As long as I live long enough, no one can compete with me.

The twilight of the year and the yin and yang urge the short scene, and the end of the world is frosty and snowy.

The restaurant is very busy.

Suya urged while fiddling with the abacus.

Little Five was busy sweating.

“Oh, my fish, it’s been more than half an hour.”

A bearded guest said dissatisfied.

Xiao Wu hurriedly ran over and opened the list he had memorized.

“(⊙o⊙)…”

“Wait a minute, Xiaosheng can’t recognize his own words.”

Xiao Wu looked at it carefully for a while, and then said: “Well, don’t worry, your fish will be caught soon.” ”

Beard: …………

“TMD hasn’t heard of freshly fished!!”

“Not good! Not good! At

this moment, a handsome young man ran over.

Xiao Wu raised his head: “What’s wrong with Brother Bone?” The

urn gasped, “NND, Master’s fishing rod was stolen!!” ”

Huh? How fatten? The

urn said, “Ye was fishing for fish, but he met the stinky fox of Cuiwei Mountain and quarreled.”

This guy said that it was his territory and did not let Ye fish.

The grandpa fought with it in a fit of anger, and this guy couldn’t beat the grandpa and ran away.

But when the master came back, he found that the fishing rod and the fish he had just caught were all gone!!

Xiao Wu scratched his head and looked at Luo Hu.

“Officer, there is a little problem with your fish, can you change it to a different dish?”

Luo Xihu helplessly raised his forehead: “Then bring me a plate of scrambled eggs.” The

urn ran to the backyard, “Little flower, little flower.” ”

Little Flower is the most capable hen in the store and holds the record for the highest all year round.

But apparently today’s little flower is not in the state.

The urn didn’t touch the egg, so he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to pull out one.

As a result, Xiao Hei, the husband of Xiaohua on the side, flew up and pecked all over the yard and ran.

The angry urn threatened to stew Xiao Hei today.

There was no way, and in the end, the urn could only take away the turtle Wangcai who was sleeping on the side.

Put Wangcai into the pot, stew a pot of turtle soup

and then take out Wangcai, after all, it is a spirit turtle, and the taste of stewed is very delicious.

Wang Cai looked at the urn resentfully.

The urn brought the turtle soup and finally coped.

Su Ya sighed and stretched lazily.

“Hmm~”

At this time, a brocade boy walked in with a folding fan.

“Yaya, Yaya~

” Suya rolled her beautiful eyes helplessly, “Here it is again!” ”

This brocade boy is named Li Yuan, and he is the son of Zuo Xiang.

Since I came to the restaurant by chance, I have taken a fancy to Suya.

Immediately began to pursue, and in the days to come, I would often come here to see Suya.

Suya went out of her way.

Li Yuan came over with a grin, “Girl Su, I haven’t seen it for a long time, I miss it very much.”

Su Ya said without raising her head: “Li Gongzi, I have only met before, why did I say it for a long time?”

“As the saying goes, if you don’t see it in one day, it’s like three autumns.” Li Yuandao.

“I heard that Li Gongzi didn’t take over a matter of repairing the palace to the emperor? How can I still have the leisure to come to my little shop.

As soon as he said this, Li Yuan’s face was full of sadness.

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“Don’t mention it, wood is needed to repair the palace, and the original location was chosen in Cuiwei Mountain.

At first, it was fine, but these days many ancient workers have developed physical discomfort and said that they have seen ghosts.

There was panic, and work had been suspended for two or three days.

Li Yuan complained for a while before leaving.

Before leaving, Su Ya pit him three altars of fine wine.

It was sold to Li Yuan at a price three times higher than the market price, anyway, this guy is not bad money.

It was late at night.

The night is silent and misty.

Wang Cai ate a little dinner and went to sleep.

Little Five held the basin and ate.

The urn said: “Ming Er Ye asked for heavenly leave.

“Brother Bone, what are you going to do?” Little Five asked.

“Find that fox in Cuiwei Mountain, just because his master’s fishing rod is lost!”

Xiao Wu said: “Xiao Sheng thinks it’s better to forget it, more is better than less.” The

urn said: “The more you think about it for a while, the more angry you get, the more you think about it, the more you lose it, and the master must go and get the field back.”

Suya looked out the window intently.

Xiao Wu knew that she was thinking about her husband again, so she said: “Girl Su, don’t think about it anymore, let Xiao Sheng eat up all the dishes later.”

Sir must have had a good life in the immortal world, so you don’t have to worry.

You are looking forward to it so much, and you will not expect Mr. to come.

Su Ya gave it a blank look and said unconvinced: “If you don’t forget, there will be an echo, and I will definitely be able to look forward to my husband’s return.”

Xiao Wu shook his head, “If I can really look forward to my husband coming back, Xiaosheng will never look for a wife in the future.” The

voice just fell.

Bang!!!

A figure fell straight down from the roof and smashed on the dining table.

The delicious beef soup spilled Xiao Wu’s face.

P5: …………

“Oh, my elbows, my porengaers~”

A familiar voice sounded.

The three were stunned.

The smoke cleared, and Suya’s eyes widened.

“Sir!!”

Little five

: (⊙o⊙) Xiaosheng’s wife ah~

PS: (The following does not count the number of words, thank you to the reader for the two gods of “The Fox on the Pine Stone” for certification

) (The next plot may be a little biased towards daily life, warm and dull, don’t spray if you don’t like it) (The

author likes this kind of writing technique to suppress ups and downs, like a roller coaster, a while up and down. PS:

In the text, the twilight of the year and the yin and yang urge the short scene, and the end of the world is frosty and snowy.

Meaning: winter is coming, the time of day is getting shorter and shorter, the snow stops on this cold night

is Du Fu’s seven-word rhythm poem “Overnight” Du Fu’s poem

Everyone knows, always with some tragic color, this one is the same.

As we all know, Du Fu’s poems either write about the destruction of the country and the hardships of the people’s livelihood, or wandering and detaining.

Or write about the rest of your life.

When I was in college, our teachers of literary works elective courses had to speak two sentences of Du Fu at every turn.

Living in that turbulent era, not relying on ethereal religion to anesthetize oneself, but facing the bleak life.

Romain Rolland once said: There is only one true heroism in the world, and that is to love life after recognizing the truth of life.

Admirable!!

I hope that all readers will do the same.

Don’t make excuses for falling because of setbacks in your life.

(Finally, give the author a little attention!!

(The popularity king’s competition ends on the fourteenth, rush.) ）