The tomb of Longzhong: the Ming ware, the bright ware, and the shining one [9]

the village head is impatient, which is a good thing for the children. He brings a group of people to the door. From the lamp shadow of the window, it is clear that his son is pinching his shoulder with his head on his side, but no one opens the door. []

the village head felt strange and asked someone to knock the door open... "

"Guess what?" Tang lit his cigarette and glanced at everyone.

Su Mianmian has long been attracted by this story, and the atmosphere with strong sense of substitution has not come out.

The emperor Lin next to him was impatient. He seemed to have lost interest in the boring game. Su Mian answered the question quickly and asked, "how?"

Tang took two puffs of his cigarette and did not rush to answer. Su Mian felt that he was just a born storyteller. He knew where to stop and attract people's appetite.

"As soon as the door opened"

after pausing, he raised his tune and said, "I saw the child sitting on the collapse, my friend lying on the couch, his head resting comfortably on his knee, looking comfortable. Hearing the noise, the child who helped his father knock on his back didn't speak. He looked up and looked at everyone, smiling and holding on.

The village head looked at the comfortable man who didn't speak. He couldn't help complaining: "why don't you open the door at home?"

My friend was facing them, did not move, the child smile: "my father fell asleep, afraid to wake him up." Then he began to pinch his legs again.

As soon as he said this, the village head immediately murmured, "I didn't mean today's meeting! Why did you sleep first? "

"My father is too tired." The child laughed childishly, "don't wake him up, but he has to rest for a long time." Finish saying, he conveniently wiped what dirt on the father's face lying down and threw it out.

Although it was very small, it really hit the vegetable farmer nearest to him.

Everyone seems to have heard the soft noise. It's strange that something on your face will be this strange sound.

Everyone moved the realization to the face of the vegetable farmer who had been left behind. They wanted to see what was thrown on his face. Feeling everyone's line of sight, he also slowly turned his face. There was a little red dot on his vicissitudes face, the size of a sesame seed, like a newly grown eyebrow mole.

Seeing everyone looking at himself, he also felt something stuck on his body. He reached out to touch the place on his face, sticky touch The dot was touched into a red line, which was obvious across the dark face of the vegetable farmer.

The vegetable farmer lowered his head and looked at his fingers, which seemed to be thinking. The smell was familiar and strange. His voice suddenly stopped, as if he had thought of something extremely frightened. His hands trembled and trembled, as if he wanted to speak, but he was pinched by his neck. His eyes were wide. He could not speak, but extended his finger to the man sitting in □ Suddenly, he yelled and fell back straight.

Dong Dong It's a crisp tap again.

Everything happened too quickly. Before we knew the situation, we saw the vegetable farmer fall down, convulsed all over, surrounded him one after another, and saw his eyes wide open, his pupils shrinking in horror, and his mouth humming, just like a stroke. All of them were stunned. Only the village head was sober and rushed to pinch him!



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