When Wen Kexing said that he could do it, he put that big stone, and his name was to slowly write the epitaph to Father Long. It was really "slow", just like embroidery, so many words were engraved in a day. You have to look up and look left and right. You have to rhyme and style well. You have to take a few steps back after you finish writing, enjoy it yourself, carry your hands on your back, shake your head, and treat yourself as if Li Du is alive.

Looking at the content again, it is literally a thousand words away, three papers can't see a donkey hair, and it is free to play at will. Even Zhang Chengling looked at it and felt that senior Wen was too focused when he wrote this epitaph. Long seniors have forgotten.

Zhou Zishu was drifting in the rivers and lakes when he was young. He always had rough skin and thick meat to fight stubbornness. After two days of sickness and crookedness, he jumped up alive and tossed Zhang Chengling in the small courtyard of this villa and walked through the wall, suffering. It was unspeakable, but the young man dared not have half a complaint, lest his master say that he was hurt and wanted to leave.

But probably this winter was too cold, even Shuzhong was frozen, people and animals were a little lazy, and Zhou Zishu really forgot to leave this thing.

After Laba, after a small year, although this big Zhuangzi has only three people, it is still lively and lively.

On that day, Zhou Zishu shrank for a long time in the arms of Wen Kexing, so that the second day of Wen Kexing was a little sincere and horrified-he knew that if he was hurt, he would definitely suffer, but he did n’t know that he would suffer such a great crime. When he got up, he regarded Zhou Zishu as a porcelain man, and he didn't dare to mess with him manually.

But who knows, he watched with sincerity for two days, and found that this week the porcelain was almost heartless and heartless. He was a man who did n’t remember to eat or beat. Every day dawned, and the pain passed, and he seemed to forget his claws. Generally, you should be joking and joking. You should scold your mother and scold your mother. You can wash your face and wash your face. At breakfast, you can continue to play like a flying god.

I knew in my heart that some people aren't born with a delicate life. It is better to be sorry for a pig than to be sorry for him.

When Long Xiao was there, villagers from the mountain came up with supplies every month. He was very cautious, he only controlled Qiang to give things and did not see anyone.

It's almost New Year's Day. Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing studied it for most of the day. During the two rounds, the two of them had four or five different nicknames with the theme of "waste" and different appearances. I was not listening to everyone's words either, so Lord Wen Gu had to condescend to hold the map and fumble to pick up the New Year's goods.

A group of honest villagers always saw only dummies. This time suddenly they saw a flesh and blood, and the sky descended to the sight of them. They thought that the **** had finally descended, and they worshiped at the back of his meritorious deeds. Worship again.

The three of them happily packed and waited for the New Year.

What is Chinese New Year? The people worked hard for a whole year, they did n’t want to eat, they did n’t want to wear it, I hoped that God would leave a meal, I hope that the world will be peaceful and safe, I hope that the family will come back and reunite in the end-it is not easy to live, I hope However, my heart is not injustice, but it has been so for thousands of years, and this grievance has settled into the bones, no longer showing the mountains and the water.

Only on the day of the New Year, suddenly let go, put a few firecrackers crackling, make a big move, and take out the things you don't want to eat.

Even if Kaichun then tightens his belt. Looking forward to such a replay throughout the year, even if it is too poor to clang, as long as there is a family, this night is to be photographed.

Master Wen Gu did not expect that he had one day to handle the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner in his lifetime. Zhang Chengling was a young master. Although he tried to express his filial piety, he was clumsy, but he couldn't handle it. As for Zhou Zishu, the former Uncle, still uncle now.

Wen Kexing felt that this matter was very memorable, so he took a lot of thought and was so busy that he first instructed Zhang Chengling: "Little ghost, kill the chicken."

Zhang Chengling froze, looked at the murmuring chicken, pointed to himself, and said, "Senior, I ... Zai ... it?"

Wen Kexing said funnyly, "Will it be able to kill you? Go ahead, the chicken must be stewed early, and it will take a long time to taste."

Zhang Chengling took the knife in trembling, walked lamely, and gathered courage. He raised his hands, closed his eyes with a gritted tooth, and then hacked down. The chicken fluttered aside and hid away, snarling his neck. Screaming, quite meant to fight him to the end.

