I don't need to look at Lu Xi to know. I walked in through an alley, and I went to the place where I chased and ran around when I was a child. The old man and the old lady were sitting or standing at the door, chatting or not chatting, they didn't seem to be there anymore. too old. The big locust tree is still there, the toon tree is still there, the stone piers are still there, there are more chess and card rooms, there are more places to wash hair and feet, and there are more middle-aged people.
I rode the 26 women's car alone and walked out through the main road of Meishi Street, and the lights were smashed all the way.
I have no face to go to the former residence for a walk.
Compared to Fengjie, Dashilar is not bad. After all, it's still there, but it's not good. It's like everyone is eating fried noodles with a knife and fork, and you're holding a steak. It's like everyone is numbing you You are an out of place guy, you are better off dead than alive. You think it's boring, you think you should do something, but after all, you still have a room, after all, you can eat a bowl of fried noodles, hang around for a while, wait for the top to smash your room and lift your bed, You fight with them again.
Too bad you probably won't.
It's a pity that Lin Chong will.
He didn't want to kill, others forced him to kill, and he didn't want to rebel, so he was forced to go to Liangshan. This is still the case for the 800,000 military coaches, not to mention the unarmed ordinary people.
When you have no capital, you can only win your life. Brother Xiao Ma sent a big white rabbit to each of the brothers and went to Yixing to cut people. He said he would come back at night. Sanming held a banquet to catch the wind, watching the waves rushing outside the window. On the table next to him, Pei Gong and Master Guan sat in silence while Yide played games. The little brother didn't come. Because the little brother will definitely not live to the end. After drinking the reunion wine, I went to dig coal. Digging coal can make more money than demolishing houses, but sometimes, it can be regarded as digging one's own grave.
Sanming finally looked back at Fengjie. Between the two unfinished buildings, a rope was hanging high, and someone held a bamboo pole and walked from one end to the other.
The screen is black. Subtitles out. Read white. night run.
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