Who could be walking? Zhong Zheng's words swirled around close to my vagus nerve, and then slid back with a hard tie. I tried my best to endure it, but I didn't let the words come out.
It is to listen to the chaotic sound of the series of footsteps, from this end to the other, from the near to the border, unexpectedly. Suddenly, from light to heavy, the sound began to become blurred when it was far away, as if it were nothing, and soaked like water until it disappeared.
We stayed in the little dark room, and everyone's palms were soaked with layers of sweat. Zhong Zhengxue Qu Hua's voice is very similar.
Everyone quickly came back to their senses and breathed a sigh of relief. Then they looked at each other and laughed. Qu Hua squirted out the tea that had been in his mouth, covering both of our faces, including our hair. This is what happened after it was dark when I spent five yuan to buy a corbel from the market and asked the peasants to carry it back to the Longkou brigade for five yuan. Zhong Zheng immediately changed his sitting posture and pretended to be fat. He tried not to be seen.
"Maybe it's more comfortable to sit this way. Zhong Zheng said.
The cow must have been frightened and fell to its death when it was placed on the hillside, not to mention reluctant in those days, who dared to kill the cow easily. It is said that it is still stuck in a rock crevice, or in a heavenly cave. I bought a big beef leg, but I guess I couldn't carry it, so I wanted to ask the fellow who was going to go back to Jianpo immediately to help carry it at the foot of the big tree, and I promised to give him two yuan. His eyes were straight and staring at the bloody corbel with shaved skin, and he was talking about it, saying that he was afraid that it would not be cost-effective to stain his clothes, and that the blood would not be clean. I promised to give him an old military uniform when I arrived at Longkou, and I didn't mend the scar. Because I'm wearing a little fat, in fact, my fellow wears it just right. I can't name him, I just feel familiar.
If you think about it, it wasn't the time I accompanied Dr. Yao Jie to his house to see the man for his little boy. Finally, I was convinced that the child had been cut into eight pieces according to their local custom and laid down in peanut soil, at the foot of a pear tree, in the middle of the tractor road. They even built a small bridge with small bamboo, and tied the small bridge with a note of paper to make it colorful, saying that it was going to be taken to ten thousand people to step on, which was good for his younger brothers and sisters born in the future, and it was easy to raise adults. I wondered if the middle-aged villager who helped carry the ox leg would be the boy's father, anyway, the locals looked similar. My head suddenly became dazed.
Zhong Zheng was also nervous, spat hard, flew out and fell into the corner, and cursed something. He slurred words and muttered. I don't understand, or selective amnesia.
He probably talked about Yang Qianyi and Deng Chao last year reaching out to pick a bunch of crystal grapes on the stone ladder of Captain Mo's house, but they didn't watch out for Lao Mo's son - it seems that the captain of the four teams or the thin and tall guy in the deputy team - happened to be at home, he opened the screen door, rushed out, and kicked Deng Chao down the steps with a flying tiptoe, grunting four or five heels in succession, and the corner of his eye hit the trunk, but it was his nose that bleed. It was covered in blood. Yang Qianyi stood two meters away and smiled like a wide horse. He also took it off, and hurriedly exposed his shirt from the belt, Xiao Yang saw that he couldn't pass the test, so he immediately had to kneel next to the half-fan grinding plate. He held the old millstone in his hand and made all preparations. Captain Mo's son pulled a dry firewood from the wall, and beat them with his head and face. The two of them didn't dare to raise their hands to block. As a result, the dry firewood rotted, and it broke in a dozen clicks. Captain Mo had already pushed open the screen door and walked out, calling out to his son.
At this time, Deng Chao continued to sit in the mud and cry. Zhong Zheng passed by the tractor road, his teeth itched with hatred, his teeth clicked desperately, his fists were clenched, his arm muscles were tense and tied, and the corners of his mouth were twitching, like a scheming revolutionary who fanned the flames at every turn. We certainly know he braggarts.
After the winter, Shi Xueping's work was obviously easier than when he first became the team leader. I suspect that he is probably afraid that he will not have enough energy to greet him. Trouble is in trouble. He took the initiative to get along with me again. In a blink of an eye, winter passed, and spring began after the New Year, and the leaves of sweetgum trees and fast-growing poplars burst into buds, and they grew and spread out in just over ten days, and the leaves were large and large. The wind blows and the leaves rustle. Peach, plum, pear, and apple trees also turn green. The slope of the opposite door was shrouded in gray-blue wisps of mist. I looked closely at the branches of the fruit tree, and I could tell the peas and green fruits. Slowly, the newly sprouted green-skinned sugarcane forests are waist-high, and the weather becomes impermeable even if the weather is hot. I recall that last year, my husband cut all the tall sugar cane into bundles and piles on the side of the road. Some wasteland sugar cane is piled up into small hills, and tractors are busy from morning to night, sending them to the Xiaogushan Sugar Factory to collect quercus sugar. The seasonal workers sang tea picking songs in the quiet mist of the slopes and the terraced tea plantations.