Zhang Chengling carefully took a step forward, boldly reached out and grabbed, the chicken saw that he was strong and strong, jumped very fiercely, pecked down at his hand, Zhang Chengling was frightened and quickly retracted his hand, and the chicken had to go in. , Step by step, one person and one bird do not know who is going to kill who, so they whispered in the small yard, crying and screaming.

Zhou Zishu drew a piece of grass, squatted at the kitchen door, and watched it very joyfully. When Wen Kexing saw him idle, he stretched out his toes and nodded him, and instructed: "Bull knife, go and kill the chicken. "

Zhou Zishu raised an eyebrow and glanced at him, only listening to Zhang Chengling yelling, "Master, help!"

So Uncle Zhou finally said nothing, and obediently killed the chicken. He killed Lisuo and slaughtered the animals. The rooster fighter finally withered in his hands, and he did not even have the last words to die. Zhou Zishu's effort to open his stomach was even more remarkable. After a while, he cleaned up the chicken, washed his hands and turned around, and was doing nothing.

Wen Kexing looked at his finished product and felt that he was very virtuous, and then chopped the vegetables while directing: "Give me the fire in the stove."

Standing next to the cooktop, there was a cricket, with his head lowered and unshakeable. It can be seen that these things are not done by people in weekdays. Zhou Zishu picked up and set it aside, only listening to Wen Kexing I did not forget to take the time to make a joke and said, "The unfilial son of the dragon is really too ignorant to enjoy. If he eats, he must eat it with his own hands. "

He gave Zhou Zishu a wink and said, "When you taste it at night, you can eat it."

Zhou Zishu ignored it, squatting on the ground and studying the cooktop like an enemy, clumsily picking up the fire tongs, reaching out to hold it, how could I feel awkward, then changed the position to hold it, and researched it repeatedly. Several times.

Wen Kexing waited for a long time and didn't move. He tilted his head and couldn't help but said, "Okay, what's the power of you and it looking at each other with affection? Quickly start a fire."

Zhou Zishu had done this kind of thing, and took a large bundle of firewood to take it for granted. He pushed it in, tilted his head and looked at it. Seeing that it was not filled, he thought it would be troublesome to add more firewood later. Thinking of doing it once and for all, he held another bundle, stuffed it in a brain, and nodded.

This was incredible. The fire didn't see a few stars. The black smoke came out first. He hid quickly, took a big step back with his fire tongs, and stared at the stove in confusion. Come over to rescue, chop out more than half of Chai He, turn your head and cough twice, and say, "Ancestral, you want to burn the house?"

For a moment, Zhou Zishu dumbfounded and judged with a word and pretended to understand: "This wood is not good, the smoke is so big, it is probably too wet."

Wen Kexing also burst into tears and asked to go out, with Zhang Chengling's big eyes and small eyes, waiting to eat.

When the sky was getting dark, Wen Kexing prepared this big table for the big New Year's Eve dinner, and it became colder and colder outside. The northwest wind blew the window sash "stop", and there were several small stoves in the room. However, it was steaming, the wine was warming, and the aroma gradually came out. Zhang Chengling followed the dishes with joy, and sat down, feeling like he was fascinated by the heat.

He thought that he would never have a home again in this life, and he was destined to be displaced in this life. Who knew that he could still have such a decent year, he felt that most of his grievances had dispersed, and looked at Zhou Zishu with a jerk. Looking at Wen Kexing, I thought this would be an eye-opener.

Zhou Zi Shuping made a good wine. He smelled the maggots when he smelled the taste. He poured himself a cup, lowered his eyes, and smelled it for a while, then took a sip, only the wine made by the farmer. It is not a famous product, but it contains a scent of indescribable fragrance, which melts on the tip of the tongue, and keeps all the internal organs warm and comfortable.

He remembered that at this time in previous years, the capital was the most lively, there was a night market, and Wang Yuehe sang on the moon, Jin Wu could n’t help but the bustling life, but the glass of fine wine for decades in that glass seemed to be stained with butter The same qi, drinking in the mouth, and always thinking about other things in my heart, then tasteless, no such fragrance.

