Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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But in the lines of the letter, there will always be some sorrows that are not in line with Fan Ruo’s age. I think it should be Kyoto Prefecture. After the death of the great lady, the mother who gave birth to a son is getting more and more arrogant. The little girl is alone in Kyoto. Sinan is busy with her business. Her days may be a little problem.

Picking up the pen, licking some ink, Fan took a moment to think about it and started to reply. In the letter, he wrote very concealed, so that the younger sister first tried to get some time with the Earl of Sinan. The performance in front of his father was soft and lovely, and he would never complain, but he should show his resentment.

The second step is to behave in a very good manner in front of the aunt and a arrogant younger brother. The so-called good deeds are deceived. If you want to be bullied, you must at least show your willingness to resist.

The third step is to be a little better for the people in the family, especially for the aides of the Earl of Steen, to take the pure and innocent eyes and watch the uncle show the means of boredom and admiration.

Then, as little as possible, the current mistress in Kyoto is a little bitter, and then try to let the male owner know about it - any man will have an inexplicable desire to protect, not to mention his own daughter. I believe that under the influence of the surrounding, the Earl of S. Nan will remember that his dead wife has left a daughter for himself.

However, this kind of family wrist also needs mastery. Fan is free to sneak a few words, thinking that if he is smart enough, he should understand his own meaning, but he does not know if he will learn from his previous romance novels. useful.

He waited eagerly for the letter, fearing that he would bring trouble to the eleven-year-old girl.

After two months, Fan Ruoruo’s reply came. I don’t know if these tricks have played a role. Or there is no such thing as a maiden abuse in the Kyoto Prefecture. In short, Fan Xian can clearly see that my sister is very happy recently.

Just in the letter, Fan Ruoru asked inexplicably, why should he be better for the next generation at home. Fan Xian has only come to realize that in such a hierarchical society, not everyone sees the relationship between people as they do. So he went to a letter and told a few small stories to show that respecting this matter is not only good for others, but also good for himself.

Originally, I wanted to use my own memory to copy a few dozen days of conversations in the letter sent to Kyoto, because when I remember the past textbooks, authoritative critics always praised Boccaccio in singing love in the book, advocating society. Equality and equality between men and women, but after a little return to God, Fan Xian is afraid of it. I think that the yellow paragraph in the ten-day talk is really quite a lot.

This is an episode in Fan's leisure life, but he has found some kind of spiritual sustenance. It seems that the little girl in Kyoto has done a good job and has become an indicator of his happiness index.

Faroru, who is far away from Kyoto, is young, but he can also feel from the letters that the brother who is far away from Chenzhou seems to be different from the average child. This pair of brothers and sisters with very different psychological ages is like this. It is obvious that Fan Ruoru has also been infected by Fan Xi, and his speech is much more mature than the average little girl. The world has begun to have some Very subtle changes.

There are kites in the spring, fish in the summer, blue birds in the autumn, and wild geese in the winter. The letters come and go, and the days pass.

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Every time Fan Fan wrote a letter to Fan Ruo, he would smile and shake his head. His arm was basically not good in the past few years. It was not swollen or painful, like acupuncture. Sometimes the right hand can't be lifted at all, so I have to use the left handwriting, so that when Fan Ruoru in Kyoto receives the letter, he will be amazed at his brother's cautiousness, and even a letter will change his handwriting.

It all stems from the night of six years ago.

After Fei Lao left, Xiao Fan was very lonely. On a certain night, he sneaked out the dog hole with his calf. He came to the weird, often closed store, and found the back door from the stone corner. Remove the key from the thick grass leaves and open the door.

The grocery store was originally dark, until Fan Xian came to the back door, and there was a faint oil lamp lit up inside. Xiao Fan took a sniff and easily found the yellow wine that Wu Zhu prepared for him. He smiled sweetly and drank himself with a bowl of wine.

Wu Zhu did not drink, Fan Fan did not even see him eating, so he used to get used to it. Self-contained booze, but this scene seems to be a bit absurd. A six-year-old boy is actually drinking like a heroic horse in the world. No matter who sees it, he will feel that he is blind.

However, Wuzhu did not allow him to drink, never thought of him, and even consciously began to prepare a few small cold dishes, let this young man drink.

Although I drink yellow wine, I still feel a little dizzy when I drink too much. Fan is busy with a cute little drunken eye. I look at the nephew who has no expression on her face and seems to never get old: "Uncle, why are you so many years, you It doesn't change much like it? It doesn't look like it."

He then asked himself and replied: "It seems that the peerless powerhouse can really stay young for a long time... But have you not practiced internal strength?"

"Uncle, how many people are really powerful in this world? How is it divided?"

"Nine levels? How is it nine?" The drunken little guy did not notice the loopholes in his speech.

"How many levels are you?"

"No level?"

"That is the level of the idiot who practiced four swords in Dongyi City?"

"No level?"

"Kyoto who is the teacher of the uncle Ye Liuyun is a few levels?"

"Still no class?"

In fact, all the words are Fan’s self-question and self-answer. In the end, he smiled and said: “That’s not the case, I have to practice it.”

The hand of the scorpion Wuzhu is slowly and firmly cutting the radish. He cuts the knife very quickly, but the blade is retracted just after the touch of the board, accurate to a very horrible point, and the cut radish Silk is like the weight of the tool, no difference, the crystal is on the board, very beautiful.

Wuzhu looked up and hesitated a little. He went to Fan’s side and stuffed the kitchen knife into his hand.

(Excuse me, the book is definitely not worn or worn. Another: the cover is changed every day, after the end, it will be fixed, in the name of the person who has the fastest cover on the starting point, smiles and reaches for the ticket.)

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