White as a dream?

A derogatory word, stunned to make him say a positive word.

The little aunt raised her feet, and the rest of her life was busy bracing with her head down.

Thanks to his talent in words, Yu Sheng got into it at a glance, but this study immediately turned his stomach upside down.

Yu Sheng hurriedly collected his gaze, "My stomach, I got the wrong post." ”

Aunt Qing glanced at the post, it was the "Stomachache Post" that she easily did not read for the rest of her life.

Looking at the figure of the rest of her life fleeing in embarrassment, the corners of Aunt Qing's lips rose, "You deserve it." ”

When the thatched house came back, Yu Sheng covered his stomach and went up to the attic again, and said to Aunt Qing, "Let me rest for a while." ”

He sat on the beauty's back, "You said, the person who wrote this note is so immoral, I feel full of malice." ”

"That's right, it's really lacking in morality. Aunt Qing agreed, and couldn't help laughing when she lowered her head and drank tea.

"What are you laughing at?" the rest of his life wondered.

"It's nothing, practice calligraphy well, you must learn home. Aunt Qing said with a smile.

Yu Sheng stood up, rolled up his sleeves and was about to show off his skills, when he caught a glimpse of the sneaky figure of the little old man downstairs.

The little old man looked left and right, then walked to the door of the backyard with the fence attached to it.

It was already dusk, and the sun hung his shadow diagonally on the fence until another figure hung up as well.

Yu Sheng stood on the beauty side and saw that person clearly, it was not someone else, it was Xiaogen who was driving a car in the town.

The two of them squatted in the corner of the wall, and saw the little old man give the little old man a pile of yellow paper, a pile of colorful things, like paper money, and a handful of incense candles.

Not only that, but when Yu Sheng saw Xiaogen leave for a while and come back with a cat, he was holding a paper figure in one hand.

This paper figure is the size of an ordinary person, not a man and a woman, but two big men with tigers and bears, and they are not good at first glance.

The little old man took it, and after asking a few more questions, Yu Sheng saw that Xiao Genzuo suddenly realized and asked the little old man to wait in place, and the person left with a cat's waist.

"What are you looking at?" Aunt Qing saw the beauty standing on tiptoe and looking out when she saw Yu Sheng, afraid that he would plant it.

"The two men were making shady deals in broad daylight. Yu Sheng said.

He saw that Xiaogen had returned, holding a handful of flowers in his hand. Yu Sheng scratched his head, "Sunflower? ”

The little old man took it, reached out and took out a handful of copper coins, counted them and handed them to Xiao Gen, and this unsightly transaction came to an end.

They stood up, satisfied with the deal, and the little old man subconsciously looked up as he turned around.

Yu Sheng hurriedly turned around and hid, and then the whole person staggered to the attic, but this flash was very fast, so that the little old man didn't see anyone.

The little aunt raised her legs, and after unloading the strength of the fall of the rest of her body, she made him fall to the side with a pick.

Yu Sheng stood up unscathed and patted the dust on his body, "You can't lift your noble hand high." ”

"What were you looking at just now?" Aunt Qing asked him.

The rest of his life was also confused, "I don't know what they're doing." ”

This paper man, who sent incense and candles, also said that in the past, it may be that he worshiped his ancestors or two grandsons before the war, but what did he do when he sent sunflowers?

Could it be a sunflower pie token? No, the little old man can't recruit a little junior sister like this.

The Grim Reaper, who worked hard to sell dog food once, once said that there is only one truth.

Thinking of this, my body trembled for the rest of my life, although it was dusk, but love didn't play like this, right?

When the expression of the rest of his life became more evil with his thoughts, Aunt Qing stopped him in time, "Hurry up and practice the words." ”

"Oh. Yu Sheng knew that he couldn't hide, and when he picked up the pen, he said: "The ink is dry." ”

Aunt Qing looked at him with white eyes, sprinkled some water into the inkstone with her hand, and slowly grinded it with ink strips.

"It should be light and heavy, too light and floating, too heavy and coarse. Yu Sheng said as he dipped his pen.