Suddenly a pair of chopsticks was inserted into the bowl, and some dishes were given to him. Zhou Zishu looked up suddenly and saw Wen Kexing, who has always been unscrupulous and unhappy, looked at him with a soft smile and said, "Eat, drunkard."

He felt as if there was a string in his heart that was slightly flicked.

I saw Wen Kexing suddenly sighed and said with emotion: "This is really the year I have had the most like in my life."

Zhang Chengling did not know where he was sacred, but just listened in fog, only to Wen Kexing and then said, "In previous years, today, it was just dealing with a bunch of people who were flattering or bad-hearted, and then two with Gu Xiang, Like that, after drinking a few glasses of wine, and having nothing to say to her, she spent another year in trouble. "

He shook his head: "Without a home, how many years will it take? It's boring to ask for yourself."

In Zhang Chengling's eyes, this senior Wen immediately became a poor man with a bleak life, and felt sympathy in his heart. Zhou Zishu looked at him with a smile and said, "What about your red ... blue-eyed confidant?"

Wen Kexing said: "One pays to get drunk, and one laughs and sells himself. What is it like? Ah Su, good Chinese New Year, don't be jealous."

Zhou Zishu very much wanted to use wine to splash him. In the end, he couldn't bear it, hesitated again and again, and poured it into his mouth.

After having a hot dinner, Zhang Chengling pulled out a firecracker without knowing where he was, and then put it in the yard. It was booming and the firecrackers were young. He was like a careless teenager and laughed. .

Zhou Zishu was sitting on the steps, and the cup kept burning. Wen Kexing also sat down and caught his hands to grab his wine glass. He smiled at him squinting, and deliberately found the place where his lips had just touched, leaving the rest. I drank half a glass of wine and licked it at the end.

Zhou Zishu turned his head away from looking at him, but felt that his ears were a little hot, and Wen Kexing held his hand with a smile, and pulled it into his arms to keep warm.

I feel that this year has been the fastest one in my life.

When Wen Kexing said that he could do it, he put that big stone, and his name was to slowly write the epitaph to Father Long. It was really "slow", just like embroidery, so many words were engraved in a day. You have to look up and look left and right. You have to rhyme and style well. You have to take a few steps back after you finish writing, enjoy it yourself, carry your hands on your back, shake your head, and treat yourself as if Li Du is alive.

Looking at the content again, it is literally a thousand words away, three papers can't see a donkey hair, and it is free to play at will. Even Zhang Chengling looked at it and felt that senior Wen was too focused when he wrote this epitaph. Long seniors have forgotten.

Zhou Zishu was drifting in the rivers and lakes when he was young. He always had rough skin and thick meat to fight stubbornness. After two days of sickness and crookedness, he jumped up alive and tossed Zhang Chengling in the small courtyard of this villa and walked through the wall, suffering. It was unspeakable, but the young man dared not have half a complaint, lest his master say that he was hurt and wanted to leave.

But probably this winter was too cold, even Shuzhong was frozen, people and animals were a little lazy, and Zhou Zishu really forgot to leave this thing.

After Laba, after a small year, although this big Zhuangzi has only three people, it is still lively and lively.

On that day, Zhou Zishu shrank for a long time in the arms of Wen Kexing, so that the second day of Wen Kexing was a little sincere and horrified-he knew that if he was hurt, he would definitely suffer, but he did n’t know that he would suffer such a great crime. When he got up, he regarded Zhou Zishu as a porcelain man, and he didn't dare to mess with him manually.

But who knows, he watched with sincerity for two days, and found that this week the porcelain was almost heartless and heartless. He was a man who did n’t remember to eat or beat. Every day dawned, and the pain passed, and he seemed to forget his claws. Generally, you should be joking and joking. You should scold your mother and scold your mother. You can wash your face and wash your face. At breakfast, you can continue to play like a flying god.

I knew in my heart that some people aren't born with a delicate life. It is better to be sorry for a pig than to be sorry for him.

