Mixed Miners

The two fish have just been thrown in, just like pouring a cold water into the hot oil pan. The two fish are turned into two red and blue interweaving shadows. In the water, the fierce chase is biting, the turbid waves are rolling, and the water is smashing. Splashed three faces. ≯

"The trough ~! So ferocious!" Dou Yuntao stunned and smeared his face.

"Haha, bite, bite hard!! Kill him!" The pillar slammed on the ground and screamed loudly, excitedly waving his fist and cheering one of them.

Yang Ling looked at the pillar with a black line. The goods had just been bitten, and it was estimated that there was a sulking in my heart.

In less than half a minute, the victory and defeat were split. A manure fork slammed out of the water, and a parabola “啪” in the air fell on the river beach. The scales on the body were bitten off and the meat was turned. It came out, but still hopping on the ground, and for a while, I was going to jump into the river.

Yang Ling took it back. In the big puddle, the winning manure fork excitedly swam in the water and seemed to be waiting for the next opponent.

Yang Ling’s manure fork in his hand was thrown in again.

"Yang Ge, can this fight?" The pillar pointed at the bitten fish and asked in surprise.

"Of course, don't look at it hurts very much, it's actually skin trauma, and this stuff is getting better and stronger! Don't believe you will follow."

The three men almost barefooted their ass, squatting on the riverbank in the middle of the sun, waving their fists from time to time or making a surprise.

The scene is very strange!

"Second brother~, what are you doing?"

There was a surprised voice behind him. When I turned back, I saw Yang Lei and Han Xinglin standing behind each other wearing straw hats. The three people quickly stood up.

Yang Lei was used to the countryside, so she did not feel the same in the face of three men wearing only trousers. Han Xinglin was shy and flushed, and quickly turned her head to the side.

"Oh~! Hey~! Hey, how come you are, we are fighting the fork!" Yang Ling returned to God and said with a smile.

"Cut ~! What is fun with the manure fork, scorpion, ignore them, play with me elsewhere!" After she finished, she took Han Xinglin to the lower reaches of the river, and soon turned a corner. Disappeared behind the flowers and plants and a row of willow trees.

“There are more fun places below?” Dou Yuntao asked the direction of the two women to leave.

"There is no place for fun, it is a small pool, they must go to the water!" Yang Ling squatted down and watched the two manure forks in the puddle.

In the vagueness, there was a laughter from the back of the willow forest.

"Small buddy, let me take off..."

"Yeah! Oh, your skin is so white~!"

"Hey, don't touch me, I'm itchy..."

"Yeah! Oh, your chest is so big, hey, my second brother can be blessed..."

......

The two pillars of the column and Dou Yuntao squinted at the small puddle, but the ears were swaying and swaying.

Yang Ling blackened his face and took two manure forks out of the puddle. The hands were lifted, and the two feces forks crossed the arc and fell far into the river. "Two passes," two splashes of small water splashes. .

He originally wanted to bring it back to the small pool in the system, but think about it and give up. If this thing grows up under the stimulation of Jingshui, it will be awful, maybe it will jump out and put a group of white bird disasters. Worry.

The two did not seem to notice that the manure fork was gone, still squatting on the ground and staring at the puddle.

Your uncle! Two **** sticks!

Yang Ling’s breath came on one of the two ass, and turned his eyes and said, “Let's go, go back!”

"Oh ~!" The two men came back and smiled and stood up.

Back home, the three people still sit under the grape rack and continue to deal with the grapes in the pot until they have finished eating a whole large bowl of grapes, which is comfortable to lie on the stool.

In the midsummer of the strong summer, lying under the shade of the grape shed, blowing the wind of grass and flowers, listening to the screams of the eyes, this day, simply happy can not speak.

The three people were too lazy to talk, and slowly they all had a slight snoring!

I don't know how long I slept. Yang Ling felt a small hand pinching it on his face, opened his eyes, and saw a little girl stepping on the stool and crawling on himself.

"Yan Er ~! Come, the second uncle hugs." Yang Ling put her hand up and put it on his belly and sat down.

"Two uncles, you are so lazy~!" Yang Yaner's slipper fell to the ground, and his little ankles squatted on his arm, and he was happy.

"Are you not going to the second grandmother's house? Who is coming back?" Yang Ling pinched her little nose and asked.

"My grandmother sent me back!"

Yang Ling sat up at once, put the geese on the ground, and kicked the sleeping pillars and Dou Yuntao with his feet. "Don't sleep, follow me to string the door and recognize the relatives!"

The two had to get up and then rushed to the face with cold water at the well, and then they went out.

It was already late in the evening, the sun had already landed on the ridge, and the afterglow slanted. The hot mountain village began to become active. Cats, dogs and dogs did not know how to get out of it. There were a few barking dogs, and there were a few cow bells in the wind outside the village.

......

Early the next morning, 66 continued to have relatives coming, Dagu family, two aunt family, including two cousin cousins ​​who have not seen each other for many years, as well as the mother and a few aunts, like a hula At a time, the village is full of excitement.

As the saying goes, people live seventy years old, and they are even thinner at the age of eighty. Of course, in modern times, as long as there is no disease and no disaster, the average person lives like a 70-year-old, but in this small mountain village, eighty years old. The longevity of the elderly is still a big event. Usually, marriage and funeral are the world of humanity, but blessing the old people, it is a scent.

Therefore, almost a dozen people in the village have been dragging their families to come, and there are not even one cat or dog.

In the courtyard of Sanshu, there is a big pergola~www.wuxiaspot.com~ filled with the Eight Immortals table, playing cards, chatting, drinking tea, shaking hands, adults laughing, children calling, cat jumping dog bites, lively mess.

In front of the main entrance of the hall is a brand new couplet:

Fu Ru Donghai long flowing water,

Life is not old than the Nanshan.

Horizontal batch: Songhe Yannian.

Grandparents are sitting on the hall, their faces are ruddy and full of energy. They are not like the 80-year-old old man. At this time, they are happy to accept the blessings of relatives and friends.

Yang Lei and Han Xinglin stood next to the two old men, holding a plate and collecting red packets.

And almost all the guests who have seen Han Xinglin can't help but boast a few words, saying that this prostitute is such a real, shy, she is not sitting or not, watching to hide along with Dou Yuntao and the pillars. The chattering Yang Lingle’s legs are not close. (To be continued.) 8