"You're an uncle. Aunt Qing said angrily, "Usually others serve me......"

The little aunt stopped talking, and if she said too much, she would lose.

She saw that the rest of her life was focused on the copybook, which had been changed, and it was no longer the "Stomachache Post".

After being quiet for a moment, after copying a word, Yu Sheng suddenly looked up.

"You say, according to the prescription on the stomach pain sticker, will it not hurt the stomach when you copy the medicine at the same time?"

According to the old man, the "Stomach Pain Post" was written by the descendants of the sage, and it was written that "I suddenly felt a stomachache and wanted to drink a medicine".

"You're a genius. Aunt Qing said.

"yes, I think I'm too smart. The rest of my life put down the pen, "I am very bitter for this......"

Seeing that Aunt Qing's eyebrows couldn't help but raise, she had the intention of beating people at any time, so she lowered her head and continued to practice calligraphy for the rest of her life.

If you don't experience belly pain, how can you understand the expressiveness of the stomach pain post?

It's really a genius, if it is known by the person who sent the post, it will be light.

This time, the rest of his life was completely calm, and the slanting sun fell on half of his body, outlining soft lines.

Aunt Qing sat in the east, looking at the slanting sun and his figure, and the light breeze sent it, making her heart soft and warm.

After the ancient sacred war, although he was left independent and became an immortal, immortality brought only loneliness.

Every time I stand on the Eight Wing Tower and watch the sun set, there is always a kind of loneliness lingering in my heart.

She doesn't feel like this anymore, it's the feeling of being in the company of loved ones.

When the slanting sun fell on his face, he heard the birds of the West Mountain returning to their nests, and thought that it would be quiet all the time, when there was a sudden rumbling sound on the lake.

Yu Sheng was alarmed, and when he heard the sound, he looked up, and saw that at the end of his vision, there was a black thing that had entered the lake from the clouds, and then came out of the lake and jumped up to the clouds.

"So, what is that?" Yu Sheng said in surprise.

Aunt Qing glanced at it, "It's just a dragon, I guess I'm looking for a mirror." ”

She turned around, "You continue to practice calligraphy, it doesn't dare to come." ”

"Oh. Although Yu Sheng agreed, he couldn't help but look at the things in the lake.

He had only seen a dragon on the portrait of the city lord, and he had never seen a real dragon.

Aunt Qing stood in front of him, standing straight with her back to Yu Sheng, her hands behind her back.

The lake breeze blowing from the south ruffled her hair and drove her clothes to flutter.

In the place where he could not see for the rest of his life, in the sky above the attic, a lone cloud suddenly changed shape.

It is slowly stretched out by a mass of cotton, and then transformed into the shape of a sword with a sword bag.

The clouds do not go with the wind, but against the wind, quickly drifting over the lake.

The black thing was still jumping up and down and rushing this way, the distance was getting closer and closer, and the rest of his life even saw the scales refracted.

A Jiao who had just turned into a dragon also dared to be arrogant, Aunt Qing's eyes stared, and the lonely cloud that turned into a sword suddenly shook, the sword bag dispersed, and the sword shadow appeared.

When the cheering and jumping dragon looked up, it saw the clouds, panicked into the water and never came out again, and after a while, the lake was calm again.

I don't know what happened for the rest of my life, and after I didn't see the dragon, I lowered my head and copied it, but I was more curious about this mirror, and now it actually attracted Jiaolong.

It wasn't until the sun received the last rays of sunshine that the rest of his life completed the hundred words, and was put down by Aunt Qing to cook.

It's still a lion's head, but it's only done to the guests, and I don't dare to add a lion's head to the inn's own people's meals.

The only thing that disappointed the fun was the grass, so I could only snatch the rabbit's head to satisfy my hunger.

"I didn't think you had today, did you?" said Cao'er to the rabbit head, and Strange sat next to her, and Liu Liu went home.

Bai Xingxing lit the lights for the inn and brought out the meals one by one for the rest of his life.