When Long Xiao was there, villagers from the mountain came up with supplies every month. He was very cautious, he only controlled Qiang to give things and did not see anyone.

It's almost New Year's Day. Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing studied it for most of the day. During the two rounds, the two of them had four or five different nicknames with the theme of "waste" and different appearances. I was not listening to everyone's words either, so Lord Wen Gu had to condescend to hold the map and fumble to pick up the New Year's goods.

A group of honest villagers always saw only dummies. This time suddenly they saw a flesh and blood, and the sky descended to the sight of them. They thought that the **** had finally descended, and they worshiped at the back of his meritorious deeds. Worship again.

The three of them happily packed and waited for the New Year.

What is Chinese New Year? The people worked hard for a whole year, they did n’t want to eat, they did n’t want to wear it, I hoped that God would leave a meal, I hope that the world will be peaceful and safe, I hope that the family will come back and reunite in the end-it is not easy to live, I hope However, my heart is not injustice, but it has been so for thousands of years, and this grievance has settled into the bones, no longer showing the mountains and the water.

Only on the day of the New Year, suddenly let go, put a few firecrackers crackling, make a big move, and take out the things you don't want to eat.

Even if Kaichun then tightens his belt. Looking forward to such a replay throughout the year, even if it is too poor to clang, as long as there is a family, this night is to be photographed.

Master Wen Gu did not expect that he had one day to handle the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner in his lifetime. Zhang Chengling was a young master. Although he tried to express his filial piety, he was clumsy, but he couldn't handle it. As for Zhou Zishu, the former Uncle, still uncle now.

Wen Kexing felt that this matter was very memorable, so he took a lot of thought and was so busy that he first instructed Zhang Chengling: "Little ghost, kill the chicken."

Zhang Chengling froze, looked at the murmuring chicken, pointed to himself, and said, "Senior, I ... Zai ... it?"

Wen Kexing said funnyly, "Will it be able to kill you? Go ahead, the chicken must be stewed early, and it will take a long time to taste."

Zhang Chengling took the knife in trembling, walked lamely, and gathered courage. He raised his hands, closed his eyes with a gritted tooth, and then hacked down. The chicken fluttered aside and hid away, snarling his neck. Screaming, quite meant to fight him to the end.

Zhang Chengling carefully took a step forward, boldly reached out and grabbed, the chicken saw that he was strong and strong, jumped very fiercely, pecked down at his hand, Zhang Chengling was frightened and quickly retracted his hand, and the chicken had to go in. , Step by step, one person and one bird do not know who is going to kill who, so they whispered in the small yard, crying and screaming.

Zhou Zishu drew a piece of grass, squatted at the kitchen door, and watched it very joyfully. When Wen Kexing saw him idle, he stretched out his toes and nodded him, and instructed: "Bull knife, go and kill the chicken. "

Zhou Zishu raised an eyebrow and glanced at him, only listening to Zhang Chengling yelling, "Master, help!"

So Uncle Zhou finally said nothing, and obediently killed the chicken. He killed Lisuo and slaughtered the animals. The rooster fighter finally withered in his hands, and he did not even have the last words to die. Zhou Zishu's effort to open his stomach was even more remarkable. After a while, he cleaned up the chicken, washed his hands and turned around, and was doing nothing.

Wen Kexing looked at his finished product and felt that he was very virtuous, and then chopped the vegetables while directing: "Give me the fire in the stove."

Standing next to the cooktop, there was a cricket, with his head lowered and unshakeable. It can be seen that these things are not done by people in weekdays. Zhou Zishu picked up and set it aside, only listening to Wen Kexing I did not forget to take the time to make a joke and said, "The unfilial son of the dragon is really too ignorant to enjoy. If he eats, he must eat it with his own hands. "

He gave Zhou Zishu a wink and said, "When you taste it at night, you can eat it."

Zhou Zishu ignored it, squatting on the ground and studying the cooktop like an enemy, clumsily picking up the fire tongs, reaching out to hold it, how could I feel awkward, then changed the position to hold it, and researched it repeatedly. Several times.

Wen Kexing waited for a long time and didn't move. He tilted his head and couldn't help but said, "Okay, what's the power of you and it looking at each other with affection? Quickly start a fire."

