pity, just like looking at it back then. This can't be said, if you continue to talk about it, Boss Fang will be angry, and the consequences of Boss Fang's anger are very serious, every monkey present is deeply aware of it and dare not offend him in the slightest! Can't say, absolutely can't say, at least the pain of being hit by an arrow in the ass is not something that everyone can bear, so you must wait obediently: "Plop!"

After a loud bang, half a piece of golden roast goat with shiny oil fell to the ground! The monkeys swarmed up, you fought for me, tore and bitten, and squeaked and rolled together, and for a moment the dust flew and the sound shook the valley! It was delicious! It was delicious! It was delicious! It was extremely delicious, and the king was indeed worthy of being the king! The king was not only good at craft, but also generous and generous, and followed the king to have meat to eat, and meat to eat! Boss Fang was holding a roast leg of lamb and eating it with satisfaction, one hundred and eight was happily eating with a chicken leg, and the monkeys snatched up half of the cooked sheep, and each waited for the next round of rewards.

Why do you serve? Why do you work hard? The magic of temptation is irresistible!

What a group of clever monkeys this is, life is just a dream, and what do you ask him to be? Life is also a play, how is it lame? How is it wonderful? How about being touching and touching? Why not be an idle cloud and wild crane here, and forget your feelings in the mountains and rivers, not to mention you. I'm waiting for you, you know? The stars and the moon are as happy as fairies, not as bright as the black light on the bright goose yellow, and the few points of the water-cut eyes, the veins.

It's going to get drunk!

Boss Fang picked up the wine jug, took a sip, and enjoyed himself drunk.

Expectation, anticipation, anticipation, what a happy expectation!

Drunk eyes and hazy eyes look at the horizon, look at the road on the horizon, that is the road when you came, that is the road in my heart, that is the sweetness that you and I have walked together.

There is no you, me and him on the road, and there is only one horse in the sky.

Over there, Qingyun stood arrogantly on the cliff, looking quietly with big black eyes;