Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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The restaurant chosen by Fan’s brothers and sisters is called “One Stone Residence”. It is the rich place where the top ranks in Kyoto. So every afternoon, there are always some rich officials, talented and beautiful people, who come here to talk about wine, but I don’t know where those talents are from. The earned money, how the beautiful people are willing to show up - in short, the third floor is clean, if there is no corresponding identity, it is definitely not up.

It is precisely because everyone knows that the third floor of this stone house can be sitting at the table with people with identity, so there are very few conflicts and conflicts. After all, Kyoto is not small, but the official secrets are dark and intersect. Miscellaneous, who knows who is really behind the relationship?

Just now, the remarks refute the "fan leisurely publication theory", but it is a well-known talent, surnamed He Zongwei, has always been very famous, very popular with the Beijing sergeants, so the bones are not arrogant. A few days ago, He Zongwei looked at the dream of the Red Mansion at a friend's office. Although he was greatly dissatisfied with the intention, he did not think that the poetry in the book was surprising, but he still admired the author's hundreds of thousands of words.

Today, I came to the restaurant, three glasses of two yellow wine, and it was the time when I was slightly stunned. I heard a few young people who were not sensible in the next room’s room, and they yelled at the Dream of Red Mansions. This sentence comes.

At this time, the Fan family had already finished eating and was chatting with tea. Listening to this sentence, Fan Siyi thought of his previous exaggeration of Haikou, thinking of the other party accused Fan Fan, but also fell into his face, could not help but furious. He was born in the Fan family, noble and incomparable. He always went to the street, where he was willing to be idled by these sour and succulent talents. When he saw the curtain, he went to the hall on the third floor.

Fan Xianxin thought that he first entered the capital city, or was a low-key one, and asked his sister with his eyes. Fan Ruoru knows what he is thinking, smiles and shakes his head, indicating that Fan Sizhen should not be too much.

In the past two years, Fan Sizhen's age has gradually grown, and under Fan Ruoru's ear, he has become sensible. The game in the street is basically extinct, so she will be so reassured.

Fan Sizhen rushed into the hall, and his eyes were extremely accurate. He Zongwei was picked out from the crowd. He walked to the scholar in front of him and shouted: "Is that sentence you said?"

“What is it?” He Zongwei’s black skin and prominent facial features look ugly. When he saw someone in the room rushing out, he knew that his sentence had offended someone. He just looked at the arrogant appearance of this powerful child. He was very **** and coldly said: "Small age, talking so uncultivated, don't know Which one is taught."

Although he was a very popular traveler in Beijing, he was not as good as Fan Sizhen, who was only 12 years old, so he was very courageous.

Fan Siyi was only prepared to swear two sentences. He heard the word "education" and thought of his mother’s scolding for himself on weekdays. He was furious and yelled: "You guy, who is the buyer!"

At this time, he had already forgotten his sister's teachings on weekdays, and jumped up and fanned to the man's face.

He Zongwei was not expected to be in such a beautiful place in a stone house. Some people dared to be so arrogant, and rushed back halfway. They escaped the slap in the face, but the blue towel on the head was scattered, and looked like a wolf.

At the same table with He Zongwei are some well-known talents, and there is also a distinguished person. When you see this situation, you can't help but anger: "In the broad daylight, dare to be so arrogant, is there any Wang Fa in your eyes?"

"Wang Fa?" Fan Siyu said coldly: "The younger man is Wang Fa." After finishing this sentence, he squeezed his fist and rushed to He Zongwei.

Suddenly, one hand stretched out from the side and took Fan Siwei's thin wrist!

Fan Sizhen only felt that his wrist was caught by a red-hot iron hoop, and he broke into the bone marrow. He couldn’t help but screamed and said, “Don’t you help?”

His guards intended to help the boxing, but it was the shadow of the figure, the two palms were printed on the chest and abdomen, and they went back!

The wrist that screwed Fan Si's wrist is the guard of the gloomy person on the table. This guardian face is unusual, but the eyes are full of light and light, obviously a master.

"Throw the little child away, don't bother the singer of Zongwei's brother." The person with a gloomy face said.

The master was swaying, and Fan Siyi was thrown out like a chicken!

Fan Xian originally thought that Fan Siyu had a lot of arguments with people. When he knew that in a blink of an eye, the situation was so serious. But when I think of my younger brother, I am overbearing. Although I have said that I have recently converged, I still can’t get rid of the little sigh of breath, so I don’t mind if I want him to suffer from small snacks.

However, he did not expect that there would be a master among the other party, and the master was so hot, this hidden even hidden darkness, if not good, it is the end of the broken bones - even if Fan Sizhen How can you be embarrassed, and it is too much for a 12-year-old child to use this method.

I don't know how, Fan Xian has come to the door, his wrists are shaking, and he has already swayed Fan Siyi's collar. Then the whole person took advantage of the situation and turned his right hand clockwise to let Fan Sizhen turn around under his own hands.

One lap, two laps, three laps... Fan Siyi’s body stopped turning, holding a pair of big eyes that had not disappeared. It seemed that he did not know what had happened.

Fan leisurely let go of his hand, and smiled and gave the thoughts of dizziness to Fan Ruoruo. He stepped forward and looked at the master who was introverted. He said softly: "She is very offended, but it is unavoidable for you to take this heavy hand. It’s too much.”

A few people at the same table with the genius snorted, how to talk, after all, the other party said it was good. Only the gloomy young man was drinking a little bit of self-satisfaction, and he did not see Fan’s leisure.

After He Zongwei righted up the headscarf, he felt guilty and looked at the beautiful face of the young man in front of him, but there was no anger in the face. He seemed to feel that the other person’s smile was very abominable. He hated: "So a stubborn child, a little punished , why not?"

Fan Xian did not care about him, just smiled and looked at the master, and then stepped forward two steps - the master who was introverted and watched before the young boy’s hand twisted the wrist and went round, unable to feel the other side Undetectable, slightly frowning, actually showed weakness as the pace of Fan Xian forward, back two steps.

When the two moved in two steps, they let the shape of Fan Ruoru, who was wearing a full thread, behind him.

Fan Ruoru is famous in Beijing. These people in the building have long heard of the famous names. Some of them have seen them far away in the county Wangfu poetry meeting. Some of them are known by high-ranking officials. When everyone is surprised, they are separated by a distance. She saw the ceremony.

The table with Fan Xian’s confrontation, at this time, only knows the identity of the child who had made trouble in the past, and it is a bit embarrassing. However, after seeing Fan Ruowei, He Zongwei’s look is slightly changed and seems to want to say something.

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