Zhou Zishu had done this kind of thing, and took a large bundle of firewood to take it for granted. He pushed it in, tilted his head and looked at it. Seeing that it was not filled, he thought it would be troublesome to add more firewood later. Thinking of doing it once and for all, he held another bundle, stuffed it in a brain, and nodded.

This was incredible. The fire didn't see a few stars. The black smoke came out first. He hid quickly, took a big step back with his fire tongs, and stared at the stove in confusion. Come over to rescue, chop out more than half of Chai He, turn your head and cough twice, and say, "Ancestral, you want to burn the house?"

For a moment, Zhou Zishu dumbfounded and judged with a word and pretended to understand: "This wood is not good, the smoke is so big, it is probably too wet."

Wen Kexing also burst into tears and asked to go out, with Zhang Chengling's big eyes and small eyes, waiting to eat.

When the sky was getting dark, Wen Kexing prepared this big table for the big New Year's Eve dinner, and it became colder and colder outside. The northwest wind blew the window sash "stop", and there were several small stoves in the room. However, it was steaming, the wine was warming, and the aroma gradually came out. Zhang Chengling followed the dishes with joy, and sat down, feeling like he was fascinated by the heat.

He thought that he would never have a home again in this life, and he was destined to be displaced in this life. Who knew that he could still have such a decent year, he felt that most of his grievances had dispersed, and looked at Zhou Zishu with a jerk. Looking at Wen Kexing, I thought this would be an eye-opener.

Zhou Zi Shuping made a good wine. He smelled the maggots when he smelled the taste. He poured himself a cup, lowered his eyes, and smelled it for a while, then took a sip, only the wine made by the farmer. It is not a famous product, but it contains a scent of indescribable fragrance, which melts on the tip of the tongue, and keeps all the internal organs warm and comfortable.

He remembered that at this time in previous years, the capital was the most lively, there was a night market, and Wang Yuehe sang on the moon, Jin Wu could n’t help but the bustling life, but the glass of fine wine for decades in that glass seemed to be stained with butter The same qi, drinking in the mouth, and always thinking about other things in my heart, then tasteless, no such fragrance.

Suddenly a pair of chopsticks was inserted into the bowl, and some dishes were given to him. Zhou Zishu looked up suddenly and saw Wen Kexing, who has always been unscrupulous and unhappy, looked at him with a soft smile and said, "Eat, drunkard."

He felt as if there was a string in his heart that was slightly flicked.

I saw Wen Kexing suddenly sighed and said with emotion: "This is really the year I have had the most like in my life."

Zhang Chengling did not know where he was sacred, but just listened in fog, only to Wen Kexing and then said, "In previous years, today, it was just dealing with a bunch of people who were flattering or bad-hearted, and then two with Gu Xiang, Like that, after drinking a few glasses of wine, and having nothing to say to her, she spent another year in trouble. "

He shook his head: "Without a home, how many years will it take? It's boring to ask for yourself."

In Zhang Chengling's eyes, this senior Wen immediately became a poor man with a bleak life, and felt sympathy in his heart. Zhou Zishu looked at him with a smile and said, "What about your red ... blue-eyed confidant?"

Wen Kexing said: "One pays to get drunk, and one laughs and sells himself. What is it like? Ah Su, good Chinese New Year, don't be jealous."

Zhou Zishu very much wanted to use wine to splash him. In the end, he couldn't bear it, hesitated again and again, and poured it into his mouth.

After having a hot dinner, Zhang Chengling pulled out a firecracker without knowing where he was, and then put it in the yard. It was booming and the firecrackers were young. He was like a careless teenager and laughed. .

Zhou Zishu was sitting on the steps, and the cup kept burning. Wen Kexing also sat down and caught his hands to grab his wine glass. He smiled at him squinting, and deliberately found the place where his lips had just touched, leaving the rest. I drank half a glass of wine and licked it at the end.

Zhou Zishu turned his head away from looking at him, but felt that his ears were a little hot, and Wen Kexing held his hand with a smile, and pulled it into his arms to keep warm.

I feel that this year has been the fastest one in my life.