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Xue Jinnan, the grandson, also likes to eat beef noodles, and because the place where this guy lives is very dirty, he often itches all over his body.

Under Fisherchun's men, there was a young man named Huo Leti.

This man is a doctor, but because he is smart, he has a good relationship with the treasurers under Fisherchun.

Therefore, these people promoted that Holetti to be a medical officer in the army.

At the same time, that Huo Leti began to write and speak.

Such a person, he didn't have time to deal with that Xue Jinnan.

However, when Xue Jinnan opened a medical clinic before, this guy once provided a medical plan for this fucker.

So that Xue Jinnan was very satisfied with the ointment that Huo Le Di had configured, and when that Xue Jinnan was itching again, he wrote a letter and asked Huo Le Di to bring some ointment from that Datang North American Administrative Region.

As a result, when that Huo Ledi rushed over from the North American administrative region, that Xue Jinnan actually only had a mere ointment.

For Holoty, that grandson is too much nonsense.

In Datang, there are people who serve Tang Zhangwei, and there are many people who are serving Tang Zhaozong.

Tang Zhaozong has seen a lot of things that are not still people, these people don't know any human feelings, they only know how to consider problems from their own standpoint, these guys often provoke people.

Among them, this Xue Jinnan is too much of a thing.

This guy doesn't know how busy people are, but he only needs such a little thing.

How refreshing! How cool! The dew was falling on the grass, and the lights had just been lit in the small wooden houses on the shore, and the people were driving the herds home. At this time I slipped out of my house quietly to look at my lake, and I often saw God. The fishermen burned a bundle of dead branches at the water's edge, and the light of the fire was reflected in the water from afar, far away. The sky was so cold and blue, and there were bands of fiery red light burning on the horizon, and these bands of light were getting fainter and fainter; The moon is out. The air is so clear that you can hear a frightened bird flapping its wings, or a reed blowing in the breeze, or a fish splashing in the water. A thin layer of transparent, white vapor rises along the blue surface of the water. It was getting dark in the distance, and everything seemed to be sunk in the fog, but everything near me, the boats, the banks, and the islands, were clearly visible, as if carved with a knife. Just by the river, there was a large wooden barrel floating slightly on the water, and I don't know who threw it on the shore and forgot to take it. The yellowed willow branches hung down and wrapped around the reeds, and a seagull that returned late flapped its wings and flew up, plunging into the cold water for a while, and then flapping its wings and disappearing into the fog. I can see it, I can hear it, and I think it's wonderful! But I was a doll, a child! ……

I love autumn so much, especially late autumn, when the crops have been harvested, all the farm work has been done, and in the evening there are already youth gatherings in those little wooden houses, and everyone is already waiting for winter to come. At that time, everything became dark, the sky was overcast, the yellow leaves were spread on the paths at the edge of the bare woods, and the woods turned green and black, especially at night, when the wet fog was thick, and the trees appeared in the fog like giants, like amorphous and terrible ghosts. Sometimes, when you're out playing late, you're left behind, you're walking alone, you're desperately rushing, it's terrible! You yourself will tremble like a leaf, and you will think that soon a terrible person will poke your head out of this hollow. At the same time the wind blew through the woods, rustling and whistling,

Here it comes. You run to the house out of breath; The house is lively and happy; All of our children were assigned a job: peeling peas or poppy seeds. Wet firewood crackled in the stove. Mother watched happily as we worked. The old nanny Uriana tells us about ancient times, or terrible stories about magicians and the dead. We children huddled tightly together with each other, all smiling on our lips. Suddenly we were silent all at once...... Listen! There is a sound! It looks like someone is knocking on the door! There was nothing, it was the humming of old Frolovna's spinning wheel, and we laughed: but then at night we were so frightened that we could not sleep, and had such terrible dreams. Sometimes you wake up, you don't dare to move, you shiver under the covers, and wait until dawn. Coming together in the morning, it was as bright as a small flower. Look out the window: the cold has soaked the fields, the bare branches have hung a thin layer of autumn frost, the lake has a paper-thin layer of ice, a white vapor rises from the lake, and birds are crying happily. The bright sunlight shone on everything around us, tanning the glassy thin ice. The sun is shining, bright and cheerful! The firewood crackled in the stove again, and we all sat down around the samovar, our black dog, Polcon, who was shivering in the cold of the night, looking out of the window and wagging his tail affectionately. There was a peasant who rode a good pony past the window and went into the woods to cut wood. Everyone is so satisfied, so happy...... Alas, what a golden age my childhood was! ……

I was so enchanted with my memories that I burst into tears like a child. I remember everything so vividly, so vividly, everything in the past so vividly appeared in front of my eyes, but everything is so dim and so dark now! …… How will it end, how will it all end? You know, I have a belief that I'm going to die this fall. I was very sick, very sick. I often thought that I would die, but I still didn't want to die like this, lying here in the land. Maybe I'm going to get sick again, just like I did in the spring, but I haven't really recovered. Even now I'm sad. Fedora had been on for the whole day, and I sat here alone. Lately I've been scared that I'm the only one left; My pretty little bird is happy and happy there, and I am happy. But what now! It's not enough for the bad guys to ruin you, another debauched scoundrel is coming to bully you. Because he is arrogant in a tuxedo, because he can look at you through gold-rimmed glasses, this shameless fellow, he can do whatever he wants, and people have to obediently listen to his obscene and shameless words! Come on, is that really the case, pretty old man! But why is this happening? Because you are an orphan, because there is no one to protect you, because you do not have a powerful friend who can give you the support you deserve. yes, who are they, who are those who insult orphans without care?

(End of chapter)

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