After dark, the fire pit of the seasonal workers' simple hut must be covered with dead ash to prevent the wind from blowing in through the cracks in the wall and causing a fire. It's even worse if you fall asleep in a shed. They walked around the path along the big wall, as if they really didn't give up. The little girl squinted her head and burrowed into the bushes, stepping on the moonlight and the shadows of the branches like flowing water, and deliberately singing in the direction of the courtyard. Maybe there really is a young man singing. The tone of Tulaba is a little mysterious, one after another. It is said that the handsome guy and the big girl sang endlessly, singing, and finally sang on the road, and in their words, they could use each other, so they went to the jujube forest hand in hand. They never say that the two are in love with each other, which is incredible, as if they were exchanging goods. Maybe they will indeed give each other a token of love. The moon is quietly hidden. No matter how tired you are, no matter how big the dew is, you still can't stop love. I wonder if young men and women would not go to the poplar woods, because they might drop a spicy seed in the back of their necks, and the ugly wriggling and crawling green worm with its burrs was so poisonous that no one could have imagined that one day it would turn into a colorful moth. It's so beautiful that it's intoxicating. The instructor should be nagging at the small meeting of the assembly, and the seasonal workers will not be able to drive away.
I picked up a pot of moon tea, returned to the auditorium, and built a stove on the three stones in Houyanggou to finish it myself. I hope I can try as much as I can, Ding Ke Harmonic and Li Xiang like to drink tea.
Before the rain that night, a strong wind suddenly blew. Not far outside the big wall, I heard the clatter of leaves dancing like a ball, like the sound of footsteps on a lighted field. We were on the late night shift, and we overheard the madman humming all the time. I mistakenly thought he was sick, or even more insane, and Qu Hua said he wasn't actually that mad. It turns out that this is not the case, and the madman is grunting and does not know who to talk to in his sleep. I was worried that he would sleepwalk again, so I quickly woke him up. The madman looked at me and Qu Hua with his eyes drummed, and without turning his face, he suddenly let out a series of loud farts. As a result, he looked up and smiled at the two of us. Is he really crazy, or is he too crazy to make it seem like he's about to wake up.
I should have heard Zhong Zheng say that Gu Hongbing, the deputy of the brigade, talked about another girlfriend. This kind of non-Ba spectrum words, trance is also the second time to listen to everyone in the courtyard. If they say it's a little bit, I'll probably believe it. Who doesn't know that his girlfriend teaches in the county seat? The story of Liang Gan and Xie Fang is full of storms in the city.
"There are more men and fewer women on the farm, and the girls just want to get married. ”
"They don't seem to be willing to find seasonal workers. ”
"It's hard to be a bachelor for a lifetime. ”
Han Jingting said that it is a good thing for men to marry and women to get married.
I've always been afraid to ask how many of the teachers in the department are single.
"Which will have the courage to be single for a long time. ”
Meng Lianxiang said: "Unless it is, he is physically defective. ”
"He's justifying himself. Qu Hua said.
"It's just that everyone secretes so many hormones. I said.
Those heart-pounding loves, which can be passed down orally in the courtyard, have become classic stories for those who come after them. In fact, there are many thrilling plots, which derive from unspeakable love. It's not just that people are too tired to work, but I also think to myself that it should also include loneliness, fear, emptiness, and even confusion all the time. Many students are sincere and give real money, but in exchange for deception and harm. "It's quite chilling indeed!" Zhong Zheng said sadly.
Some of our students in the courtyard seem to have learned to touch the minds of others anytime and anywhere. Isn't it? I often ask people.
"White Birch, why are you asking for trouble. Shi Xueping said.
Could it be that the emotions of these small characters in our courtyard are really worthless, if you don't deceive, you will die if you don't bully people!
"It's definitely too difficult to be single for a long time and be alone. ”
"Definitely not the best choice!" Meng Lianxiang said.
"Torment me to death. Zeng Rang said.
"Then find someone to jerk off. Yang Ou said.
"Then I'll look for you. Gao Lei laughed.
Yang Ou said straightly: "The problem is that I don't want to look for you. ”
"I want to cry without tears!" Ma Chao said sarcastically.
Including me often staying up all night, with my eyes bulging all night.
"Dead. Shi Xueping said
"The tears have also dried up. Mao Huan admitted.
Who else can be more heart-wrenched than our students in the courtyard, I guessed that Mr. Liu Nanzheng may feel that those employees on Mafang Street are even more unpopular. But if no one packs tickets, how much difference is there between their today and ours tomorrow?
Qu Hua interjected: "The stewed dog meat is even burned in the pot." ”
"The rice pot of the Mafang Street worker is leaking. Teacher Liu said.
The corpse stenched from the doorway and window, thinking it was dead.
"I thought the wires were burning. Shi Xueping said.
Some people suddenly appear in your world, in fact, just to jump up and viciously kick you. After slapping you a few times, he turns around proudly. I couldn't see the road ahead more clearly. Shakyamuni said that there are various reasons to encounter, and perhaps it is the best gift. If people are unlucky, bad luck will definitely follow, so they can't be careful.
The cadre took people to the ditch at the foot of the mountain to take a bath, but he and the small duty did not even dare to blink their eyes, but they still let people escape, and they were caught for a week. We blocked people on the concrete flat bridge at the Heiwan Creek Forestry Checkpoint. His name is Chen Shuo, and some people simply call him Chen Huozhuo, and he is only eight months away from being released. Otherwise, no one would want to take him to the foot of the mountain to take a bath, and it would definitely be postponed.
"Isn't Chen Huojiao going crazy? Xiao Li Gan said.
"He didn't want to go out of the courtyard at all. I laughed.
Xiao Li Gan said: "Then to put it directly, it will cause me to deduct money." ”
The guy actually sat on the ground and cried. I was terrified to hear that Chen Huojiao's very sad cry was actually transmitted far away on the tractor road. The plateau is blue sky and white clouds, and it is very empty. There is a young man in a straw hat in Chapo who is singing a pop song: "It's your face again, which brings me a smile, and when I cry, it's your greetings that move me." When I was lonely. ”
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