Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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After a long time, Fan Xian calmed down, and his cold sweat put his clothes tightly on his body.

He took the slender dagger from the shoulder of the assassin. The sound of the separation of the blade and the flesh was terrible. He couldn't help but smash it and remove the small, sinister darkness in the dead assassin's sleeve.

The slender dagger is painted with black color to avoid reflection, but Fan knows that the black paint prepared by Teacher Fei Jie is not only poisonous, but also a drug that can amplify the pain of injured humans. He carefully inserted the slender dagger into the scabbard made of hard camel skin, glanced at the corpse of the assassin lying on the bed and the old feet of the bed under the bed, then turned and left.

Pushing open the door, the scorpion Wuzhu is standing quietly on the corner of the stairs. His voice is heard: "What if there is no carriage coming?"

Fan has lowered his head and silenced for a long time. He finally overcome the terrible feeling brought by the first murder. He raised his head to reveal a signature smile: "I will always be with him, and then wait for you."

Still from the back wall, the training of climbing the cliff outside the port of Zhangzhou finally played a role today. Fan Fei’s feet fell on the ground and went forward, knowing that Wuzhu would leave himself, and when he was in danger, he would appear again.

Walking in the market, the voices around him were still silent, and the right hand hanging on the thigh was slightly trembling.

He dragged his heavy footsteps to the end of the market, and in front of a stall he stopped. This is a tofu stall. It is a woman in her twenties. She looks soft and has an apron with her hands white and tender.

"Winter children sister." Fan leisure smiled and said hello to her, this is the big shackle winter child who was driven out of the Earl's Beppu. When he was very young, Fan leisure often slept in her arms. The feelings have been very good. After the winter child is out of the house, a tofu stand is placed in the market, so Fan Xian often comes here to buy tofu to go home.

When Donger saw that he was coming, a gentle smile appeared on his face and he was brought in: "Young Master, how come you?"

Sitting on the small bench, there are residents to buy tofu, and the winter child looked at him with some difficulty.

Fan nodded and asked her to look after the business first. She turned back and found a crib behind the stall. She was sitting on a two- or three-year-old little **** the bed, her face was red and she was stretching her hands and playing in front of the bed. Small bells.

Fan Xian reached out and took the little girl out and teased. Winter children turned and saw, and quickly came up to receive the arms, complaining: "Don't stain your clothes, go back and let those hoes wash."

Fan leisure smiled and said: "Winter sister, when I was so big like your daughter, you didn't hold me every day."

Winter child smiled and said: "My young master, how do you compare with us?" Somewhat strange, winter children are ruthlessly ruthless because they tasted the salty before the meal. Out of the Earl of Beppu, but listening to the tone, she does not seem to hate this little boy.

Fan is scratching his head and doesn't know what to say. Winter child seems to be out of his mood, so he teased his daughter and shouted: "Call young master, small...less...yeah..."

"Call me a little." Fan leisure insisted.

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Sitting in the tofu stall for a long time, watching the winter children cut tofu, called tofu, wrapped in paper tofu, teasing the little girl around him shouting his own little squat, after a long time, Fan Xian finally expelled the coldness of his heart, standing Get up and say goodbye to Winter.

The winter boy said something awkwardly: "You have nothing to eat here, I have nothing to eat here."

Fan Xiao laughed: "Winter sister, are I still eating?"

"That is also true." Winter child grinned, the young woman's shyness showed up, she suddenly said: "Thank you for the young master to buy these things."

Fan idled and shook his head: "As long as you don't blame me, I will drive you out of the Earl."

Winter child smiled and didn't speak. She trusted the little boy who was not big in front of him. Although she didn't understand why he was angry when he was eating that day, he knew that the other party must not be deliberate. Moreover, after he left the house, the young master often secretly gave himself. I sent some money to come over, and later I married someone. The family’s three days were quite comfortable. I came out to put the tofu booth. To a large extent, because I knew this, I could help the younger child to see myself.

Fan Xian waved his farewell with the tofu winter child. After walking out of the market, he looked back and saw that the soft and beautiful woman was carrying Xiaonizi to cut the tofu in the water. The slightly forward-looking body was still so slim and plump. I didn't see the traces of the years, just like when I was holding myself ten years ago.

Fan spent the reason to drive Donger out of Beppu because she is her own body, and if she has something, she will be very unsafe.

In Fan's "Childhood Time", he likes his own personal body, likes to rely on her, and even often imagines how to grow up when he grows up - but he forgot the key One thing, when he grows up slowly, the winter child grows up day by day, this year he is twelve years old, and the winter child is already in his twenties.

The story of Baoyu and Qingwen seems to have to be abandoned halfway.

"Junsheng I am not born, I am born old. I hate that I am born late, I hate Junsheng early. Junsheng I am not born, I am alive and old. I hate not being born at the same time, and I am good with you."

As he sneered at how the winter loved himself, he sang the song back to the Earl of Beppu, trying to convince himself that he had forgotten the two pairs of dead fish eyes that the assassin and the old man were squatting.

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Because at noon, I ate a "cat button" poison mixed with bamboo wormwood, and twisted a person's neck in the afternoon, so Fan's appetite became extremely bad. The dinner was just a little plan, and the bowl was dropped back to the bedroom.

When he entered the night, he was a little hungry. One person came to the kitchen with an oil lamp, and he was silent all the way, without any servant being alarmed.

Into the kitchen, he cleanly washed the fish, the kitchen knife in his hand is like a bird flying, a moment of effort to go to the scales, and cut the radish with Kung Fu to cut the Kung Fu Some ginger, the kitchen knife fell on the chopping board, did not make a sound, and then put some vinegar in the small dish of ginger.

Heat the fish and steam the fish.

Looking at the stove next to the ground and looking at the slowly rising steam, Fan Xian suddenly thought of a somewhat funny thing: Fei Jie and Wu Zhushu are teaching their own murder and how to avoid being robbed because of their mother. The skill of killing, but objectively, it is a gift to teach yourself how to be a good doctor and a successful cook.

(There are few sleeps in these two days, so my body is not good, my throat is sore. I like to chat with everyone in the book review area. It seems that I am very busy and hard, but the Q&A chapter that I originally prepared seems to be abolished. The editorial adult severely criticized me and thought that my leading cadre was too cherished for his own body. Hey, from next week, the management of the book review area will be handed over to the editors. The essence of next week should not be like this. Zhou is equally pitiful. Answering everyone's questions will also focus on the Q&A section of the content. However, some of the content related to the following texts are really inconvenient to answer. Things like buttons have to be kept. After all, I am telling a story. I would like to thank you for your recommendation in two weeks, and I hope that you will send me one more tomorrow, sincerely thank you and step down.)

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